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The following is a repost by request of someone special.  


This story contains explicit sex.  Don't read if you are under 21.  Or if you
don't like this type of thing!  If you DO like it, why not email the author
(ME!) and tell me.  Feedback is fun.  :)



The Dinner Date


	She walked up to the front door to ring the doorbell but was surprised to see
a note taped to the door.  “Come on in, I’m in the shower”, it read.  So she
pushed the door open with a trace of impatience.  She had rushed home from work
to shower and change so they could go out to dinner.  She wasn’t quite sure
what the evening would hold, so she took the precaution of shaving her legs
silky smooth...just in case.  She had put her long hair up, which had saved
time, plus, he liked it that way...the better to nibble on her neck, she had
giggled to herself.  And she tossed on a sleeveless casual dress that came to
right above her knees and matching sandals.  All that rushing, and he wasn’t
even showered yet, she thought
.
	She put her purse down by the door and went over to the sofa, where she sat
down and idly began flipping through the TV channels.  News, sitcom reruns,
cartoons...nothing appealed, which worsened her mood.

	After about 10 minutes, she heard the bathroom door open and she called out to
him, “Hi, I’m here.  You know, I thought it was the woman who was supposed to
be late all of the time.”  She was a little startled to hear the note of
annoyance in her voice; she hadn’t meant for that to slip out.

	There was no reply, but she could hear him walking around, closet doors
opening and closing, drawers being pulled out and pushed back in.  Finally
there was a silence.  “Thank God, he’s finally ready,” she thought, as she
prepared the fake smile to mask her irritation.  

	“Could you come in here a second?” he called, “I need your help with
something.”

	She sighed and walked down the hallway into the bedroom.  She walked through
the doorway and squealed when hands grabbed her from behind.  “So, my little
slut is impatient tonight, hmm?” he asked in her ear.  “I know you can’t be
upset with me, can you, my pet?”  His calm tone echoed in her ear as he pulled
her back against him.

	“N, n, no, of course not,” she stuttered, not frightened, but definitely
caught off guard.

	“No, of course not, what?” he queried.

	“No, of course not, sir,” she replied with the slightest hint of amusement and
sarcasm in her voice.  She 
knew the game now and she was more than happy to play along.

	One of his hands wrapped itself around her neck while the other cupped her
breast firmly.  She gasped as he pinched her nipple sharply.  “That is for your
little comment about being late;” he told her, his breath wafting across her
ear, sending shudders down her spine.  He bit her earlobe, hard, causing her to
exclaim in pain.  “And that is for forgetting the proper way to address me.”

	“I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled, feeling his hard cock against her ass and
wondering how long he would make her wait before he drove it into her willing
body.  She could feel her pussy moistening already and knew it would be a long
night.

	“And as for your punishment for your sarcasm...Get on the bed...hands and
knees...face the wall.  NOW!” he barked as he pushed her forward.  “I do NOT
ever expect to hear that tone of voice when you speak to me again.  You will
respect me, do you understand?”

	She practically ran the few steps to the bed.  She assumed the proper
position, on her hands and knees, legs spread about a foot apart.  She turned
her head to look at him.

	“Eyes front...you are not to look at me.  You don’t deserve it,” he told her.

	He approached the bed and flipped the back of her dress up to reveal her naked
pussy and ass to his eyes.  “You are such a slut, my dear...no panties?” he
clucked.  “You want to be fucked rather badly tonight, eh?”  He ran his hand
across her ass and down the crease to her cunt.  “Already wet?  You know, you
begin to bore me, slut.  You are always ready for a good hard cock, aren’t
you?”
	She shivered, but didn’t reply.

	SLAP!  He smacked her across her right asscheek.  “Answer me, cunt!”  He spoke
more loudly this time.  “I asked if you are always ready for a good fucking.”

	“Yes, sir, I am,” she answered back.

	“And why is that?”

	“Because I am a slut, sir,” she responded.  She trembled and arched her back
as his finger brushed against her clit.  “You make me feel so sleazy and
slutty,” she continued.

	He slapped her other cheek, admiring the twin handprints on her pale flesh.
“No, I don’t make you feel sleazy and slutty, you ARE sleazy and slutty. 
That’s what you live for, isn’t it?”  Not waiting for her response, he rammed
two fingers into her hot, dripping cunt.  “You live to have me split you open
like this.  You need it.  You crave it.  If you could, you’d spend every day
and night like this, wouldn’t you my dear?”

	She was silent, just enjoying the feel of his fingers inside her.  They thrust
back and forth and she moaned her growing excitement.  She wasn’t a quiet lover
by any means.

	“Shoulders on the bed,” he snapped, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy.
“We haven’t started your punishment yet.  What shall it be...the whip, the
crop, the paddle?  All three?”

	She heard him walk across the room and the closet door open.  She imagined the
picture she presented, kneeling on the bed, ass high in the air, still clothed
from the waist up.  She could feel her juices on the tops of her inner thighs.
The thought of her punishment just made her hotter and she squirmed.

	“I did not tell you to move,” he spat out at her.  “Why must you always be so
disobedient?” he asked rhetorically.

	“Just part of my charm.” she answered with a hint of laughter in her voice as
she peeked around as him.  Her irrepressible sense of humor couldn’t be kept
down for long.  When she saw him catch her eye, she quickly turned her head
back to face the wall.

	He walked back over to the bed.  She was delicious, he admitted to himself.
What a truly slutty picture she made, posed like she was.  And he loved to
laugh with her...she had the most contagious laughter he had ever heard. 
However, he was the boss, and she had to remain aware of that fact.  He sliced
the riding crop through the air behind her and down onto the pillow next to her
head.  When she jumped, he smiled to himself.  She didn’t like the crop very
much.  That was good; she was already hot enough, he needed to bring her down.

	“You have such a problem keeping your mouth shut and eyes forward, slave, that
I think you need help.  Straighten up on your knees only,” he said.

	She knew what was coming next, and as she slowly straightened her back, she
began pleading.  “No, please, sir, not that.  I promise to be quiet.  I swear I
won’t look around again.”

	“Too late, my dear,” he remarked conversationally, “I’m tired of hearing your
remarks.  If you can’t behave on your own, then its my job to make you behave.”
 With that he reached around her neck and she groaned.  She saw the red ball
gag that she hated so much, but she obediently opened her mouth to receive it.
He forced her mouth wide, stretching it wide to get the ball between her teeth
and settled properly.

	“Don’t move,” he cautioned her as she tossed her head, trying in vain to make
the gag a little more comfortable.  She ceased all movement, remaining
motionless as the world went dark and he blindfolded her as well.
	His hands reached around and swiftly unbuttoned the front of her dress,
leaving her naked but for the black lace bra to support her large breasts.  His
fingers grabbed both nipples and twisted them harder than she liked.  She
moaned in pain and he said, “You’re right, the bra is just in the way.”  He
unfastened it and took it off of her, then reached around again for her tits.

	“Only sluts have tits this big, don’t they?” he asked her.  “And we both know
that’s what you are.  Only sluts like having their nipples pinched and look how
hard yours are.  Oh, stupid me, you can’t look, can you?  Well, we’ll have to
fix it so you can feel how hard your nipples are.”  He released her nipples and
walked back across to the closet.  When he returned, he knelt on the bed beside
her, and took her left nipple into his mouth and bit on it.  Hard enough to
make her wince, but he could tell she was turned on by it.  He laved it with
his tongue and spit it out.

	She moaned when his mouth left her breast...she adored having her nipples
played with.  The she jerked as she felt the bite of the nipple clamp as he
attached it to her erect teat.  Just as he released the full force of the clamp
he bit into her other nipple.  By this time her juices were running down her
legs.  He could see the slackness of her thighs and the wet spot already on the
bed beneath her.  “Such a slut,” he smiled to himself.  He had never met a
woman who could get so wet, so quickly.  She was truly remarkable.

	He attached the other nipple clamp to her right tit and pulled on the chain
that connected the two.  He pulled hard, stretching her breasts out until he
heard her moans increase in volume and knew she felt real pain.  “Can you feel
how huge your nipples are now, my pet?” he lazily inquired.  She nodded at him,
feeling how swollen they were.  It felt painful yet pleasurable at the same
time.

	He got off the bed again.  “Shoulders down,” he stated sternly, as he began
swishing the crop through the air.

	She obeyed, but quivered inside at the thought of the strokes of the riding
crop.  She hated it with a passion, only surpassed by her horror of the cane.
“Why couldn’t he have decided on the paddle, or the flower,” she thought.  Her
nipples were throbbing, sending waves of sensation through her body straight to
her cunt.  She could feel her clit pulsing with her need.  Even her fear of the
crop couldn’t keep her sexual hunger in check.

	CRACK!  The first stroke with the crop came across both cheeks of her ass.
She jerked and quivered and moaned behind the gag.

	CRACK!  The second lash was about a centimeter below the first one.  The tears
began.  He was going to give her enough time to fully feel the sting of the
stroke before the next one.  She wished he would just do it quickly, and get it
over with, but it seemed that was not his plan.

	“Ahh, how lovely,” he thought.  The visual picture of her white ass with two
red welts rising quickly was balm to his soul.  He had planned on 20 strokes
with the crop and spaced them out so no two crossed the same line on her ass.
He paused between each one, enjoying the shuddering and shaking that rushed
through her body with each line of fire that raised a welt on her ass.  The
moans she made were music to his ears, increasing in volume with each crack of
the crop.

	After about 10 strokes, (she lost count,), he reached around her and yanked on
the chain from the nipple clamps.  “How are you doing, my dear?  Forget about
those tits of yours yet?  We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

	He picked up the crop again and ran it over her ass.  He stroked her between
her legs, loving the way she backed up to it, trying to fuck the crop.  He ran
his other hand over her ass, feeling the heat from her welts.  He hadn’t really
struck her very hard, just enough to raise the welts that would probably be
faded by the next morning.

	She was crazy with sensation now.  She could feel it all...her nipples
pulsating, the heat on her ass from the strokes of the crop, the crop tickling
her pussy lips, his hand soothing her behind with it coolness, the tears on her
face from the pain of the strokes.  She loved it.  All of it.  She was a slut.
At least for him, and she couldn’t get enough.  She moaned imploringly through
the gag.
	She jerked again as she felt a cool liquid being dripped on her hot ass.  It
ran down the crack and his finger followed.  He massaged around her asshole,
ticking her there while the crop sawed back and forth against her clit.  The
two feelings were making her feel like she was going to explode any second, and
her entire body was trembling.  All of a sudden it was too much and she went
over the top into a body-shaking orgasm.  At the moment that he felt her come,
he plunged the butt plug up her ass, enjoying the way she her muscles clenched
it and shook it with the force of her orgasm.

	He couldn’t stand it anymore and gave in.  He pulled off his shorts and rammed
into her boiling cunt.  The heat from her ass was burning against his abdomen,
and he could feel the butt plug through the membrane inside her.  He fucked her
hard, pulling out and slamming deep inside her.  Every fourth or fifth stroke
he would pull the butt plug out and ram it into her asshole in time with his
cock.  He kept telling her that this was her purpose in life.  “A fuck slut,
aren’t you?” he asked.  “Love to be double-fucked, don’t you?” he asked. 
Everytime he said something degrading he felt her cunt spasm around his prick.

	She couldn’t believe how good she felt.  The blindfold enhanced all of the
sensations and the gag forced her to keep it all inside.  She thought she would
die from the pleasure of the cock in her cunt and the plug in the ass.  She
felt so full of him.  She loved it.  Truly loved it.  The pain from the crop
only accentuated the pleasure of the fucking.  She approached another orgasm
quickly.  She was so hot from the clamping and the cropping that it didn’t take
much.  After about three minutes she exploded again.  She thought she could see
stars behind her blindfold, she came so hard.

	He kept pounding away at her cunt and ass.  “You know you want to come again,
don’t you slut?  You are mine, to do with as I want.   I will make you come on
command for me.  I will make you beg for more...”  on and on he went, as he
kept slamming into her.  He pulled the butt plug out of her ass and before it
winked closed he thrust his prick up her tight asshole.

	“You like being fucked up the ass.  You love to have me split you wide like
this.  You are MY slut.  You are MY slave.  Mine to do whatever I want with,
aren’t you?”  He continued on, his words just making her hotter.  She loved the
feeling of being owned.  She felt complete in his possession of her.  And his
cock felt incredible up her ass.  She didn’t care for anal sex all of the time,
but when she was really worked up she adored the feeling of it.  

	She arched her back even more, rubbing her clamped tits across the bed and
whimpering in mixed pain and pleasure.  He reached underneath her and ran his
fingers across her engorged clit.  That was all it took.  She shuddered into
another climax, feeling her sphincter clamp onto his cock.  That’s the feeling
she craved, she thought.

	As her ass tightened around him he gave a loud cry and began to come deep in
her ass.  Four, five, six spurts of hot come flooded her insides.  The feeling
was incredible to him.  He could hear her moaning softly and felt the
aftershocks of her orgasm course through her body, causing answering shudders
in his.

	He slowly withdrew from her ass and collapsed on the bed next to her.  She
slumped down next to him and cuddled up to his body.  He removed the blindfold
from her eyes and the gag from her mouth, enjoying the dazed look in her eyes
as she looked at him.

	She licked her lips to remove the taste of the ball gag and smiled a smile of
perfect contentment at him.  “Dinner can wait, I guess”, she remarked .

	He smiled back at her and scratched his fingernails across the welts on her
ass, “I’m already sated, slut, aren’t you?” he answered.

	“For the moment”, she said with a lustful look in her eyes.

	“Such a slut”, he replied.  “My slut.”  She just nodded and ran her hand over
his chest.  She happily reflected that she has finally found a man who
understood her.


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