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 Emma finds her Master

   D/s, M/f, exhibitionism, humiliation, some F/f,

   The following Saturday he took me to dinner.  Wined and dined me.  He
looked beautiful.  Made me laugh.  Kept me amused.  Listened attentively.
Usually I tried to keep unnoticed, out of sight even in a crowd.  I dressed
accordingly.  But tonight I had wanted to be seen.  I had bought a dress,
which showed my cleavage.  I wanted him to look at me, notice me.  All week
I had known I had thrown myself at him.  It scared me and yet excited me.
As the meal wore on I knew I was becoming horny.  My sex grew more and more
itchy.  In the past I had to be persuaded to have any form of sex.  With
Stephen I was eager before any suggestion of his.  I wanted to suggest it.
That week I had masturbated far more often than usual.  Wanted to be with
him.  Imagined all sorts of situations where I was in his power.  Thought
of the orgasms he had given me.  I wanted him to take me, make me.  Maybe
he noticed something in my eyes, maybe he guessed.  Maybe he wanted the
same as me.

   Over coffee he mentioned sex for the first time.  He spoke casually as
though it had been a continuation of our discussion.  "In a few minutes you
are to take a cab to my house.  I will follow separately.  In the house you
will go to the bedroom, strip naked, and wait for me.  You will kneel on
the bed, offering yourself.  On all fours.  Like a bitch on heat." "Yes." I
croaked.  Throat dry.  I couldn't think of anything else to say.  He gave
me a key.  The code of the alarm.

   A taxi was sent for.  It occurred to me that it was far safer than it
seemed.  He had effectively given me a way out.  I could direct the taxi
anywhere.  Not necessarily to the house.  I climbed in.  Gave Stephen's
address.  I had a strange desire to take off my underwear in the car.  Too
panicky.  The thought arousing.  If he had said...

   I slipped out of my dress.  Hung it on a hanger in his wardrobe.  Sat on
the bed.  Took off my underwear.  Naked now.  Beginning to worry.  Climbed
up onto the bed.  Tried out various positions.  Felt disgusting.  My sex
felt sticky and fat.  The door!  I knelt, as his whore should.

   Stephen came into the room.  My breathing jangling my breasts.  He was
looking at me.  I looked at the bed red faced.  Embarrassed more by the
knowledge of my arousal than by what I was doing.  Told me to open my legs
a little wider.  Thought I could smell my arousal.  The shameful agony of
displaying myself like this.  Began to rise.  Told to stay down.  That was
what I needed.  I couldn't escape then.  He stood next to me.  Dressed. 
Whilst I was naked.  A picture of the couple rutting as we watched flashed
through my memory.

   His hand stroked my back.  Stroked my buttocks.  "That's good.  I like
you to show me your body.  Do you like it?" "Yes.  It's a little
embarrassing though." "Does it make you feel naughty?  Does it excite you
as well?" "Yes.  Yes it does.  You make me want to be naughty." His hands
stroked over my skin.  "You shouldn't be acting like this, but it excites
you too much to stop?" "Mmmmm.  I've never done anything like this before.
You don't mind do you?  You don't think I'm being...  too disgraceful?"
"No. I love you being full of disgrace.  Do you want to stop?  Want me to
stop?" "Oh God no!" "Have you ever seen a bitch on heat?" "A dog?  Yes."
"What does she do?" "She offers herself to the male dog." "How?" "She lifts
her tail so that her bottom is on display.  So that he can see that she's
aroused.  She sometimes licks his penis." I felt myself push up even more
for him.

   Kneeling naked for him!  His hand stroking me.  I knew I was on heat. 
My buttocks thrust.  I wanted to lick him, to make him want me.  His
fingers played down the divide of my buttocks.  I pushed up rather
obviously.  Fingers pressing along the smoothness from back over my
puckered private opening and found my wetness.  Whimpered.  It felt good to
whimper.

   I felt so embarrassed.  Horny.  Fingers resting between my lips.  In the
sticky warmth of me.  A long deep moan came from me.  His other hand
reached under me.  Took a breast.  Testing the hardness of a nipple. 
Almost painfully, but it was good.  Fingers slid inside my body.  In and
out.  He fingered me and watched me respond whilst he did it.  Tendrils of
pleasure grasping out from both my breast and sex.  Orgasm building.  All
too much.  Displaying myself so sexually.  His fingers.  Being so naughty.
Not being able to stop him.  He left me on the brink.  Pleaded in vain. 
Groaned, silently cursed, but stayed in position.  Felt good not to move.

   From my hands and knees I watched him undress.  I so liked that. 
Enjoyed watching him.  His body hard.  His erection large, hard.  He wanted
me.  Yes.  I aroused him.  Joined me on the bed.  "Do you have animal
needs?" "Yes." "Are you on heat?" "Oh God!  Yes!  Yes." "Lick me.  Just
your mouth.  Not your hands.  If your mouth is good I'll rut you." Still on
my knees I turned to him.  Licked all over his hard throbbing cock.  It was
alive.  Rubbed my mouth over it.  Over his balls.  Wanting to give.  His
earlier fingering leaving me molten inside.  His cock smelt and tasted so
masculine.  It was so hard, pulsed.  Wanting him to enjoy me.  Shaming
myself before him and trying to give him pleasure.  So exciting.  Rubbed my
face against him.  Lost myself.  Took him deep into my mouth.  Almost
gagged.  It felt so hot and alive.  Kissed him.  Licked his knob, his
veined length, and his delicate testicles.  Inside my mouth again.  Taking
his gift.  "Stop." Unwillingly I did.  "Turn around.  Breasts and face
against the bed.  Display yourself.  If you look good I might use you."
Turned round.  Bent my back to stick my bottom high.  Onto my elbows.  Legs
wide apart.  Moving back and forth lewdly.  "Put your hands together, as
though tied." "Yes.  Yes." He was going to make me again.  Thank God yes.
"Does that excite you?  Being bound?" "Oh yes." My need was far too
demanding for me to question why.  It just did.  A lot.  Never mind the
guilt, it felt right.

   Wanting him to be as excited as me, enough to want to rut me.  He was.
He did.  He took me like a dog.  I hadn't ever experienced it in this
position; it made me know my place.  It felt so good with his hardness deep
inside.  He thrust and thrust and thrust.  I screamed in orgasm over and
over.  Impaled on his hard flesh, my mouth in the covers.  He just kept on
until he was satisfied, my body used.  I was just an animal.

   I kept thinking about Stephen.  The girls in the office could tell,
making facetious remarks.  Throughout the week I had been unable to stop
thinking of the times we had been together.  Once I had even masturbated at
work in the toilet.  I was really horny these days.  Thoughts of what we
had done.  What he made me do.  His hands on me.  His use of me.  His
strange and exciting demands.  My willingness to comply.  I loved it.

   Another day.  Another meal.  The same during the meal.  I couldn't stop
thinking of what he would want me to do for him later.  I was certain he
would have demands.  Again no discussion of sex until coffee.  Asked me
about my sexual experiences.  It would have been an inappropriate question
with from anyone else.  From him it wasn't somehow.  One that I had to
accept and answer.  I told him.  All so boring.  Really boring in
comparison.  Afraid that talking about my past experiences would suggest
that I didn't enjoy my new ones.  Became tongue-tied.  "What are you trying
to tell me?" He grinned over his coffee.  Didn't you like sex?" "At the
time I thought it was OK.  But...  it seems...  it seems, well pretty
boring looking back." "Do you like it with me?" "Oh God yes.  You know! 
It's not even vaguely the same thing!  You can tell." "What's the
difference?  You prefer the way that I deal with you?" "Yes.  Oh yes." It
seemed so forward.  I looked at the table.  "And how is that?" I couldn't
speak for a moment.  My face was ablaze.  "You know." "Tell me." A sip of
coffee to take the dryness from my mouth.  "You tell me what to do, take
charge.  I never realised.  I like to do you tell me." "How does it make
you feel?" "You know!  It makes me so excited." "And how do you feel about
this new knowledge?" "I don't really know.  You...  you make me feel
vulnerable.  Yet....  strangely secure.  Vulnerable in a strange way.  It's
like you have responsibility for me.  And...  tell me to do things.  Things
that I wouldn't have done if it wasn't for you.  I'd never have done them
before.  But I can't do anything about it now.  It's like I can't escape.
You decide the things you want me to do.  Naughty things.  Things I
shouldn't really do.  Things you make me do." I felt that I had spoken a
long time.  The pause after was as long for me, if not longer.  Staring at
my coffee cup.  "But things you find you like doing.  Things that you want
to continue doing." "Yes." My face scarlet as I admitted it.  The
tablecloth scorched by its proximity to my face.

   In the car park he took me in his arms.  Took me hand to his crutch. 
Opened his trousers.  I was hidden by his bulk as I held him in my hand. 
Outside.  In a public place.  Hard, throbbing, hot.  He wanted me.  Like I
did him.  I could have let him take me there, then.  Even if people saw us.
The thought was both frightening and exciting as I took his length inside
my mouth.  I took him deeper.  I could taste his maleness.  I became
possessed, possessed by his manhood and possessed by my need.  His hand in
my hair pulled me from him.  Gasping, open mouthed, I looked up at him and
knew that he could see me for what I was.

   He drove us.  He was sober, I felt light-headed.  Warm in the car. 
After a few minutes, "Take off your dress.  Now." As we drove through the
night.  I looked at him and giggled.  He was being serious.  That sudden
ache.  He was waiting.  My mouth dry.  Luckily it wasn't built up.  Only a
few houses.  The summer night not much past twilight.

   Undid the safety belt.  Twisted in the seat, unzipped the back.  Sat
back.  Breathing heavily.  Pulled off the straps one at a time.  Revealing
my bra.  Lifted, pulled it over my hips, down my thighs.  Wearing hold-ups.
Wanted to feel sexy in them for him.  Sitting in transparent black bra and
knickers.  I really wasn't doing this.

   "Take off your bra." Felt virtually naked already.  He couldn't ask this
of me.  This was too much.  But he wasn't asking me.  He was telling me to.
My vagina pulsed long and hard.  I couldn't do this.  I did.  My nipples
already hard, hardened even further.  My breasts exposed.  "Now your
knickers." Again I followed his instructions.  My sex itching.  Wanting to
rub myself.  Strap yourself in again." I obeyed dumbly.  A car overtook us.
"Hips forward in the seat.  Open your legs." We drove on.  Cars every now
and then.  I was naked.  He had made me strip in the car!  Fear and
excitement coursing through me.  Wetness leaking.  Daren't speak.  I could
smell my arousal.  His hand occasionally rested on my thigh.

   At his house.  He opened the car door for me.  I was naked!  As I
stepped out I looked behind me and saw the tell tale wet stain on the
leather seats.  The air cool around my damp sex, my nipples crinkled. 
Standing naked bar shoes and stockings in the night.  Standing naked
outside in the open!

   "Close your eyes.  You have a blindfold on.  It is over your eyes.  You
cannot see anything.  Tell me." "I'm wearing a blindfold.  Stephen people
might see!" I looked around wildly.  "Close your eyes." I did.  He spoke
softly, firmly though patiently.  "Don't do that again.  Now, can you see?"
"I'm sorry.  No.  No I can't see." "Why?" "I'm wearing a blindfold for
you." Oh yes.  "Your eyes will remain closed until I tell you wont they?"
"Yes." "Whatever happens?" "Yes.  Whatever happens." I sounded so meek.

   Walking naked on his arm.  Naked outside.  Wet thighs.  In my own
darkness.  So strange.  Tempted to cheat.  Didn't.  Other senses prominent.
Confined but able to move.  In to the house.  Warmer.  Led into the lounge.
Took my hands.  Told me they were fastened together behind me.  Excited. 
Told to stay.  I knew I would do as he wanted.  He ran a hand over me, over
my breasts, stomach, and sex.  Laughed as he saw me push my naked body to
him.  He knew me.  Knew myself.  Wet slut.  Made me tell him what I was. 
He could do anything to me now.  Couldn't stop him.  On heat again.  Always
on heat for him.  Couldn't even see what he might do.  Told me anyone else
might be there to see me.  Verbalising it making it worse, better.

   To a sofa.  Legs spread wide to sofa legs.  Pushed backward over the
arm. Held my back as I fell backwards.  Almost opening my eyes.  Crutch
forced up above my head.  Flagrantly, over the arm.  My hands under, behind
me.  Breasts thrusting.  Never ever felt displayed and restrained like
this. Aroused.  Panting.  Tingling.  Wanting his cock.

   His mouth to my ear.  "Would you like to come?" Trying to nod
desperately.  "You can.  Whenever you want." I was so grateful.  "Could you
come without me touching?" He was near me.  His voice warm against my ear.
Mewing, nodding.  "Perhaps." My body rippling.  Thrusting up lewdly. 
Wanting it.  Needing it.  Not able to reach the peak.  "Think of your
audience.  These people looking at you.  Think of all these people
watching, waiting for you to climax.  You'd like them to see you like this,
wouldn't you?" I hadn't thought of others there!  Frantic.  Trying to nod.
Imagining people there.  Nearer.  Looking at me, as I'm thrusting, pushing
myself eagerly.  Imagining what they could see.  Grunting.  Thrusting. 
Wanting to come for them to see.  "Have I to ask a total stranger to come
and finger you?  Finger that really slippery cunt of yours?" "Yes.  If you
want to.  Yes." My body hardly capable of movement, but thrusting.  So
desperate.  "Who shall ask?  Someone really ugly?  Or really handsome?  A
smelly tramp?  A disgusting old man?  Or a big fat woman?  A young girl?  A
young boy?  They are all desperate to touch you.  I think I'll offer you to
the young boy.  He's really excited you know.  You shouldn't be offering
yourself like this.  He's by your legs, looking at your cunt.  Such a wet
cunt.  His young cock is so stiff.  He's never touched cunt before.  You'll
be his first.  Would you like him to touch you?" Nodding crazily.

   I don't know whether I really felt a finger flicker over my clit.  I
think so.  Whatever, I erupted within my virtual bonds.  Moaning loudly. 
Feeling my sex spray on my thighs.  I was out there.  Somewhere else. 
Somewhere warm and pulsing.  Watching my body convulsing from afar.

   I woke.  Clean bed linen damp against my mouth.  Warm.  Satisfied. 
Naked.  The memories of the previous evening.  Stephen.  Wetness of semen
in my sex, a pleasing tenderness.  Warm flesh against my leg and back.  His
hand caressed my back.  Contentedly I moved under it.

   He was so very good.  Much better than any of my other sexual partners.
Ridiculously so.  He knew what I wanted before I did.  He had made me aware
that I wanted to give, offer myself.  His hand caressed my buttock, my
thighs.  Waking me.  Stirring me.  His body against my back, his face in my
hair.  My legs parted without my permission.  Hips compound the rebellion
by tilting.  His hand captured gorged lips, sunk deep, into a whirlpool.  I
heard him, above the sounds of my sighing, words hot against my ear.  "I
want you to stay the day." I'd never been allowed to before.  "Uh.  Yes. 
I'd like that." "There is a price though." "A price?" Confused.  I felt his
erection against me.  He wanted to use me again.  "Yes.  Take me." "You
still don't know the price." "I thought...  I thought you wanted me. 
Wanted to make love to me again." "Of course, but that isn't the price. 
The price is that you must obey me.  Completely." My body rubbed back
against his hand as it played.

   I half giggled, half sighed into the pillow.  My mind fantasised.  I was
embarrassingly wet.  We had acted out our fantasies.  He knew that I had
fantasies about him when he wasn't there.  Sometime his hand had ceased
playing with me.  Rather, I was crudely rubbing myself against it.  I
stopped myself sufficiently to regain some of my composure.

   "Don't I usually?" "Yes.  But this time I mean fully.  Totally." His
body was against my back.  Penis along the cleavage of my bottom.  "Do you
trust me?" "Do you ask this of everyone you bed?" Trying to be amusing. 
"No.  I decided about you a long time ago.  Then Charlotte told me that you
were going to the party.  I had to see if you were ready." "Ready?" "Yes.
To accept your sexual submissiveness, or not." "Ha!  Not exactly
politically correct is it?" "No.  But then it is morally correct to be
honest." "You think I am a submissive?" "Yes.  Right too am I not"
"Perhaps." "We both know it to be true.  I think you'd like to be more." I
felt my face redden.  "You want to own me?" "If not me, you'll need
someone." The desire to rock my hips along his hard length was taking much
of my concentration.  It was a losing battle.  It was the talk.  I wanted
him to just take me.  "Give up work?  Sleep at your feet?" "No.  You need
training apart from anything else.  You'd still work.  You'd be like anyone
else.  Simply you'd belong to me.  Your life wouldn't change that much
outwardly.  Certainly during the week.  At weekends, of course you'd be
here, mine." The border between fantasy and reality was slipping.

   "Just suppose.  Just suppose you happened to be right, what would you do
to me?" "Trust.  It's all about trust.  About you trusting me to give up
your control to me.  .  I want to take you further than we have so far. 
Take all responsibility for your wanton behaviour from you.  This wouldn't
be like the pretend ties.  These would be real.  The ties and the blindfold
and your submission would be real.  You would see how I value you, I would
see that you are worthy." "Value me?  You're talking about making me a
slave.  Aren't slaves worthless?" "Not at all.  You will be very valuable.
Certainly to me." "Would you force me to make love to you?  Whenever you
want?  Take me?" I was aroused by the words, the ideas.  These words, these
actions would be real, not simply fantasy.  "Yes.  Obviously.  But other
things too.  Things that I think that you will enjoy.  Being opened up
physically and mentally.  I would give you a slave collar to wear.  You
would have to accept.  Anything.  Everything." "What if you are wrong?  Or
did something that I hated, couldn't handle?" I felt so hot.  Could feel
sweat.  Could feel myself leaking.  "Am I?" "I...  I...  I don't know.  But
what if I couldn't do something?" "You'd have a codeword.  A safety word,
for me to stop whatever it is.  At first" "You'd make me do naughty
things...  really naughty things...  really rude things that I should never
do?"

   Before he had time to answer I pushed hard against him and at the same
time I orgasmed suddenly.  Deeply.  Loudly, even when muffled by the
pillow. My body responding rather immodestly.  Eventually I calmed.  Sweat
tied my hair to my face, pillow wet against mouth.  My body a prisoner
between his hand and cock.  He kissed my neck soothingly.  I wanted more.
So much more.  He held me.

   His mouth against my ear.  "I think you ought to consider why you came
then.  I am going to make coffee.  If you come down naked within the next
quarter of an hour I know you wish to stay and take this further.  If you
are dressed or leave it till later I want you to know that I very much
enjoyed being with you, if only fleetingly.  It is nine fifteen." "But.. 
but.." "No.  No buts." He kissed the back of my neck again and slid from
the bed.

   I didn't move immediately.  Pulses still lapped through me from that
extraordinary orgasm.  I sat up.  Discarded frock and underwear from the
car near the door.

   It would be too easy.  Giving up all the responsibility.  It wouldn't
work.  I padded to the en-suite.  Sat on the toilet.  Emptied myself.  He
seemed to know me.  Too damned well.  He seemed to understand.  Sex had
never been this good.  Mouth dry.  Fear.  Could I walk away from this? 
Nobody could ask this of me!  No-one!  Removed the last traces of make-up.
He had.  He wanted me.  I would be free in his possession.  Would I let him
down?  He would make me do rude things.  I didn't know if I could go
through with it.  I couldn't accept accepting submission!  Craved the
security he was offering.  Nipples hard.  Even though the house was warm.
It certainly wouldn't be too cold to be naked.  I wiped myself.  Returned
to the bedroom.  Picked up the dress.  Picked up the underwear.  Breathing
erratic, stomach tense.  He might not like my body.  My tits were too
small. I wanted him to look at me, like me, want to use me, wanted to be
his.  Dropped the clothes, curled on the bed.  The idea was so exciting. 
Narcotic.  It was what I had fantasised about.  I wanted him to make me. 
He would make me be what I couldn't be myself.  Slut.  So frightened of
letting it out.  He had frightened me by what he'd done to me.  Not what he
had done, what he had made me realise.  What would he do to me?  He makes
me such a slut.  Would he want such a slut?  Would he make me feel
humiliated and sexy?  He did.  He wanted me to be his.  He knew what I was.

   Stood up.  I was so afraid.  I was hot and sweaty, my mouth tasted odd.
Breathed deeply.  Walked purposefully downstairs.  Stood before him. 
Naked. Breathing hard.  Naked.  Aware of my body.  Trembling.  Eyes
pleading with him.  Eyes near to tears.  I'd done it!  I didn't understand
it.  I was terrified by it.  But I'd done it!  My body roared with the fire
within.

   He looked up from his coffee.  Smiling.  Towelling robe.  Older, wiser
than me.  Grey eyes caught mine.  Held them, then assessed my body. 
Blushing furiously regardless of all the disgusting things he had already
made me do.  My hands moved in front of me.  My eyes again.  Shook his
head. Near tears I tried to put my arms beside me.  "I don't know what to
do with them." Nearly crying.  Needing.  "Hold them behind you." Softly.  I
nodded, fearful.  "You have a beautifully submissive body." I wanted to
kiss him.  So grateful.  "Kneel down." Softly taking control.  The
sexuality back to the fore.  Submitting to a man.  To him.  "Hands behind
you.  Knees apart." Nipples hard, stomach pulsed.  Open, on display. 
Submitting.  "You're naked for me." "Yes." "What do you want?" "I...  I
want to be yours." "Do you want to serve me?" My throat dry.  I couldn't
say it immediately.  "Yes." "So, I was correct." I looked at the floor.  My
face burning with shame.  He took away his coffee.  My stomach twinged.  He
took from his pocket a collar.  A dog collar.  Shiny black leather.  Soft
inside.  "If I put any collar on you it will be your slave collar.  Is that
what you want?" "Yes." "When I put this on you, or any other collar, you
will be my slave and I your master.  You will have to do all I tell you. 
Regardless.  Regardless of what you may want.  Do you understand?" "Yes." I
could hardly breathe.  He took the collar, lifted my chin, made me kiss the
collar.  He fastened it around my neck.  It felt warm there.  He took
something else from his pocket.  A dog lead.  Fastened it to my collar.

   "Will you stop if I beg you to?  If it hurts or I cant do it?" "If it's
accidental hurt.  I certainly will initially.  In the beginning, whilst you
ate on probation." "How long will that be?" "We'll know when you're ready.
We'll know if you're not." "But how will you know if I cant do it, cant
take it?" "I'll know I will be your Master.  I'll know.  You have to trust.
Until you are fully trained I will give you code phrases, 'amber' if you
want me to wait a while, 'red, red, red' if ever you wanted things to stop
and have your freedom back." I never wanted to use them.  Pride.  No, more,
I realised.  Lewdness.  Felt like a slut.  Wanted to be his slut.

   He led me around the ground floor of the house.  On a leash.  Like a
dog. At times sitting at his feet.  It was so humiliating I wanted to cry.
The humiliation was agony, but it was more.  It was exciting!  Sexually
exciting!  I was a bitch on heat again.  Breasts free.  Thighs wet.  Made
to go down on all fours and thrust up for him.  He stroked me.  I worked
against his hand.  Fingered me.  I licked my own juices from his hand. 
Humiliating.  So ridiculously horny.  Took me back to the kitchen.  Had me
verbally how excited I was using crude words.

   Made me lay on my back on the table.  Hips over the edge.  Thighs up to
breasts, then opened.  Hands by my head without being told.  By the collar.
Defenceless.  Exposed.  He left me like that for a while, looking at me. 
Then he used me.  Suddenly.  He just entered me.  I was already open and
certainly well lubricated for him.  With his hard cock, without warning. 
For his pleasure.  No choice.  He was big and hard and hot in my cunt.  My
pleasure was ready to break.

   "No!" He stopped.  "You are not to come." He made me hold it back.  He
plunged in and out of my body.  Made to realise that I couldn't climax
until he allowed me.  Making me know my position.  Desperately tried to
make my body co-operate.  He was making me realise that I was his.  But the
realisation made things worse.  My body was his and my pleasure was his to
grant.

   He would only allow me to come if I waited till I counted ten.  He
continued taking me, I slowly counting out loud for him.  Too quickly.  Had
to start again.  Sobbed.  It was agony.  Just lasted, just.  Arching off
the table.  Totally unable to restrain my body once given permission.

   After, I eagerly cleansed him.  His cock sticky, dirty.  Him and me on
him.  Loved his cock in my mouth.  The taste of us.  Loved doing it for
him.

   Sitting on a wooden chair he fed me.  Wide spread thighs.  My sex
leaking liquids without being able to conceal anything.  Hands behind me.
He gave each mouthful, each sip to me.  Wiping away dropped crumbs. 
Breasts, belly, thighs.  I felt special.

   I cleaned up after the food.  Cleaned my chair.  Cleaned my leakages.  I
wasn't allowed to dress.  Odd being naked.  Embarrassing.  Collared. 
Exciting.  Stephen watching me, watching over me.

   He fondled my breasts.  He liked playing with them.  He told me.  It
made me feel good.  Squeezed them hard.  Felt heavy.  Made me gasp.  His
ownership making me hotter.  He played with them over and over until I
needed to climax.  Just by playing with my breasts.  Even I hadn't done
that before.  Certainly no one else.  Kept me there.  On the edge.  Not
allowing me to.  Until he wanted to see me orgasm and then he told me to
climax.  My body simply responded to him.  God it was good.  He told me
that I was a good little slut.  Kissed me.

   At times he allowed me to rest.  He, dressed, would sit on the sofa, I
would lay naked, my head on his lap being cuddled.  Caressed.  Gentled.  At
other times he would make me exhibit myself in some way to him, do things.
Crawl slowly around the room on all fours as he watched, for example.  Make
me aware of my body on display.  Being looked at.  I had to use crude
language, words like fuck and cunt.  Humiliation and submission magnifying
the arousal!  Had never really admitted it before, even to myself.  Now I
didn't want it to stop.  So horny, so wet.

   Afternoon.  The bath standing proudly in the large room.  Proudly I
bathed him.  My hands all over him.  Kneeling by the bath.  Couldn't stop
touching him.  His chest, his legs, his penis, his balls.  Even soft.  I
was allowed to touch him as I bathed him.  My body constantly aroused now.

   Towelling him dry.  Kissing his thighs.  My hands on him.  Kissed his
flesh.  Tipped back my head.  Kissed his balls.  His penis.  His cock. 
Taking him in my mouth.  Hand wrapping hair pulling me back.  Then,
smiling, taking pity at my expression.  A few moments more of him inside
me. What had come over me?  What had I become?  What had he done?  He let
me pleasure him.  He fucked my mouth.  Spurted semen in me.  He groaned.  I
gagged a little in surprise but greedily swallowed.  Glowing.  It was
almost as if I had orgasmed, the pleasure I felt.

   Before a full length mirror.  I had hardly ever seen myself fully naked
like this.  My chest blushing.  Nipples hard and dark.  My breasts proud.
The split of my lips couldn't hide.  I was shocked.  It wasn't how my
teacher had once described a woman' sex - well recessed, hidden.  I had an
obvious, voluptuous cunt.  Nor did my labia hang in long loose folds like
those of a woman I had once seen on a page of pornographic magazine on the
floor of a train.  My lips were fat, pouting.  Not quite touching.  Dark
pink inner lips always peeping.  Looking eager.  Thin, damp pubic hair
unable to hide my excitement.

   He asked me how I masturbated.  I was so embarrassed.  Made to confess
how disgusting I was, confess those private moments.  The embarrassment
heating.  He made me remember to use base words.  It was my cunt.  Not my
sex.  My cunt that I frigged.  Actually I readily accepted it as my cunt.
Not caring about being polite now.  Audacious.  Brazen flesh for him.  I
had to tell him of my basic position, variations, what my fingers did,
admitting my thoughts, surprising myself at how naughty I was.  He pulled
the information from me.  Told him I had tried a vibrator but preferred my
fingers.  Felt humiliated by my obvious arousal.  Aroused by my
humiliation. Standing behind me.  He took my breasts.  Toyed and teased. 
Squeezed the hard nipples until I could only just stand it.  Caresses and
near pain.  The pain feeling like a caress, the caress feeling like pain.
My hips jerking.  Knowledge and understanding seeping into me.

   Both of us watching our bodies.  Saw the pink marks of fingers on my
flesh.  Felt his erection behind me, pressing against me.  Told to play
with myself.  He couldn't ask that!  Not that.  It was so private.  My face
burned.  I couldn't do that.  Frig my cunt in front of the mirror.  I had
given myself.  I had to.  For him to watch.  Eventually parting my thighs.
Could I go so far?  My hand came to my mouth slowly.  I wet my fingers.  My
breathing erratic.  Wanting his but using my own.  Then I stopped.  My
fingers at my cunt.  At my wet cunt.  Perhaps sensing the abyss.  He caught
my eyes.  It was a turning point.  Both saw it in each other's eyes.  I
continued.  I needed to.  I was obscene for him.  Offering my obscenity for
him.  The knowledge and sight of my obscene behaviour making my excitement
so strong.  Taking disgraceful pleasure in exhibiting myself for him.  He
could see my fingers rubbing my clit.  I came suddenly.  It went on and on
as I bucked.

   He spoke to the mirror.  "You shouldn't have come.  You were naughty.  I
hadn't given you permission, had I?" "No.  Sorry.  I didn't think." "In
future you will wait my permission for your pleasure.  You were a naughty
girl, weren't you?" "Yes." "A very naughty girl." "Yes.  I'm so sorry."
"What happens to naughty girls?" "They are...  Sent away?  Please don't. 
I'll be good." I was suddenly frightened.  I didn't want him to send me
home.  Reject me.  I wanted to stay.  God!  I really wanted this!  Needed
it.  I wanted the nakedness, the submission to him, this extreme
excitement. I pressed back against him.  It was difficult to come to terms
with.  "You don't want to be sent away?" "No.  I'll do as I'm told.  I
promise." "But you've been naughty?" "Yes." "But you need to be
disciplined." "Yes.  But dont send me away!  What will you do?"

   To the bedroom.  He told me that he would spank me as I was a naughty
girl.  It frightened me, but I was grateful he wasn't sending me away.  I
had to stand facing a corner for what felt like ages.  Thinking about it.
Hands behind me, legs spread.  I didn't know if I could take any pain.  I
wondered how much it would hurt, if I could take it.  A shameful amount
excitement built in me as I waited.  Butterflies.  I began to imagine his
hand on my bottom.  The sound of the slaps.

   I was called to him.  It was good that the waiting was over, yet I was
frightened.  He made me lay across his knee to be spanked.  Naked, over his
knee.  So undignified.  So humiliating.  Toes just touching the floor. 
Hands on the floor.  My puffy mound pressing hard onto his leg.  The side
of me feeling his cock through his robe.  He was erect again!  He held me
down.  My body adjusted for him.  Imagined what he saw.

   A caress over my buttocks.  Then more.  Confused I heard him tell me
that, as this was my first time, I could orgasm when I was being punished
without having permission granted first as he doubted I would be able to
have the control needed just yet.  He smacked me.  Lightly at first.  I
could hear his palm against my flesh.  Constant rhythm.  Feel it.  He
talked to me.  Told me what I looked like.  Smack!  Caressed my slippery
cunt.  What a slut I was.  I needed to be taken in hand.  Smack Gradually
harder.  He caressed my hot cheeks, my slippery cunt.  I can come whenever
I want?  He smacked me again.  Again.  My bottom very hot under the smacks.
Hurting.  All over.  Slut.  Slut.  Tears beginning to trickle from my eyes.
There was a rhythm to the smacks.  It seemed a natural rhythm.  With pauses
to caress.  Small sobs.  So hot.  Whimpering.  My bottom burning.  Feeling
so sorry.  The sound, the rhythm of his palm on my flesh, loud in my ears.
The pain of each smack.  The heat of them all.  More than ten.  More than
twenty.

   Suddenly the ball of heat moved.  To my sex.  My cunt.  Suddenly very,
very aroused.  Smack!  Panic.  Tried to get up.  Held down.  Pushing my
bottom up to his hand now.  Smack!  Wanting more, harder.  Not
understanding what was happening.  So hot.  Depraved frenzy.  Smack!  He
didn't bother caressing me now.  Grunting.  Smack!  Harder.  Cunt spasming.
Smack!  Coming.  Oh God!  Cunt spurting liquids!  Was I weeing?  No. 
Coming again.

   I found myself laying on the bed.  Fireworks occasionally still
exploding.  His fingers rubbing my heated cheeks.  Cooling with something
liquid.  Oil, cream?  So good.  A finger pressed against my bottom.  I
stiffened in surprise.  It slid into me a little.  I lay tense, squeezing
desperately against it.  Other hand still caressing.  Finger imbedded.  He
waited till I relaxed more.  Moved it slowly in and out.  My body danced to
his tune.  Humiliated.  Began to push with him.  Aroused by everything,
anything.  He stopped, withdrew.

   I was exhausted.  I couldn't take any more.  Couldn't take any more in.
I needed a rest before I could move on physically, mentally, emotionally.
He held me in his arms.  He let me sleep.

   He woke me.  He was dressed.  He fastened my hands with a leather strap
of some type.  My ankles too.  I had never been tied before.  Only
pretended.  Tested the bonds.  Pulled back and forth.  The feeling of being
confined was pleasant.  My breathing was erratic.  Naked and confined.  I
was unable to do anything.  Except become aroused.  "Do you like it?" "Yes.
I can't do anything." Kissed me.  My mouth his.  His hands strongly gentled
all my body.  His caresses loving.  "You are beautiful.  You make me
aroused.  You being my submissive, wearing my collar, bound.  You mean so
much." I felt like a horny princess.  My body ached with need.  I wasn't
allowed to remain bound for long the first time.  I realised I would have
been happy to stay bound longer!

   Later I was fed again.  Found myself starving.  He was going to take me
home.  I burst into tears.  I thought I would stay.  I had to obey him
until he had taken me back to the world I thought once as real.  He told me
to put on my dress.  Nothing else but that and my shoes.  I still wore my
collar.  Feeling still naked for him without anything under the dress.  He
drove.

   Near my flat he stopped at the wood.  He led me along an worn earth
path. Eventually there was an park bench.  Partially broken now.  I was
told to take off my dress.  Standing naked but for the collar.  Surrounded
by trees.  The summer night not cold.  Nipples hard.  Whenever I was naked
for him my body was ready for him.  Thighs against the uneven back of the
bench.  Bent over.  Made to offer myself.  Asking to be fucked by him.  He
roughly opened my cheeks with his hands and proceeded to rut me.  I loved
him using me to pleasure himself.  I loved his hard flesh dominating my
body.  Something to the side caught my eye.  Someone.  Dark clothes, dark
hair.  Secretly watching me being fucked.  As we had watched someone once.
I loudly begged Stephen to allow me to climax.  He allowed it.  Crying out
I came.  Watched!  And again.

   Semen dribbling from me again as I settled at his feet to cleanse his
cock.  I loved that little task.  The figure still secretly watched.  I
shivered.

   At the flat he made me strip, kneel, took off the collar.  Made me kiss
it.  Held me for a long time and talked softly.

   *

   My body felt alive.  My body remembered.  He was right.  Not just
fantasy.  It had been real.  I had a gnat bite on my buttock.  A submissive
slut frigged herself often.  The modern woman cursed her weakness.

   In public, at work, I felt strangely rested.  On top of things.  Yet I
fought with myself all the time I was at home alone.  How could I have
acted like that?  I shouldn't have allowed myself to be used.  Obviously he
had only wanted to use me, for my body.  Yet I knew I had wanted it.  Not
only wanted it but fully enjoyed being the submissive slut.  I wondered if
I had been drugged, but I remembered everything, knew really that I hadn't.
At times I remembered too clearly.  I wanted to be my own woman.  Yet I had
luxuriated in the lack of responsibility, the strange freedom I had felt
when I was being told what I had to do to please him.  I decided I wasn't
going to see him again.  Wasn't going to allow myself to sink that low
again.  I was my own boss.  No one would own me.  I wouldn't act out his
fantasies.

   He phoned me at work.  Heat suffused my body on hearing his voice.  "Do
you still wish to submit?  " "Yes." Breathing ragged.  Lower lip quivering.
A tear of sweat ran down inside my shirt.  Knickers already wet.

   Knelt in the underground car park.  Kissed the collar.  Accepted it. 
Bent over, knickers around my knees.  I heard a car door close.  Mouth dry.
His hard cock opened me, controlled me.  My cunt was not dry.  A car drove
away, without me seeing it.  Being rutted.  His hard flesh deep in me.  I
loved it.  Whispered pleas.  Refused.  Desperate.  "Who decides upon your
pleasure?" "You.  You do." Having me accept my role.  Wearing the collar.
My body bursting for release.  His.  Enjoying him, his use of me.  Almost
as good.  Deeper somehow.  Being driven to the house.  Proud of the
slipperiness of his semen at the junction of my thighs.

   Hot for him all evening.  He wouldn't allow me to orgasm.  Had me use my
mouth and hands all over him, though not to his climax either.  His eyes,
hands and mouth had been on and off me constantly.  Playing my body like a
violin.  Taut.  Desperate.  Nearing the point when I would not be able to
stop myself to orgasm at his touch.  Tremors constantly running through my
body.  Loving it.  Not realising things could be like this.

   Made me get KY jelly from a drawer.  Didn't need it.  My cunt dribbling.
Smelt obviously on heat.  Told to kneel on the bed, on knees and elbows. 
Now.  Take me now.  Had to anoint my own bottom hole with the jelly.  No!
Please no!  Terrified.  Shaking.  I begged him.  He told me that I needn't
do it.  I could use the code.  End the submission.  Unable to do either. 
Unable to move.  Tears of frustration in my eyes.  Felt his hand gently cup
my sex.  Desperate.  Felt his finger on my bottom.  On that personal place.
Began to cry.  Knew I was going to submit.

   Came behind me.  Cock hard.  Clasped my hands together on my back. 
Breasts and face forced into the bed.  Widened me by rubbing jelly around
and around the ring of my bottom.  Gasping.  He would allow me to come when
he was inside me.  I knew it would never give me a climax.  I knew.  My
tight virgin rear.

   Told to push back.  I did.  Tried to relax.  So tight.  Wanting
desperately to please him.  Slowly, gently pressed.  Almost hurting too
much, just bearable.  Thought about the words.  Red?  No!  Had to please
him.  Stretched so wide!  Tried to relax.  Slid inside.  The pain!  It
gradually diffused as he held still.  No one had ever done this to me!  He
slowly, oh so slowly slid deeper.  It seemed to go on forever.  So full. 
Felt the pressure against my vagina.  So stretched.  Almost splitting.  He
pushed a little further.  A little more.  I stiffened suddenly.  Then it
passed.  He had his cock in my arse!  Then slowly withdrawing.  Stuffed
full of cock again.  Feeling so full!  Slowly in and out.  Gradually
increasing the speed.  In and out of me he made use of me.  I couldn't
believe what was happening.  Could feel the heaviness of my cunt gaping
open.  He could do to me what he wanted.  He was doing.  I wanted him to. I
wanted him to possess me in every way he wanted.  Wanted him to enjoy me.
Suddenly spasms ran up my vagina.  Again.

   I came!  Cunt pulsed and spurted.  With his cock up my arse!  Gripping
him tight.  Struggled and thrashed.  He held me.  Still impaled.  Couldn't
believe it!  I had come.  Cock up my arse!  I was so dirty.  Oh God!  Such
a slut.  A cock filling up my arse.  Being buggered.  The idea excited.  I
was enjoying it!  He could make me enjoy anything!  He could make me do
anything!  Told to feel myself, inside.  Felt his pushing cock through the
thin membranes of my insides with my fingers.  Almost touching.  As he
fucked me up my arse.  Palm on my clit.  Felt him come in me.  So grateful
that he had come.  Waves washed over me.  Over and over they kept coming.
Semen dribbled out of me, down my thigh when he pulled from me.

   We lay in the bath together.  Hot soapy water.  Arms around me. 
Confessed sheepishly that I had enjoyed it.  Couldn't believe I had. 
Laying with my back against his stomach sparing my blushes.  He whispered
in my ear that he would use me again like that for his pleasure.  I thought
of it as his fingers tormented my breasts.  Thought of him buggering me as
he had me climax.  Water splashed onto the floor.

   I had orgasmed again without permission.  I had to be disciplined again.
I was looking forward to it!  I deserved it.  He should punish me.  Over
his thighs again.  My deflowered rear stung.  He could tell.  He slapped
harder but slowed it all down.  Smacking me harder.  The sound louder.  In
short bursts, between touching up my fanny.  The smacks hurt.  Made me cry.
I sobbed.  I deserved it.  He was punishing me.  The excitement came. 
Expecting it, this time I could just hold it.  Not allowed to orgasm.  The
pain and the intense arousal blurred.  My body shaking in need.  Granted
permission.

   After, I was made to kneel on a low backed padded chair.  Kneeling on
the edge with my chest on the soft back.  He had me cross my arms behind
me. It left me feeling deliciously vulnerable, my breasts hanging down
against the insistent itch of the fabric; my buttocks and sex thrust back
and open.  He put cream on me.  He put cream all around my used anal ring.
It was embarrassing.  It made me know that he owned even that part of me
too.  He slipped a finger in deeply, then another.  It stretched me again.
He fingered me there as he would my cunt.  It felt embarrassing.  I was
embarrassed as I lewdly thrust back against his fingers.  It was good, it
was wicked.  I was grunting like a slut.  I wanted him to take me there
again.  I wanted him to.  I wanted him to use me, make me feel so wicked.
Release my need.

   Morning.  In the kitchen I was naked.  He wore a thin robe.  The
telephone.  "Hello...  Oh hello...  Yes, of course...  When...  Well, I
think so...  It will be the first time...  Yes...  Fine...  Yes...  See you
then.  Bye." My mouth and hands at his cock and balls as he spoke.

   He sat.  I had to stand by his side.  His cock showing, hard and
glistening.  Open my legs.  Show myself to him.  Made to keep my eyes open.
One hand pressing above and outside me on my mound, opening me.  Showing
him my sex.  Told me to play with myself.  His cock hard.  Oh God I
couldn't.  It was so humiliating.  I couldn't.  "Please.  Please." I
whimpered.  My vagina pulsed.  His hand slapped the inside of my thigh.

   "Oh yes.  Oh yes." I had to.  He was making me.  I bent my knees
outwards.  My fingers parted my lips.  I sawed them quickly over my clit. I
was made to slow.  He wanted to see.  I was almost crying with shame.  I
was so wet.  So very wet.  Made to push two fingers into me, as far as they
would go.  For him to see.  Stood rocking as he appraised me.  Then in and
out.  Over my clit.  In and out.  Over my clit.  Slowly.  The slurping
disgusting.  My hand dripping.  No dignity left.  Tiny noises from my
throat.

   He made my throw a leg across his.  Astride him.  on my toes.  Hands
behind me.  He lifted his cock so that the purple knob was in my slit. 
Then it was just inside me.  Just.  I hadn't to move.  I wanted it all.  I
wanted to be taken.  He played with my breasts.  Loud noises now, sobs of
frustration.  My breathing all over the place.  I was high, trying to keep
still, trying not to push down on what I needed.  My legs screaming in
agony.  Hands allowed to hold his shoulders.

   "I want to see you come in a minute." Oh yes.  Thank God.  "I want you
to slowly sink down on me.  Slowly.  And then I want to want you come."
"Yes.  Yes.  Thank you.  Thank you." I felt his thickness stretch me as I
sank as slowly as I could.  Feeling him filling me with his burning flesh.
Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God.  So full.  So good.  I felt his hairs, then his
body.  I screamed as I rubbed myself up and down him frantically.  My head
swung back and forth.  He had to hold me, I had no control.  He thrust up
into me furiously.  My body jerking all over.  My breasts thrown up and
down.  His cock powering in and out until I felt like a rag doll.

   When he finished I sobbed my love and gratitude into his neck. 
Exhausted astride my master.

   I cooked breakfast.  Thankfully was allowed an apron as I cooked bacon
and eggs for him.  He looked so good in his cotton robe.  His thigh and
chest showing.  After, I sat passive for him as he fed me.  I was ravenous.

   Surprised.  We were to go shopping.  It was warm.  Dressed in my short
red summer dress.  Collar.  Not allowed underwear.  Conscious of the
shortness of the skirt of my dress.  The possibility of a gust of wind. 
Conscious of my collar.  Almost on display.  Hot.  He wore jeans and a
shirt, which made him look sexy.

   Bought me clothes for when I was at the house.  I would be coming again!
A couple of casual dresses.  One long, one short.  Really nice.  More than
I could have afforded.  Then, lots of scandalous underwear.  Dark. 
Stockings and suspenders.  Hold-ups.  Thongs and G-strings.  A couple of
bras that hardly covered me.  Had to display everything on me.  The
salesgirl looked on disapproving, jealous.  Felt horny.  A quality tart. 
My outer clothes to remain smart.  Underneath I would be what he realised I
wanted to be.  I felt spoilt.

   Went to buy me high shoes.  A boy.  Flirting with me.  Smiling.  Nice.
Kneeling at my feet.  Putting stilettos onto my feet.  Black, shiny, such
heels!  The boy looking at my touching thighs.  Up my skirt.  At my face.
Knowingly.  Stood, walked dangerously.  Stood by him.  His face near, level
with my cunt.  He looked up the full length of me.  Looked at my dress
covered cunt.  Sat down.  He removed a shoe.  Thighs rolled slightly apart
as he took off the other.  A boy.  Saw up my thigh, up my skirt, at me, at
my bared cunt.  Looked at my face, then back.  Faces scarlet.  Let him look
at me.  I had never done anything like this before!  Stephen paid.  I
trembled.  Scared that I had overstepped the mark.  Scared my dress would
have a damp patch at the back.

   Taken quickly into a department store.  Upstairs to the furniture.  No.
Gents lavatory!  Took me inside.!  Empty luckily.  Smelt different to
Ladies.  Into a clean large cubicle.  Bags dropped.  Dress pulled off
quickly.  Standing naked.  Back against a cold solid wall.  Hands around
his neck.  Kissed.  Naked.  He knew!  Told me I would be punished.  But
first gave myself eagerly.  Roughly.  How I wanted it.  Thighs up, apart. A
buttock held in each of his hands.  Lowered onto him.  Penetrated.  His
shirt rubbed my nipples.  Body jerking.  A finger invades my tender rear.
Plundered.  Desperate.  Not given permission.  Pleaded.  Had to give him
what he wanted from me.  Loving it.  Loving being taken.  Loving the
feeling of my body wanting to explode but not allowed to.

   I cleaned him.  Stood to let him see me clean the semen dripping from
me. From my cunt.  Leaving past a man with his cock in his hand and an open
mouth.

   He made to go back to the shop.  I had to do it again.  Display myself
because Stephen made me.  Waited for the boy.  Stephen told him I needed
another pair.  Stephen took me to a corner.  Partially concealed from the
rest of the shop.  The boy was blushing.  No more than I.  Stephen was
making me display myself.  I sat on the very edge of the seat with my hands
behind me.  My hem was dangerously high.  My breasts heaving.  He brought
the new shoes, looking at Stephen.  His hands were tender on my calves. 
Maybe he was a virgin.  He lifted my leg.  He took off my shoes.  He parted
my thighs.  I let him.  He could see up them.  He could see my cunt.  Maybe
smell it.  He took off the other shoe.  He looked at Stephen again.  "It's
all right.  The lady needs your help." My thighs were apart for him.  He
would see my cunt.  Stephen had just fucked it.  It was bloated and wet. 
Displaying myself.  As he put the high heels onto me his hand slid up my
thigh.  I pushed to him.  Lifted to him off the seat.  My hem lifted. 
Weight on my hands.  His hand touched me!  I nearly came.  Walked around.
Smelt my arousal.  Let him adjust the shoe as he knelt, head at my crutch.
Taking them off he was bolder.  His fingers found me.  Found my wetness. 
Held myself back.  Just.  Such a slut.  Stephen's slut.

   I hugged Stephen after we left.  Trembled uncontrollably for a while. 
Pushed to him, letting my feel me giving myself to him.  Thanked him
breathlessly.  Needed lunch.  Needed to sit.  Table on the street.  Sat
with my bags.  My sexuality beamed like a beacon.  Men looked at me as they
passed.  Stephen continued as if nothing had happened in the shop.

   He bought me more.  Skirts, tops.  A beautiful evening dress that cost
multiples of any item I'd ever bought!  It was ridiculous.  Nobody would
pay that.  Grey silk.  Under the dress I couldn't wear anything.  Any
underwear would show.  It slid over my flesh, it displayed everything and
nothing.  Silk caressed on curves as I moved.  It was the most sensual
dress that I had ever seen let alone worn.  He told the woman that we'd
take it.

   "Stephen I don't need a dress like this.  It's ridiculous.  You've
bought me so much.  I'd never wear a dress like this." "We're going to a
party." What!  Whose?" "Emma and David's.  You met them at the theatre on
Wednesday." "Oh.  Oh yes.  When?" "Not for a while.  But you'll need a
dress." "But this is too expensive.  I don't need this." "You'll be with
me!"

   It was carefully boxed for me.  I could have given myself just for that
dress.  Outside the shop I completely forgot myself.  Hugged him.  Cried.
Danced excitedly around like a child in front.  Except children didn't have
buttocks like mine.  People saw.  He laughed and laughed.  Dragged him
away.

   So grateful to him for my gifts.  Made to put away the clothes.  Except
the shoes.  Had to practice walking in them.  Naked.  For him.  Remembered
being made to walk for the boy.  Remembered his fingers.  Practised every
half hour.  My hips thrust forward, back curved.  Ached.  Gradually more
confident, even on stairs.

   I accepted my punishment for my transgression in the shoe shop.  I was
blindfolded.  Made to stand in the corner for a long time first.  Thinking
about what I'd done.  Think about how my body felt.  How I couldn't see. 
The exotic smell of the leather blindfold.  Wanted to touch myself. 
Knowing I couldn't.  That knowledge making things worse.  He had to
describe my wrongdoing in detail as he sat on the other side of the
blindfold.  Wanted me to be aware of my own lack of control.  Shamed.  Of
being such a naughty girl.  Of being a slut.  Of having such a drooling
cunt.

   He would take the responsibility for the baring of my body in future. 
He would control it.  I would comply.  His smacks were hard.  The blindfold
focusing them.  Tears came.  I knew I needed to learn.  He was strict with
me.  His hands aroused me.  His hands conferred pain.  Smacked me. 
Aroused. Smacked.  There was no difference.  He was in control.  My body
was his to display, to exhibit.  I enjoyed it.  He would allow me when to
have pleasure.  I wanted to come now.  So much.  He refused me a climax.  I
obeyed.  Didn't even think about it.  After, my mouth was used.  I loved
him.

   He had had made me buy a dirty magazine too.  Off the top shelf.  Knew
that people would see up my leg as I stretched.  I didn't know how much.  I
guessed a lot more than I would normally.  A man stood staring.  I had
blushed so much giving the man my money.

   Now I knelt with my bottom and sex high as I looked at the pages of
naked women.  Stephen's fingers played with me from behind.  Thought of
myself as those women.  Like these women spread out.  Had to admit these
thoughts.  Had to talk about how it would be, how it would feel to display
myself, offer myself when and if Stephen wished it.  More than a brief
glimpse.  I pushed higher and higher wanting his fingers.  Such a slut.  No
release given.  His bitch on heat.  He fingered me until it was the only
thing I knew.  My cunt being fingered.  My need to keep my orgasm under
control.  Tottering on the edge for long minutes.  The room filled with the
smell and slobbering of my liquids and flesh.

   In his arms.  We talked softly.  About our contentment with each other.
My surprise.  Our relationship.  My responses.  Enjoying his use of me so
much.  Finding myself always so ready.  Tongue-tied, yet I was concerned
that he realised that I didn't say what I thought he wished to hear. 
Looking up at him as I lay and spoke, my body, sore and tired as it was,
still pushed up to him, offering.  I didn't know the road but I wanted to
be shown.  I trusted him.  He allowed me to be immoral.  He made me
immoral. He made me feel special and safe.  I wanted to please him.  I'd do
whatever he wanted.

   Told to lay on the kitchen table.  Felt his dominance.  Feet beside my
buttocks.  Rope tied wrist to ankle, ankle to table leg.  Spread wide,
defenceless.  Unable to move.  It felt wonderful.  So dreadful not being
allowed to come.  Kissed, nibbled, bit my breasts.  Over and over.  Licked
my stomach, thighs.  My pulpy mound.  I was so frustrated for him.  Bucking
in my bonds.  Back to my breasts.

   "Please.  Please." Moving around the little I could.  "You want to
come?" "Yes.  Yes.  But it's not just that.  It doesn't feel right.  You
down there.  Pleasuring me." Tears.  Didn't know why.  "Am I not allowed to
kiss your cunt?" "Yes.  No.  But...  I should be...  Oh....  Please.  Do
what you want." "I am doing." "On my cunt.  On my clit.  Please." "Where?"
"On my cunt.  On my clit.  On my cunt.  Nobody has ever kissed me there
before.  " "No one?  Ever?" Incredulous.  "No.  I've always been
embarrassed to ask.  Nobody ever offered." "They don't know what they've
missed.  Whose cunt is it anyway?  Whose owns that cunt?" "You do.  You do.
It's your cunt.  It's all yours." "Yes.  If I want to taste you I will. 
And this?" A searching finger slid between my buttocks.  "Yes.  That's
yours too." "For what?" "To bugger!" He used his mouth on me.  Sucked my
clit.  Licked it.  Ate me.  Made me thrash about on the table.  Keeping me
on the brink for what seemed like hours.  Unable to stop him.  Loving the
feeling of being so helpless.  The pleasure and frustration building and
building.  It was wonderful.  He must have drowned in my juices. 
Thankfully I was allowed a wild climax.

   On our journey to my flat we stopped again.  At the wood.  I wondered if
we would be watched.  Same place.  About the same time.  Pulled off all my
clothes.  Stood naked.  He made me pleasure him.  Astride him as he sat. 
Move my body up and down on him as he roughly fondled my breasts.  Yes.  A
figure in the trees.  Secretly watching again.  I loudly begged release. 
To be allowed to climax on his big cock.  Displaying my wickedness to the
man watching.  Crying it to the trees.

   A couple of days later I was telephoned by his P.A.  to meet him at his
office.  Found the building.  Receptionist, young, bored, trying to look
smart.  Up the lift, found his PA.  Thirty-ish, attractive, controlled,
quality clothes, expensive perfume.  I hated her.  Asked me to sit for a
moment.  She disappeared through to the inner sanctum.  She reappeared with
Stephen.  He smiled at her.  Called her Louise.  Returned.  Ushered me
through.  Smelt the warmth of her as I brushed past.  Closed the door
behind me.  With me now.

   He rose, didn't come around his desk to kiss me.  Told to kneel.  In his
office!  I kissed the collar and accepted it's feeling of safety.  Fear. 
Excitement.  Nipples tightening.  Smiling, he contemplated me in silenced.
Relaxed a little at the smile.  Tension in my stomach.  He spoke softly. 
Undress.  Instruction.

   Stood by an empty chair before him.  Removed my jacket.  Laid it on the
desk.  My blouse.  Fingers fighting buttons.  Never really undressed like
this for him before.  Clothes off quickly often in the past.  Looking up
before slipping it off my shoulders.  Raised eyebrows.  Feeling strangely
embarrassed as I removed it.  Placed it with my jacket.  It was almost the
afternoon!  Proud of my bra.  Feeling breasts swelling.  Sitting passive.
Then hands behind me.  Unclipped.  Again needing to appeal with my eyes. 
Same response.  Letting the bra drop from me into my hands.  Under his
gaze. Nipples hard, up-pointed.  Breasts, rising and falling as my
breathing shortened, beginning to flush.  On display now.  Again.  In his
office!  I was his.

   Skirt.  Zip.  Button.  Feeling the lining slide down my thighs.  Long
passed, the point of no return.  Stepping out.  Feeling like a pin-up. 
Proud.  Another addition to the pile of clothes on the desk.  Had he fucked
anyone on that desk?  Thumbs inside the elastic, drawing down.  Pulling
them away from the stickiness at my crutch.  Stepping out.  Smelling my
arousal.  The stockings to stay.  The hold-ups emphasising my nakedness. 
My mound thrusting, my damp pubic hair stuck to me.  Standing.  Hands held
behind me.  Collar warm.  He smiled and nodded his appreciation.  Pride. 
He came over and fastened leather cuffs around my wrists.

   Told not to move or speak whatever he did.  Unless told to.  Asked if I
understood.  Nodded.  He buzzed his PA, Louise!  Told her to come in!! 
Panic!  Wanted to cover myself.  Couldn't.  Desperately forcing myself to
do as Stephen had told me.  Silently pleading.  Closed my eyes.  Opened
them.  Looking at the carpet.  Making soft noises.  Shaking.  Really
shaking.  Breasts moving.  She stood by Stephen looking at me.  Could tell
that she was appraising me.  Looking at my naked body.  In his office!  She
said something I didn't catch.  They laughed softly.  Intimate.

   This was something new.  In the past there had always been just the
vague possibility of someone coming across us, like in the woods.  Seeing
my body, his use of me.  Just a chance.  It created anticipation, an edge.
This was different.  Like me in the shoe shop!  This was his intention.  I
was being brazenly displayed.  By him.  My body.  His control.  My
submission.  As I began to understand my shaking ceased and I became aware
of my arousal increasing.

   She left the room.  He came around the desk.  Opened my legs.  Explored
my flesh in his palm.  Sank fingers deep within me.  Making me dance on
them.  "That is very nice.  You're very wet." He sounded proud of me!  I
nodded.  Guiltily.  "Louise says that you look beautifully flushed.  She
wondered if it was because of her or me." She'd seen my arousal, it must
have been obvious.  "Did you enjoy me flaunting you to her?  Showing those
pretty tits to her?  Showing her your fanny?  This willing cunt to her?."
His fingers used me, keeping me in need.  Falling against him, naked, as I
whimpered and grunted.  He tormented my breasts.  Until they were almost
sore.  On that strange pain/pleasure divide.  He wanted to see me needing.
Oh I did.

   He took his pleasure in me over the desk.  It was wonderful.  From
behind.  Thrusting hard into my cunt.  He felt huge.  The surface cold on
my burning breasts.  Saliva and sweat on the wood.  His hard hot flesh
spearing in and out of me.  Possessed.  My body welcoming.  Permission.  As
the fireworks exploded I idly wondered if the inter-com was still on.

   Afterwards Louise returned.  Standing, my body now displaying the use to
which it had been put.  My labia feeling bloated and sticky, breasts
reddened.  Her eyes like fingers over me.  Half proud, half ashamed.  She
stroked my cheek.  Touched the collar.  My shoulders moved, my breasts.  I
wondered if she would touch them.  She didn't.

   She took me to a lavatory at the back of the room.  Suggested that I
wipe myself.  Stood in the door.  Told me to hurry as I sat waiting for her
to go.  I had to do it as she watched.  Felt deliciously humiliated.

   Allowed to dress.  In front of them.  Fastened my bra.  Breasts larger
now.  Blouse.  Pulled up my knickers.  "I can see that she gets off on
display." I wanted to curl up and die.  " She's learning.  Things may come
out later.  She's been punished.  Spanking.  Actually climaxed with it. 
She likes some humiliation, bondage, loves the giving up of power." Talking
about me as if I wasn't there.  How far did he expect me to go?  I was
juicing again.  "Has she potential?" I shyly fastened my skirt.  Body
pulsing softly.  "Oh yes.  No question." There was pride in his voice. 
Tears welled in my eyes.

   *

   We met socially of course.  Weekdays.  He took me out.  Without the
collar.  To dinner, cinema, theatre, began to meet his friends.  He made me
laugh, was an amusing, caring and handsome man to be with.  I realised that
he genuinely found me attractive too, physically and otherwise.  We acted
like normal lovers in a normal vanilla relationship.  I could flirt and
tease, appear demanding and could be loud.  It may not have been realised
by those around us, however, that I always knew he was my absolute monarch.
We caressed and fondled but it never went further on these occasions.

   He fulfilled me.  I had stopped masturbating when alone.  I only wanted
to orgasm for him.  He thought about me, thought about what was best for
me. However, as the working week drew to a close I was taut with
excitement. His mastery of me.  The fear and thrill of how he dictated my
exhibitionism to him, of the unexpected, of being wicked.  His use and
enjoyment of my body.  The release more extravagantly physical when
allowed. I was happy to accept my sexual fulfilment, or lack of it, was
subservient to his will.  I wanted him to enjoy me, that was so important
to me now.  I strangely became far more confident, my self esteem grew
stronger.  Now that I had the freedom of Stephen taking over the
responsibility for the wildness of my sexuality from me I could relax.  I
enjoyed the knowledge that he was training that wildness, stretching my
limits.  Gradually having me do a little more than I had ever considered I
could or would, previously.  Life before Stephen was a vague, tasteless
memory.



   *

   On the way to his house he stopped the car.  He placed a blindfold on
me. I sat passive until he was satisfied with its fit.  I felt my nipples
hardened.  We continued on our way.  I couldn't see.  I felt every bounce
of my breasts, every sigh in my throat was loud in my ears.  People may be
able to see, I realised.  I held the sides of the seat and tried not to
squirm.  Felt my breasts tighten in my bra.  He helped me out and led me to
the door.  As he had walked around the car I suddenly panicked, we could be
anywhere!  The drive felt the same, the step.  The smell of the house.  I
relaxed.

   In the hall he stopped.  Took off my jacket.  Put my back against the
wall.  Hands moving automatically now to beside my face.  Legs parted.  I
waited for him.  I didn't know where he was.  Breathing all over the place
due to the blindfold.  He was there again.  He did something to my skirt.
Pulling it forward.  He was cutting it!  Scissors cut through the material
until I felt the cold metal against my stomach.  It dropped at my feet.  He
cut through the top I was wearing.  The metal grazing me.  Cut the arms so
it dropped too.  I was frightened.  He cut through the straps on my bra. 
Cut through the front.  Cut my knickers off.  I was trembling.  I couldn't
see.  He pressed the cool metal to my hard nipples, the outsides of my
labia.

   His fingers sank deeply into me.  A grunt from me.  Sucked my juices
from him.  Waited.  Heard him undressing.  Made to open wider still.  His
cock sank into me.  Filling me.  So hot.  So commanding.  My vagina spasmed
around him.  Wanted him to enjoy me.  He fucked me in my darkness.  Fucked
me so well.  My breasts bounced, cunt squelched and clutched at his cock. I
was eager to please him, my body was eager to please him.

   He led me to the bedroom, semen trickling down my leg.  Put over his
naked thigh.  His cock sticky against my thigh.  "I'm going to punish you.
Do you know why?" "No.  No, Master." It felt good saying that.  "Because I
want to.  Is that sufficient reason?" "Yes.  Of course, Master."

   He didn't caress.  He just spanked.  Slowly.  Building up.  I sobbed
loudly.  It built and built.  The need for release came.  "God you're a
slut aren't you?  Your cunt is always the wettest I've ever known!  You
want to come from being spanked don't you?" "Oh yes, Master.  Oh please,
Master." "Yes, alright, I want you to show me how that cunt of yours can
really come." It wasn't a considered act.  My body just obeyed his words.
My cunt spurted.  I came loudly.  I began to cry.  The idea that he might
not be there to let me have pleasure was so scary.  I needed him so much.
We were both wet with my leakage.  He came again in my mouth.

   *

   Saturday afternoon.  In Stephen's kitchen making coffee.  Doorbell rang.
Froze.  Wide eyes at Stephen.  Wearing only a slip.  My nipples pushing
through the material.  The slip resting just past my sex.  Wearing my
collar.  Told to carry on.  He answers the door.  Another man in the
kitchen too.  Rob.  Jeans, squat, ponytail.  I'm not dressed.  Friend of
Stephen.  A photographer.  Felt heat on my face.  Tried hard not to cover
myself with my hands.  His eyes explored me obviously.  Drinking coffee. 
I've been fucked on this table where he has his coffee.  His eyes hungry on
my body.  Looked at my breasts, up my legs.  Face burning.  He knew I was
Stephen's.  I begun to feel proud of what he looked at.  They chatted and
laughed.  Suddenly found out that he was there to photograph me.  Stephen
wanted it done.  Some nude.  I would be naked before another man now!  The
boy saw me.  A little of me.  Louise saw me fully.  The man in the woods.
Now another man.  My chest tight.  The list growing.

   Everything set up in the curtained lounge.  Lights, reflectors, cameras.
Stomach fluttering.  Stephen gave me a glass of wine.  Sat on the sofa. 
Changed into silk top and underwear.  Suspenders and stockings and
stilettos.  G-string, thin bra.  The hardness of my nipples obvious.  I
checked the collar.  Stephen sat watching in the shadows.  Rob looked at me
closely.  All over my body.

   Standing.  Kneeling.  My top to go.  Different positions constantly. 
Nipples very obvious through my bra.  Felt naked already.  Stomach ached.
Rob grinned hungrily at me.  I was hot.  Sat again.  Held my breasts. 
Straps lowered.  Bra off.  Told to play with my breasts.  Knelt on the
floor.  Breathing shallow.  Breasts hung.  Displayed pale buttocks between
the dark suspender belt and stockings to the men, the camera.  Tight
material deep within my crease.  The photographs were rude, dirty.  Rob
would see them as he develops them.  Others might see them.  Skin burning.

   On my back on the sofa.  Legs thrust out.  Bulging mound.  Hands to go
inside my knickers.  Wetness.  Fingers touched myself.  Rob and Stephen
watched.  Eyes caressed.  Being so disgusting for them to see.  I was so
wet.  Dragging knickers down eagerly now.  Smell of sex.  Exhibited myself
openly.  No need for direction then.  Displayed my naked tits and cunt. 
Offered myself to the men, the camera.  Almost coming.  Stephen made me
take a break.  My breathing erratic.  Photographs of my face.  I drink some
more wine.  In Stephen's arms, secure.  Rob reloads.

   My top and knickers back on.  Stephen sat on a chair.  I stood.  I was
to be punished.  Draped myself over his knees.  Top pulled high.  My
knickers pulled half way down thighs.  I struggled to help.  Felt Stephen's
cock hard.  Opened my thighs within the tight knickers.  The humiliation
singing in my ears.  Rob watching.  My hands fastened behind me.  Hot. 
Stephen began to spank me.  I wanted it.  Pushed up to it.  Needing. 
Squirming under the smacks.  Being watched.  The heat rapidly built in my
bottom.  My cunt bloated between my thighs.  Smacks.  Being watched. 
Whimpered.  Smacks.  Tears on my cheeks.  Such a slut.  Heat in my cunt. 
Sobbed.  Grunted.  Tried to hold back.  I was allowed.  It burst in me.  My
cunt sprayed again as I came.  Someone was watching.  I exploded.

   On my knees.  Seem to have missed some time.  Stephen began to fuck me.
Realised he's naked.  Against my tender bottom.  Cock filled me, stretched
me, possessed, slid in and out of me.  Wanted to make it good.  I wanted it
to be as good for him.  Wondered if we're being photographed.  He lifted my
head up.  A purple head, veins.  It vibrated in the air inches from my
face. Another cock before my face.  Darker skin.  Smell its masculinity.  I
touched it, confused.  Hard and hot in my hand, alive.  I pulled on it.  It
came nearer.  It touched my face and I opened for it.  Abandoned.  Two
cocks inside me, using me, possessing me.  Spun out of control.

   I thrashed wildly.  I flew in a tornado.  Pinned between two cocks.  Two
cocks fucking me at once.  Two cocks.  I slid between orgasm and awareness,
back and forth.  Semen all over my face and body.  So tired.  Someone
removed my stockings, covers me.

   Later, Stephen woke me.  Evening.  We went out for dinner.  We walked to
a cosy Italian.  Wearing my casual long summer frock.  Allowed a thong. 
Stephen in cream trousers and shirt.  Not knowing whether to mention
earlier.  If he decided to abandon me he would have a reason.  Desperate to
be with him.  Not knowing what to say.  He seemed happy with me.  In a good
mood.  Amusing, flirty.

   "You should look good in the photos." Just slipped into the
conversation. Felt my eyes widen as I looked at him.  Scared.  "I'm proud
of your body." Breath escaped from me.  "You look angelically virginal yet
totally sluttish.  All at the same time." Scarlet.  He carried on eating.
My stomach incapable of taking in food.  "Rob enjoyed your mouth.  You
enjoyed having his cock too, didn't you?" "I...  I...." Eventually I nodded
to the table.  Hiding as much as I could behind my hair.  My mouth dry. 
"He'd have had more if I had let him." "Why didn't you!?  Don't you want me
for yourself!?" Anger flared in me.  "You'll be punished for that later."
"I'm sorry." Looking at the table realising what I'd done.  "Should I keep
the sight of your body to myself too?" He laughed.  "No, you enjoy that
don't you?  I wouldn't have you expose your body if it was ugly, would I?
No, I'm proud of it.  Don't I want you for myself?  Of course I do!  You
know, can tell.  I wouldn't offer you to others if I wasn't proud of you,
didn't feel your body wasn't an ideal gift for others to enjoy for a while.
I do not have to be the only one.  Do you wear my collar?" "Yes!" "Do you
submit to me?" "Yes!" "And you knew it even when you had another man's cock
in your mouth.  " "Yes." Desperately wanting him to believe me as I looked
into his eyes.  I looked at Stephen.  He knew.  He knew me before I did. 
"You will know it, whatever I allow someone else to see or do." "Yes."
Disconcerted.  Excited.  Ashamed.  Aroused.  He had shown me that he was in
charge of me.  Had me acknowledge that he could and would have me display
myself, that he could use and offer my body.  He was proud of me!  I knew
that I would carry out his requirements, as was his due.  I would make him
even more proud, and I would enjoy it too.

   I admitted to him about the person in the wood.

   In the woods, our special wood, he sat at the bench.  I spied our voyeur
as I took off my jacket, naked underneath.  Lay across Stephen's knees. 
Skirt pulled up, knickers down, and he spanked me.  Had known he would. 
Spanked while being watched.  Made to push high.  Made to part myself. 
Smacks sounding very loud in the small clearing.  My submission.  My sobs.
My cries.  The display.  The excitement.  The pain.  Both of them mixing
until I could barely stand that amazing sexual tension he gave me.  Told to
climax.  No caressing but it didn't stop my orgasm being loud in the
clearing too.

   Thighs and crutch wet with the juices that now seemed to spurt at every
orgasm.  So hot.  Half naked, had to walk toward the person hidden in the
trees.  The air pleasantly cool on my breasts, whilst my buttocks tingled.
I stopped.  "Would you like to come and join us.  Please.  We wont harm
you." The figure disappeared.  I called out again.  Eventually I walked
back towards Stephen.  Heard something.  Turned.  The figure standing in
the open.

   A female figure!  A girl!  I'd always presumed it would be a man.  At
least a boy.  Wanking as he watched.  A girl!  A ponytail of dark hair. 
Black cotton peasant pants, baggy shirt, black trainers.  A girl.  Young.
Pretty.

   "You were watching us." Stephen.  "Yes.  It is a public place.  You
weren't hidden." "We wont hurt you.  We don't mind." "Why did you beat your
girlfriend?" Curiosity.  "You normally shag her." "Why don't you ask her?"
She cocked her head at me.  Questioning.  "I asked him to." "What do you
mean?  Do you like being beaten?" Incredulous.  "Sometimes.  Sometimes I
deserve it." "Like now?  Why?" "Because I didn't tell him that you watched
us.  Don't you think it was appropriate to be punished in front of you?"
"But why should you tell him?  You didn't need to." "Yes I did.  I belong
to him." "What!  You belong to him?  You mean he tells you what to do?  I
can't imagine...  All the time?" Her eyes wide.  "Well at least sexually."
She stared at me for a long while then seemed to decide that it wasn't
worth asking me questions.  "Is that why you came here?  To beat her?  For
me to see?  Were you going to shag her as well?" "Yes.  To them all."
"Knowing I would be watching?" "Yes." Now she stared at Stephen for a long
while.  In contemplation.  She came nearer.  "Can I watch.  From here?" Her
voice betraying her..

   Stephen turned me to face her fully.  "Would you remove her skirt?" We
all stood still.  She considered whether she wished to take a more active
part.  For an age.  Stood behind me.  The perfume of soap.  Stepped out of
the ring of cloth at my feet.  She stared at my body.  My skin appearing
luminous in the half light.  She looked me all over.  "Will you lead her
over to the bench?" Stephen not bothering to watch.  "She should lay there.
I'll fuck her there for you to watch."

   Waiting.  Took my arm delicately.  With finger tips.  She led me.  This
girl.  Taller than me.  Faced her.  Looked into her eyes for a moment.  She
was excited, her eyes sparkling, yet strangely surprised.  Not by us,
perhaps by herself.

   After everything I needed to be taken by him.  Being outside, spanked,
naked, exhibiting myself.  Sat on the edge facing her.  Cool, rough wood
against my tender skin.  Lay back along its length.  Hips just over the
edge.  Deliberately spread my legs.  Let her eyes in.  Wanton, wanting, as
she looked.  I wanted to come!

   Stephen naked.  He moved her gently to the side of me.  He knelt at my
sacrificial flesh.  His cock opened me.  Standing she moved her head to be
able to fully see him possess me.  Would have seen his iron flesh enter my
lubricated opening.  Impaled on him.  Arching my body up to him.  She
knelt. Almost reverence in her eyes.  Stephen took her hand.  Rubbed it
over my tits.  It hovered there.  "I ...  " Then she began to tentatively
explore and test.  Took her other hand.  To our joining.  Watching and
feeling.  He began to fuck me.  Slowly at first.  Her hand on my mound. 
Electric storms filled me.  Took me off in them.  She was kissing me.  My
open mouth.  A girl was kissing me!  Her hand on my face as she kissed. 
Another squeezed my pulpy flesh around him as he pumped.  Able to scream
silently into her laughing mouth.  Neither allowing me to stop.

   Stephen offered me his beautiful maleness to suck on.  Offered it to me.
Not her.  I wondered if one day I could ever accept that.  Not tonight. 
Her eyes continued to enjoy me.  From a long way away I saw her fingers
touch the semen flowing from me.  From the clouds heard the conversation.
"She's beautiful." "Yes.  She is.  A gazelle." I didn't know whom they
spoke of.  "I'd like...  I'd like...  her to...  You know!  Make me... 
give me.  " Her face was alive with emotion.  "You know she has a master.
She told you." "Yes.  Yes." Dejected.  Then sudden hope.  "But maybe I
could help you.  A girl I knew once.  She had a horse.  She let me groom
him.  I could be useful.  Make sure she behaves.  " "But staff aren't
supposed to use the belongings of the household in which they work." He was
grinning.  "She let me ride her horse.  Let me ride because I groomed her.
It was my reward." "You put yourself in her power by desiring to ride."
"Yes.  But not totally.  I wasn't the horse." They laughed.  "You'd need to
think long and hard about what you'll do for your desires."

   *

   Louise phoned me on a Monday.  I had to meet her and Stephen at his
office.  Felt naked again in front of Louise.  Knowing how I looked the
last time she saw me.  He came.  Made to kneel!  She saw me kneel.  Kissed
the collar, allowed to stand.  She came over to me.  Touched my cheek
again. My hands heavy at my side.  Her lips touched mine.  A snakes tongue
momentarily slipped between my flesh.  Her hand on my breast.  Fingers
squeezing my nipple.  Hard.  Moaned into her mouth.  Released.  Stephen
stood watching, smiling.  Breathless, I felt taken.

   Stephen told me that I had to go with her.  Had made appointments.  Felt
overawed being with Louise.  She was so beautiful, so certain.  Caught a
cab.  Felt like a child with a parent.  She took my arm.  Into a
nondescript building.  Taken into a clinical room without any windows.  A
woman, a nurse or technician.  Louise discussed me with her as though I
wasn't present.  The nurse had me undress.  There, not behind a curtain.  I
realised I was looking for Louise to look after me.  Let me keep my blouse
on.  Both of them watched me as I did.  Shameful.  Sat me on a chair with
stirrups.  Like at the doctor.  I looked at Louise as my hands and legs
were strapped.  Tested the strapping.  Tight.  Relaxed.  It was the straps!
Louise noticed, her eyes took in everything.  They fell to my cunt.  She
watched as each leg was pulled out wide open and raised.  She looked at my
open cunt!  I couldn't do anything.  Seeping.  The nurse came over and
wiped me with a tissue.  God I wanted to die.

   She had a small machine in her hand.  She was searching for hair roots.
First the few around my bottom, then my cunt lips.  Electrocuting them one
at a time.  It hurt.  It concentrated my attention.  There would be nothing
to distract from my orifices.  Stephen's.  They were his.  Given more
appointments for the electrolysis.  The hair would never grow again.  My
lips always showing.  They were red and sore.  On the street Louise
repeated the kiss and touch of breast as she left me.  People stared. 
Found myself frightened by yet wanting that parting kiss and touch.

   Louise took me each time.  The hair would gradually reduce to nothing
from the sides and bottom.  Then I would be really bare.  Always would be.
Cunt lips always being shown.  My mound totally naked.  Louise lightly ran
the back of her fingers over the cleaned area.  Her face impassive, eyes
twinkling.  It felt and looked so different.  She didn't finger me.  I knew
I would have had to let her.

   *

   Standing in the kitchen, my limbs free but wearing a blindfold.  I had
learnt how I loved the blindfold.  Felt so vulnerable.

   He had told me that he would bugger me again.  Fuck me up the arse
again. Scary and exciting.  Now I had to prepare him and myself.  I rubbed
olive oil up and down his beautiful cock.  Couldn't believe I had already
taken this up my rear once.  It was so hard, so beautiful in my blind
hands.

   I bent over the table, pushing up for him.  His fingertip invaded me,
oiling my tight hole, playing with me, over and over.  Shame and arousal.
His finger made me so excited, playing in my puckered hole.  Wanting to
give to him.  Wanting him to take his pleasure in my body.  Not able to
stop myself knowing I want the indecent pleasure of him there too.  I
wanted his cock up my arse!

   Fingers opened me, round and round, wider and wider, relaxing.  Then he
was there.  His length opened my ring, I remembered, I pushed back, opening
myself for him.  It stretched me harshly, filled me so fully again.  It
left me breathless.  He pushed slowly deep into me.  Pushing back onto him.
Onto his thrusts.  Eager, so eager now.  Enjoying yielding so fully,
enjoying him possessing me in every way.  The strangeness of it, yet it
felt so good.  My cunt bloated; open, pulsing emptily under me.  Knowing I
couldn't give him more of myself.  I desperately wanted him to come as he
fucked me up the arse!  He violated me.  Was his to violate.  My body
throbbed.  I babbled disgusting words and sprayed as he let me climax.

   On the table, the pile.  The photographs were erotic.  Large, black and
white, glossy.  They were good.  Better than any magazine.  I would have
considered them art photography if it was not for the extreme content. 
Initially I saw the top one only.  Not daring to turn them over, yet
knowing I would look, needed to look at what I had become.  The top one
showing a totally sensual woman in underwear and slave collar.  Looking
hungry.  Any man would immediately know what I needed.  To be used and
punished.  The eyes, the radiant eyes, parted lips, prominent nipples.  Not
believing it was me looking like this.  The total inability to hide my
arousal.

   He sat and watched me as I looked at each one in turn.  My body leaking
and tender after its use.  He knew my arousal.  Saw it mounting again.  I
was unquenchable.  The photographs became more than erotic.  Fingers in
close-up as they plunge between wet folds of flesh.  Draped over knees, the
spray of liquids caught in the light.  The plundering of cunt by cock.  The
woman entered by cock from each end.  I felt faint seeing myself.  In clear
focus.  Clearer than I had known.  I wished that I had had my mound bared
first.

   He was going to have them on display in the house.  Not only in the
bedroom.  Visitors to the house would see.  They would have evidence of my
uncontrollable lust.  He came over to me.  Kissed me.  I belonged to him.
Rubbed the plumpness of my mound.  Semen seeped from my rear still.  He
allowed me to rub myself up and down his thigh, like a dog.  Bestial,
filthy, immoral.  I made his leg wet.  I came for him as I begged him to
bugger me again and again.

   *

   Friday.  The day of Emma and David's party.  It was strange, staying
here and yet socialising.  They have never been mixed together before.  I
didn't know how things would work out.  Stephen would decide.  Yes.

   I am ready but not dressed.  Stephen sits me on the bed.  He is dressed.
He looked gorgeous.  Evening wear.  "You are to be a waitress for half an
hour at the party as a favour to Emma." "Yes.  I've never been a waitress
before, though." "That will be alright.  At least half of the female guests
will be waitressing for at some time at the party.  It is one of the
characteristics of these parties.  They can be a little unusual." I look at
him.  Realise that I am missing something.  "You need to know something
else.  At Emma's parties the waitresses wear only underwear." "What!  Why
didn't you tell me?  " Daring to suggest annoyance.  My vagina twinges.  Of
course.  He sees the understanding dawn on my face and smiles.  "You
bastard!  Master!" "Yes." Smug.

   I panic as he unfastens my collar.  "Don't worry.  Even if I put a piece
of string around your neck it will be your collar.  Anything.  " He reaches
into a pocket.  Fastens a velvet choker around my neck.  It has a jet
circle with a thin gold surround.  In the mirror I notice two crossed keys
inlaid in the jet.  Two earrings have the same pattern.  "There are other
women wear ones like this, but only a few.  And they are special.  Given to
them by men like me to women like you.  Women who have submitted themselves
to the will of a master."

   I have to wear the underwear under my dress on the way to the party.  My
wonderful dress.  Serving drinks as soon as I arrive.  The underwear to
come off again after.  Then just the dress.  The strangeness of my bald
mound constantly drawing my attention to it.

   Emma takes me upstairs on my arrival.  Into her bedroom.  Takes my
dress, hangs it in a wardrobe.  Naked.  I am shaking.  Quickly put on the
underwear under Emma's gaze.  People will look at me like this!  Stilettos,
black hold ups, black bra and G-string!  And the choker.  She ties a red
ribbon around my neck along with my choker.  I am blushing furiously.  I
have to do this.  For Stephen.  "It's to let people know this is your first
time, that you are in training.  They will touch but not too much.  Only a
little." What clothes!  They are transparent!  If they touch me there it
will be almost as if they touched my skin!  My buttocks are already
uncovered.

   I sobbed.  With trepidation.  She took my chin and very firmly told me I
could do it and that I would.  Then smiles.  "You're gorgeous.  Everyone
will love looking at you.  You make even me jealous.  Stephen wants to see
people looking at you.  He wants to feel proud of their enjoyment." I'm
guilty that I am damp with the idea.

   A knock.  Emma let another woman into the room.  She quickly undressed
to red basque, thong and stockings.  Her breasts, larger than mine, are
pushed up high.  Cleavage deep, dark nipples just on show.  Emma and the
woman laugh easily.  A hand slid over the exposed buttock.  They turned to
me.  Introduced me to Caroline.  Emma kissed me lightly.  Left.  Caroline
tried to explain the ropes to me.  Tried to relax me.  She's nice.  Gave me
a gulp of vodka from her bag as I dried myself on the lavatory.  As I left
I saw an undressed innocent reflected in the mirror.  Oh God, I hoped he
would be proud of me.  I stopped a tear ruining my make-up.

   We both go downstairs together.  Eyes attach themselves to us.  Sliding
over us.  Filling me with fear, exciting me.  In the kitchen a girl,
dressed as we, filling trays of wine.  She sees my ribbon, winks.  Both
drink a glass quickly.  Caroline takes a tray and is gone.  The glasses
shake as I pick them up.  My skin is hot.

   I carry the glasses, people take them or return them.  I see Caroline
occasionally.  They all look at me.  Look at my body.  Total embarrassment.
Gradually became more accustomed, never used to it.  I give Stephen a glass
as he talks.  He looks proud.  Kisses me.  Maybe my acute embarrassment had
protected me initially.

   As it began to feel a little easier people touched me.  The first few
times I nearly drop the glasses.  So embarrassing standing with glasses in
my hands as strangers openly touch my body.  Furtive hands on my bottom as
I pass.  Caressed on my naked buttocks or thigh.  I found it humiliating.
It made me hot.  My hands having to hold the tray, glasses, not able to
remove them.  Gradually the hands became more brazen.  Touched my breasts
and belly as they look at me.  Commented on the hardness of my nipples.  My
lack of pubic hair.  The plumpness of my mound.  I learnt to keep my eyes
lowered.  While I served them.  Telling me about my body as they look and
touch me.  The words worse than the hands.  Knew my crutch to be wet.  Had
to concentrate.  Where is Stephen?

   With an empty tray I looked for empty glasses.  A woman pulled me over.
Trapped inside a circle of bodies.  Strangers.  I had no private places. 
They touched me.  A man behind me.  Hands on my buttocks.  Stood passive
for them.  For Stephen.  Face pulled to kiss.  Other hands on my breasts.
Nipples pinched.  Both men and women voices near to me.  Another mouth to
kiss.  Lipstick.  No time to react to how I felt about this.  Then another
man.  Lots of hands on me.  My wet thighs.  My mound.  Clit rubbed through
the material.  Hands.  I climax and they laugh at their success.  Allowed
to flee.

   As I escaped I ran into another girl.  Familiar.  Short red dress.  Very
long legs.  A thigh pressing between mine.  Strange.  Her body pressing
against me.  Lips confident on mine.  "Hello again." Into my mouth.  Her
eyes crept upwards, over my breasts.  Short tousled hair.  The girl from
the woods!  My breathing stopped.  The memory was so strong.  Of being
fucked with her there.  The girl watched my shock with amused eyes.

   Emma suddenly appears.  Freed me from my memories.  Thanked me.  Gave me
a big hug.  Still stunned.  She told me I could stop.  That I'd done almost
an hour.  The girl had disappeared.  Did I imagine her?  Suddenly, Emma's
husband, Robert, with a tray.  He is only wearing what looks like a leather
jock strap and a collar and bow tie!  He had a tattoo on his bottom.  I ran
upstairs.

   Inside the room.  I sat on the bed.  Peaceful room.  Body pumping madly.
Quickly showered my body, washed my lips.  Discarded the underwear. 
Slipped on the beautiful dress over my nakedness.  Slowly everything
calmed. The dress devine.  Hid my agitation.  Breasts felt large, my sex
too, under the dress.  The material slid over my curves, my pert fullness.
I needed Stephen's arms.

   Eventually I found him.  Talking to the girl in red!  He kissed me
fully. I was his.  Nothing else mattered, existed.  Arm around me.  He
calmed me.  The girl gave me her wine, grinning.

   Stephen invited the girl.  Pia.  Living with old aunts during the
summer. Parents abroad.  Pretty.  Only twenty.  Does Stephen want her?  As
if understanding he kissed me again.  Asked me if he could touch me as
everyone else had.  Blushed.  Mouth opened as he blatantly took my breasts
in his hand, felt me up.  Was the silk still there?  In front of Pia. 
Pushing up to him.  Display.  Ownership.

   We drank and talked.  Two men came to talk to Stephen.  Pia asked me to
dance.  Does Stephen agree?  Stephen nodded to my questioning look.  Just
smiled at me.  Even in my stilettos she was taller than me.  Danced slowly,
together, in a dark room.  She felt lithe.  She felt confident.  Hands
caressed the grey silk, my body underneath not hidden to any touch.  A
thigh pushed against me.  Long leg against my mound.  My head rested
against hers.  My breasts pressing to hers.  She smelt young.  Closed my
eyes.  Peaceful.

   Took a glass from a woman undressed as I had been.  Except her bra was
opened at the front.  Blush of arousal on her skin.  Voluptuous breasts.  I
noticed she as wearing a choker!  "Touch her breasts." Pia told me in my
ear.  The woman's eyes were lowered.  Not sure that I'd heard her
correctly. Looked at her.  Pia gently held my hand.  It was placed on the
warm flesh.  The woman closed her eyes.  I had never felt anyone else's
breasts.  I didn't know what to do.  "How would you like to be caressed if
it were your breast?" It seemed obvious.  I massaged them.  Gradually
firmer.  Her nipples hard.  I squeezed one.  Firmer.  Firmer still.  The
woman sighed.  "Stop." Pia gave me a glass.  The woman moved on.  "I'll
remember."

   Danced again.  I remembered being with her before.  With Stephen.  She
had seen me spanked, seen me fucked.  Stephen had allowed her my outsides
as he had taken my insides.  He possessed my soul, allowing others the
image.  I remembered her mouth on mine as had felt him hard and hot inside.
"I feel faint." "Take a drink.  We'll sit down." "No.  I can't." "Why?" "My
dress.  I'm not...  I'm not wearing anything under.  I'll stain it." "Are
you so wet?" She laughed slyly.  "Yes." I ran away from her.  Find a
lavatory.  I pulled off the dress needing to wash my sex.  I looked at
myself in the mirror.  Blushes of desire laced my neck and breasts.

   Returning through very dark rooms.  Sensing Pia behind me.  A man made
me dance.  Danced close.  Holding me with one hand, touching me with his
other.  Hands ran over the thin skin of my dress.  Couldn't stop him. 
Didn't try to escape.  Had to accept his hands exploring wherever they
wished.  Wanted it.  I was disgusting!  Both hands moved to my buttocks. 
An erection pressed to my belly.  Rubbed himself against me.  My face
pressed against him hiding my arousal.  I wondered if he would force me to
do more.  Would Stephen be angry.  He didn't make me do anything else. 
Eventually he left me.  I didn't know who it was.  Couldn't see any wet
stains at my crotch in the dark.

   Grabbed a drink.  Another mans arms.  Stephen.  He kissed me.  Rubbed
myself wickedly against him.  Really horny.  Really wanted him.  Told him.
Teased about being so excited.  Told him about the man, about the woman's
breasts, told him that I'd climaxed earlier.  Told him that I needed taking
in hand.  Thought about asking him to take me somewhere.  To punish me,
love me.  Now.  My body needed his control.  Mine evaporating.  He told me
to accept others touching me, they knew I was not to be fucked.  I thought
about what he said.  Thought about hands on me.  We danced slowly awhile. I
pressed myself against him.  His mouth held mine for long little meals.

   Another man approached him.  Talked softly to him.  Stephen gave me to
another.  Eventually found myself dancing in Pia's arms.  The dress felt as
if it didn't exist against her.  Her hands explored me like the men's had,
though a little more gently, a little more tentatively.  So tired dancing,
so tired being on the edge.  We sat and I fell asleep.

   Waking behind closed eyes.  Wondering where I was for a moment.  My head
on a woman's thighs.  Her hand on my breast.  Pia's warm perfume, the
woman's smell of her.  The feel of her tights.

   We danced again.  Stephen came by and kissed me in the near darkness and
was gone.  I had a safe place.  Pia's arms enveloped me.  Breasts against
her.  Her hands on my buttocks.  Thigh rubbing my mound.  A woman danced
with a man nearby.  Her breasts were bared.  He held one in his hand.

   "I've never been to a party like this before.  It's what I would have
called an orgy." "You seem to have survived." "It's because you've been
with me isn't it?" Sudden comprehension.  "When I haven't been with
Stephen. He has had you look after me, hasn't he?" "Stephen asked me if I
wanted to come.  He'd let me be with you.  He mentioned something about you
not being fully ready.  Not yet.  You needed to see first.  He wanted me to
keep an eye on you, but to be honest he has been very conscious of where
you are and what you are doing." I looked around.  Finally I saw him.  He
was watching.  I loved him so much.  "You've not been before?" "No.  I've
been surprised too at times.  If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have realised
what goes on." A half giggle, wide eyes for a moment.

   She bent down and unfastened her shoes.  Threw them behind me into
corner.  My legs ached and the chance to do the same beckoned but she was
almost my height in my heels now so kept them on.  I put my arms around
her. "I'm here now.  I'll do the looking after for a while." "Can you
remember me kissing you the last time we met?" "Yes...." I could still see
the man holding the woman's breast.  Pia moved against me.  Unconsciously,
my fingers played with her strap.  She moved a little and it suddenly slid
off her shoulder as I teased it.  I was shocked.  Her nipple didn't show,
though the top and side of her breast was displayed.  I couldn't take my
eyes off it.  She shyly took out her arm from the strap.  A beautiful
breast on show.  Her nipple was hard.  I thought if it was so hard on me it
would hurt.  Centimetres from me.  Suddenly realised where we were and
turned her into the greater darkness and away from anybody else.  She
laughed softly and kissed my cheek.  "Touch me." More than a request.  Or
was it simply my imagination.  It seemed a lifetime before I allowed my
hand to move to the breast.  It was wrong, but it felt so nice.  I knew it
was wrong but I was so grateful.  So hot.  It was firmer than the breast of
the woman with the tray, though as large, her nipples hard, the aureole
large and prominent.  Her mound pushed against me as I lost myself on her
flesh.

   I could feel her responses increase.  She had told me to do it!  It was
wrong.  It was strange.  I realised that she had began to take control! 
The feelings of both touching another woman and of being in her control
were strange, disturbing yet exciting.  The being naughty was exciting too.

   Her mouth came to mine.  Her excitement more obvious as our mouths met,
opened.  Slyly her tongue slipped into hers as Stephen's usually did.  I
touched her covered breast, she moved her arm so that I could slip that
strap off too.  Her dress fell around her waist.  It was as if it were me
that was being displayed.  Both hands on her breasts now.  She was pushing
onto me.  I caressed and squeezed the flesh of her breasts in my hands as
she ground her mound against me .  We kissed.  On and on.  She pushed my
face down.  Making me realise I was to kiss her nipples.  She was making
small noises in her throat.  Suddenly she began making soft sounds. 
Tremors ran throw her body.  I could feel her muscles tensing.  Her mound
pressed but otherwise she kept rigidly still.

   At the house.  At his feet.  Penitent.  "Punish me for the things I did.
Please.  Please.  I need it." "What did you do that was so bad?" His head
cocked.  A smile at the corners of his mouth.  "All sorts of things.  I
came in front of strangers.  Without your permission.  " "When?" "Some
people cornered me when I was waitressing.  Everything became too much."
"OK.  You deserve it.  But not unexpected." He cocked his head.  "There is
something else isn't there?" "Yes.  I played with a woman's breasts.... 
Pia...  and...  and a man rubbed himself against me...  felt Pia ... 
she... I think she came.  I was such a slut...  I need to be taken in
hand...  really firmly...  You need to make sure I know my place."

   It all came out in a rush.  He seemed a little surprised, a little
amused.  I was made to stand facing the wall for a while.  He put my
blindfold on me.  I could hear him make coffee.  Sit down.  I waited. 
Thinking of what I was.  Hoping he wouldn't be too ashamed of me.

   Eventually called before him.  Turned.  Went toward his voice.  "Yes. 
I'll punish you." "Thank you Master." Tears welled in my eyes.  "And you
still want to submit to me fully?" "Yes.  Please Master." "You touched
Pia?" "Yes Master.  I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry." "How?" "Her breasts. 
Touched them, kissed them." "You've never been with a woman before have
you?" "No Master.  I would have told you.  I feel so ashamed." "I want you
to learn.  How to be with a woman." My face must have displayed my shock.
"Yes.  And you will do as I tell you wont you?" "Yes, Master." I was
shaking.  Tears welled.  I was his.  He was going to expect me to be learn
to be with a woman!  To have sex with a woman!  Even though I was his!  "If
I am your Master I can do with you as I wish can I not?  If I wish you to
be fully trained I will.  You want me to be your master?" "Yes .  Please
Master." Tears ran down my cheeks.  "Are you sure that you don't want to
back out.  This will be your last chance.  You do know don't you?  Are you
ready to be mine without silly preconditions?" I looked at him then.  I saw
myself in his eyes.  The world seemed to stop whilst my thoughts took on a
magical clarity.  I knew what I wanted.  "Yes Master.  I want to be your
slave Master." "Yes."

   I asked for punishment.  He spanked me for a long time.  Until I was
sobbing.  My breath hard to come by.  Until I couldn't think.  Until all I
was aware of was him, his hand, the pain and the pleasure.  I cried.  I
felt purged.  Ordered to orgasm for him.  My body his, it simply happened.

   Then he continued.  At some point the pleasure turned back to pain.  I
tried to escape, but suddenly realised that Stephen was aware of what I was
feeling.  This was amazing.  He was aware of what he was doing, I was
aware. It was almost telepathic.  I stopped fighting it then and let the
pain wash over me.  His dominance was shown as reality to me then.  He was
doing it to show me, to please himself and I wanted that.  I had given up
my power to him then.  I trusted him completely then.  I knew I always
would.  I knew he would never go too far.  I accepted.  My body relaxed. 
It seemed that as he realised my acceptance of him he stopped.  The lesson
learnt.

   After, he held me tight.  Wiped my tears away.  He put me astride him.
His hardness pushing against me.  Against my open sex.  My buttocks
tingling, bruised.  Worked my lips and vagina over him before he took
possession of me.  I knew that all I wanted was to be his.  To be owned by
him.  To give him pleasure.  Wanted my body to give him pleasure.  Wanted
him.  I knew within every cell of me that I loved him as he used his flesh
embedded in mine to control me.

   In the morning he was busy on the telephone for a while, then, towards
lunchtime we went out in the car.  We went to an office block that I'd not
been to before, in the legal area, "Maurice, Appleby and Brown,
solicitors". My nipples hardened beneath my dress in the cool air.  Inside,
it being the weekend it was virtually deserted than outside.  It had an old
fashioned feel to it.

   Stephen took me through a dark wood door.  Inside was an oldish man in a
dark blue suit who I had never seen before and Louise, both sitting.  I
blushed as I always did in front of Louise.  The old man rose and shook
hands with Stephen and then, surprisingly with me as I hadn't expected to
be acknowledged.  He introduced himself As James Appleby.  I felt awkward.
We all sat around a desk.  It felt as though a will was to be read.

   Stephen turned to me.  "It's time to end your probation.  You have to
make a choice." He gave me a document.  "Read it.  Then you decide."

   I opened the papers and read the heading.  My throat dried.

   The Contract

   This contract is provided as a secure and binding agreement that defines
in specific terms the relationship and interaction between two individuals,
hereafter termed the Master and the slave.  This agreement is as binding as
the honour of the signing parties.  This agreement must be entered
voluntarily, but cannot be broken except under the conditions stated
herein, after which certain precautions shall be taken to protect those
involved.  (See section 7.0.0) 1.0.0 Slave's Role The slave agrees to
submit completely to the Master in all ways.  There are no boundaries of
place, time, or situation in which the slave may wilfully refuse to obey
the directive of the Master without risking punishment, except in
situations where the slave's veto (see section 1.0.1) applies.  The slave
also agrees that, once entered into the Slavery Contract, her body belongs
to her Master, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined
herein. All of the slave's possessions likewise belong to the Master,
including all assets, finances, and material goods, to do with as he sees
fit, (unless section 2.0.1 is in force).  The slave agrees to please the
Master to the best of her ability, in that she now exists solely for the
pleasure of said Master.  1.0.1 Slave's Veto The slave, where appropriate,
holds veto power over any command given by the Master, at which time she
may rightfully refuse to obey that command.  This power may only be invoked
under the following circumstances, or where agreed by both Master and
slave: a) Where said command conflicts with any existing laws and may lead
to fines, arrest, or prosecution of the slave.  b) Where said command may
cause extreme damage to slave's life, (such as losing her job, causing
family stress, etc.) c) Where said command may cause permanent bodily harm
(see 4.0.0) to the slave.  2.0.0 Master's Role The Master accepts the
responsibility of the slave's body and worldly possessions, to do with as
he sees fit, under the provisions determined in this contract.  The Master
agrees to care for the slave, to arrange for the safety and well being of
the slave, as long as he shall own the slave.  The Master also accepts the
commitment to treat the slave properly, to train the slave, punish the
slave, love the slave, and use the slave as he sees fit.  2.0.1 Slave's
Property in Trust A slave may not own property, as she is, herself,
property.  By signing here:______________________ the master agrees to hold
the property that the slave owned before entering into this contract in
trust, to be used only directly in the care and upkeep of the slave, or
returned to the slave upon termination of this contract.  3.0.0 Punishment
The slave agrees to accept any punishment the Master decides to inflict,
whether earned or not.  3.0.1 Rules of Punishment Punishment of the slave
is subject to certain rules designed to protect the slave from intentional
abuse or permanent bodily harm (see 4.0.0).  Punishment must not inflict
permanent bodily harm, or the following forms of abuse: a) Blood may not be
drawn at any time.  Punishment must stop immediately if blood is drawn b)
Burning of the body c) Drastic loss of circulation d) Causing internal
bleeding e) Loss of consciousness f) Withholding of any necessary
materials, such as food, water, or sunlight for extended periods of time.
4.0.0 Permanent Bodily Harm Since the body of the slave now belongs to the
Master, it is the Master's responsibility to protect against that body from
permanent bodily harm.  Should the slave ever come to permanent bodily harm
during the course of punishment, or in any other slavery related activity,
whether by intention or accident, it will be grounds for immediate
termination of this contract, should the slave so desire up to one month
after the permanent harm being inflicted.  Permanent bodily harm shall be
determined as: a) Death b) Any damage that involves loss of mobility or
function, including broken bones.  c) Any permanent marks on the skin,
including scars or burns, other than an initial tattoo to identify the
slave and initial owner.  d) Any piercing of the flesh that leaves a
permanent hole, (unless accepted by the slave).  e) Any diseases that could
result in any of the above results, including sexually transmitted
diseases. 5.0.0 Others The slave may not seek any other Master or lover or
relate to others in a sexual way without the Master's permission.  It will
be considered a breach of contract, and will result in extreme punishment
for the slave to do so.  The Master may accept other slaves or lovers.  The
Master may freely loan, or give the slave to another Master, provided the
rules of this contract are upheld.  In such a situation, the Master will
inform the new Master of the provisions stated herein, and the Master will
consider any breach by the new Master a breach as well, subject to all
rules stated in this contract.  7.0.0 Alteration of Contract This contract
may not be altered, except when both Master and slave agree.  If the
contract is altered, every and any alteration must be clearly signed and
dated.  8.0.0 Termination of Contract This contract may be terminated at
any time by the Master, but never by the slave, except under special
conditions explained within this contract.  Upon termination all materials
and belongings shall belong to the Master, to be shared or kept as he sees
fit.  The slave, owning nothing and having agreed to give up all worldly
possessions and body to the Master, shall once again own her body, but
nothing else, unless the Master decides to give back her possessions.  (See
also Section 2.0.1 for an exception to this clause) 9.0.0 Slave's Signature
I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety.  I agree
and accept the claim of ownership over my physical body.  I understand that
I will be marked, commanded, trained and punished as a slave, and I promise
to be true and to fulfil the pleasures and desires of my Master to the best
of my abilities.  I understand that I cannot withdraw from this contract
except as stated in this contract.  Signature: ____________ Date: _________
10.0.0 Master's Signature I have read and fully understand this contract in
its entirety.  I agree to accept this slave as my property, body and
possessions, and to care for her to the best of my ability.  I shall
provide for her security and well-being and command her, train her, and
punish her as a slave.  I understand the responsibility implicit in this
arrangement, and agree that no harm shall come to the slave as long as she
is mine.  I further understand that I can withdraw from this contract at
any time.  Signature: ____________ Date: _________

   11.0.0 Addendums to Contract The term of this contract is for a period
of one year from the date of signing

   12.0.0 Signature of witnesses
Signature: ____________ Date: _________
Signature: ____________ Date: _________

   .

   Notes appertaining to this contract 1.  a) The slave may act as though
free when people who are not involved in slavery are present, accepting
sections 1.0.0 and 6.0.0 are fully complied with.  b) The slave must never
provoke confrontations in unknown environments or endanger herself
unnecessarily.  2.  a) The slave's thoughts and feelings belong to the
Master no less than the body of the slave.  If the slave is tied in such a
way as to cause physical pain the Master might not anticipate, the slave
should say so.  If the slave does not understand why something is being
done to her, the slave should say so.  If the slave is feeling uncertain
about an aspect of her slavery, the slave should say so.  A respectful
question or observation will never bring punishment unless ordered to
remain silent.  A slave may offer an opinion when asked may speak and ask
questions unless bidden to be silent, and may respectfully correct me when
I am mistaken.  b) The slave is required to keep a journal in electronic
and/or physical form.  Not less than 400 words per week must be entered and
given to the Master for review.  3.  The Master guarantees the sum of £1
million pounds to be paid on the death of the slave to whomever the slave
names as beneficiary.  The Master also guarantees to cover all hospital,
medication, nursing fees if needed for whatever reason.

   I felt my breasts tremble as I read.  Eventually I looked up.  My mouth
was so dry.  Everyone else had a copy as well.  After I had read it Mr. 
Appleby went through each paragraph aloud.  I could feel Louise attention
on me.  At times he explained things if he felt it necessary.  I was
floating above the room, yet my mind took in every word, every phrase and
every responsibility.

   Eventually he finished reading.  I could hear traffic outside and a bird
singing.  Inside there was a silence except for the thumping in my chest.

   "You have to decide." "I already have, Master." He gave me his pen and I
signed and dated all the documents.  So did my Master, so did the
witnesses.

   Mr.  Appleby turned to the computer and opened the Internet, passing
over the keyboard to my Master.  He filled in details about me and about
himself as owner on a screen.

   We were all given a signed copy of the documents.  Both his and Louise's
were placed in the safe, my Master took his and mine and placed them in an
envelope.

   With that completed the formal smiles disappeared.  Mr.  Appleby took us
all through to an inner office and offered drinks, though not to me.  My
Master told me to strip.  Louise declined the drink and, watching me
undress, apologised, as she had to return to her previous engagement.  She
hugged and kissed my Master goodbye.  I stood naked between the two men as
they sat and sipped whiskeys.  I held my arms behind me, my legs slightly
apart.

   "You need to be tattooed for the register.  It is a bar code, you'll
have a number and the records will show the date and that you now
officially belong to me.  I also want to have you tattooed with the cross
keys.  Remember those?" I nodded.  "The initials of your owner underneath.
My initials." "Thank you Master." I was so grateful.  So proud.  He was
really making me his.  I didn't deserve him.

   "Others will know what the ring and the tattoos mean.  That you are
owned.  There aren't many.  You may never meet even one without it being
arranged.  You have to accept their demands as if they were mine.  Whoever.
Whenever.  They will be Masters or Mistresses.  Whatever.  If you do not
totally satisfy it will shame me.  You would have to accept severe
punishment at best.  At worst I would have to rid myself of you." I knew I
wouldn't let him down.

   Mr.  Appleby seemed quite taken with me, telling me to adopt a variety
of poses which displayed all my assets for him.  "She's certainly got a
pleasing body, Stephen, and you were obviously correct about her character.
I can see why you thought it worth the trouble to open her up to the
possibilities.  She'll need further training of course but you do appear to
have found yourself an asset." "Would you care for her to pleasure you?" My
heart leapt into my mouth as I stood with my eyes down.  "Ah.  That's very
kind of you, but no.  Another time I will take you up on that offer but I
have to go to see Millie in a little while." They both laughed for some
reason.  I breathed out softly.

   The next day a man came round to the house.  He brought a suitcase.  He
looked a dissolute character.  Stephen told me what to do.  I did as I was
told.  I was naked in front of the man.  I tried not to cover myself.  I
hadn't been allowed clothes since getting up.  The man looked at me, my
body.  He never bothered to look at my face that was scarlet with
embarrassment.  He had come to tattoo me.  Stephen's mark on me.  I
fastened my leather wrist and ankle bands on myself as the man watched.  He
watched my breasts sway, he looked between my thighs.  Towels covered the
bed.  Told to lay on it spread out, face down.  Stephen fastened me to the
corners.  Restrained.  Vulnerable.  Even the vile man could fuck me now. 
Wet.  If Stephen wanted him to.

   The man put his hand on my leg.  I tried not to squirm.  His hand moved
about.  He took out his pen-like instrument.  I felt him pull apart my
buttocks.  I heard the hum of his tool as he tattooed me on the side of my
cheek.  The bar code, the crossed keys and my Masters initials.  They would
be seen when I wore a thong or was naked.  It hurt, though not as much as
the electrolysis.  It wasn't painless like they said it would be.  The
man's hands on me, the pain.  I was unfastened.  I thought it was over, but
then fastened again on my back.  He pawed me.  Pulled up my breast.  It was
frightening, humiliating.  My climbing arousal embarrassing.  Tattooed my
neck as he held my head to one side.  I had to turn as he did another under
my left ear.  Above my collar.  This would be able to be seen even when I
was dressed.  I wondered if my hair would hide it.  Stephen had debated as
to whether to have me marked on my labia or on my thigh.  He had decided on
my thigh at the top.  I was really thankful.  It would be easily seen from
the front when I was naked, seen by the side of any knickers.  The man
laughed and made a comment about my arousal.  He took one of my lips in his
hand.  I whimpered uncontrollably.  It hurt.  He tattooed my thigh.  It
really hurt.  Yet I knew there was something else with it.  He stopped and
wiped me, laughing again.  Continued.  When he had finished I was sobbing.
Yet I wasn't sure if I was pleased when it was over.  My body shook. 
Shock. Felt proud.  I wanted to look at them.  The man had asked if I was
to be ringed.  Didn't know what he meant.  Stephen said no, not yet.  It
made me tremble even more.  Thankfully the man left.

   The marks were very simple yet beautiful.  The bar code looked like a
piece of modern art on me, but I knew it meant I was simply merchandise.  A
circle, a couple of centimetres across, with two crossed keys inside.  SW
underneath.  He said that he hadn't wanted the image of my breasts spoilt
so he had decided not to mark my breasts, nor my hairless mound.

   Stephen, my Master, examined them as I was spread out for him.  He
seemed pleased.  He fondled me and then sent me to bathe.  I continually
looked at them in the mirror.  Proud.  Even wearing knickers I couldn't
hide them.

   Stephen sat me on the bed and gave me a ring!  It was a smaller version
of the broach on the choker.  Jet with inlaid golden keys.  He had placed
it on my ring finger.  It felt like an wedding ring.  I was never to be
without it.  For some reason I knew that this was not a normal part of the
ritual.  It was in his eyes.  I cried.  I was his.  I was so thrilled. 
Threw my arms around him excitedly.  I kissed him forever.  Rubbed my
excited body all over him.  He wanted me!  He wanted me to be his.  It was
all I could have asked for.  I trembled with excitement as I looked at his
ring.



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