~Subject: Joan'sa Other Life #13 nc..................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
~Date: 15 Sep 1995 10:17:14 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

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                    Joan's New Life # 13
                        by Paladin
The cold light of dawn streaming through the window woke her with 
a start. She struggled up to a position where she could see the 
clock. She saw that she had made it. It was 5:50 am. He had 
ordered a blow job for  6. 

She struggled over to her bed side and wormed her way up the 
side. Then she burrowed her head under the covers. She inched 
along like a slug further into the bed and in the dim light 
found Don's hairy leg. She squirmed up beside it till she found 
her goal.

In the dim light it looked over her face with it's one sleepy 
black eye. Her mouth watered. This was her.... She stuck out her 
tongue and greeted it. ...Her master.. Now the center of her 
whole existence. Her crotch tightened. She wanted... more..

The sleeping monster stirred. Another lick and it began to 
lengthen. She tongued it again, she could not stop her self, and 
the black eyed being twitched awake and began to stiffened. She 
could not wait, she engulfed it in her mouth. There it lengthen 
and harden to its fullest snug inside her. She forced herself to 
just hold it soaking in her oral cavity. She felt her own sex 
tighten. Even empty her vagina was enjoying him by proxy. She 
sought to blindfolded him with her tongue. She ran her tongue 
over the treasured guest, and she was rewarded when she heard,

"Go for it cock sucker." She smiled. She obeyed.

Joan deep throated her favorite dick, Don's dick. While it was 
not as long as Brutus's, Don's made up for it in girth. When she 
deep throated it she totally cut off her own air supply. She 
tried to imitate Brutus's staccato rhythm. She knew how much she 
had liked that. Surely Don would too.

Don grabbed her head and she felt her leash go slack. He dragged 
her out from the sheets and ordered,

"Mount up whore and ride me you horny bitch."

<He does care!!> she thought as she scrambled up over his 
reclining form. She squatted over his now stiff pole. She 
attempted to kiss it with her neither lips. She managed to center 
it at her cunt and then she sunk the shaft to the core of her 
being. Her orgasm was shattering. She stopped and looked down at 
her owner. She could stay like this forever. She was full and 
content. She sought to hold on to her lover with her hole.

Don looked up and grabbed her tit rings. He pulled them and 
ordered, "Ride me you ring tited bitch RIDE!!"

The orgasm ended as he pulled and she, encouraged by the pain, 
renewed her fucking of her owners dick. Don toyed with her rings 
and she sought to friction him off. Suddenly he withdrew from 
her. She felt the emptiness. She slumped down to capture her loss 
love, but he used her rings to pull her up and away from her 
goal. He turned her around and forced her to bend over. In his 
favorite position she waited open and empty. <Please let him do 
me again... MORE! I KNEED MORE!> She prayed.

Dons muscle found her smaller hole and lubricated with her cream, 
sank to the balls. She went from loss, and dejection, to a that 
contented stuffed feeling. She was a wiggling and bucking hot 
squeezing hole for her owners dick. Then she managed to get him 
off. Don callopsed over her back and softened out of her. Again 
she felt the loss.

He straightened up and slapped her ass, and said,

"Good fuck bitch. Educating a bitch like you is soo much fun. 
You will make a real nice whore for some one. Now lets go get 
your sweaty ass ready for your little work day."

He guided her into the bathroom and again chained her neck to the 
wall. Then he released her wrists and had her gargle with his 
water again. It seemed only natural to her now.

She took a shower and took particular care around the rings. How 
much had happened in just one weekend. How could she go back to 
her office. With these anyone could see she was now different. 
She.... She was Don's bitch....

The shower curtain pulled aside and their were two people and Don 
standing there. She sought to cover but one look at Don she went 
on with her turning off of the water. She turned and noticed the 
man had a still camera and was snapping pictures of her. She 
sought to turn and noticed the woman had a video camera. So no 
matter how she turned they filmed her nudity. She glanced to Don 
for explanation.

"They are going to document your morning toilette for a porno mag. 
I sold them the rights so you be nice bitch and show it all to 
these nice people." Don said. "Remember they are paying for it so 
let it all hang out."

<He had sold her to a porno mag!! She ...> The man moved in for a 
close up of her tits. FLASH! He lowered his camera and FLASH! he 
captured her clit ring hanging down.

"Get over on the toilet and moo for them. Show them how you 
jerkoff." Don ordered taking her arm and dragging her out of the 
tub dripping wet. She felt like a drowned rat. A performing 
drowned rat.

She sat down and looked up at the bitch with the video. She was 
horrified. Her formally private moment...now... She just sat 
there starring at the cameras.

"Don't be shy honey. Don showed us the video of you and the dog. 
Now spread um and let Norma and all my viewers see what a bitch 
you are." the woman ordered, maneuvering in for a close up of her 
formerly secrete crotch and it's new decorations.

She looked up at Don and saw a frown. She quickly opened her legs 
and took the clit ring. She pulled it up and down and looked up 
again. Seeing his displeasure she commenced,

"MOOO MOOO MOOOO!!!"

"Mike get a close up of these. Bitch has a real nice set of 
tastefully arranged rings. They go all the way back to your ass 
hole?" Norma asked her.

"MOOOO MOO MOOOO" was all she would say.

She could not answer. She just shifted forward and showed then 
all her rings. Maybe if she came she could forget them. They 
would have their visuals. They would leave... Don would fuck her 
and make it all right. She hoped.

"Don this bitch is a real hot one. I'd pay you extra to have some 
time alone with her." Norma asked.

"Na, not now. Maybe some other time. She is a working bitch. Now 
let's get a move on. You can take some more of her getting 
dressed." Don said.

Everyone backed out of the bathroom except Joan. She emerged 
from the bathroom to her bedroom, with her rings shuffling around 
in their sexy locations. The cameras capturing her every move.

"Put on the stuff I set out for you." Don ordered.

There on the bed was her red dress suit with a white blouse. She 
picked it up and started for the dresser. She opened her panty 
drawer. It was empty. She opened her bra drawer. Same result. She 
looked up at Don puzzled. <Surely he didn't mean for her to..>

Don approached her with Mr. whip. "If I wanted you to wear that 
shit I would have put um out. Hands behind your neck, NOW!" Don 
ordered.

She quickly clasped her fingers behind her neck. She stuck out 
her tits for all to see. The cameras reordered her submission.

"Why do I have to whip the tits bitch?" Don asked.

"I... I am a stupid bitch and this is the only way I will learn. 
Don please whip my tits." Joan heard herself say. She felt the 
searing pain and then she said, "Thank you! Now may I get 
dressed?"

"Yea bitch you are coming along fine," Don said, as he 
possesively gripped her stinging left tit.

"Don I must have her for a while...Please... I'll pay 
extra...I'll" Norma began but was cut short.

"I told you bitch works and I don't like you closet lezzies. You 
come over some time and I'll let you play with the bitch but I 
get to watch... and take pictures." Don answered. Norma did not 
like this at all. She liked her kink in private. Norma shut up.

Joan had her clothes on and she turned to face the people clothed 
for the first time. Her confidence grew. True she was naked under 
the skirt but she began to feel in charge.

"Lift the skirt up bitch. I want you to wear these." Don ordered 
sitting on the bed with a hand full of gray things.

Her confidence dissolved. She lifted her skirt and stood before 
him. The cameras both zoomed in as he fastened the little fishing 
weights to each and every ring. He glued then on and then he 
slapped them to set um in motion. Then he posed her for the 
cameras recording.

"Now you go to work. I kneed the car so you take the buss." he 
demanded. "I have left you bus fare on the table."

She dropped her skirt and the weights began their individual 
dances exciting her sex. It felt like she had a bunch of little 
animals nipping at her privates. She took the money he gave her 
for the bus and want to work. The dull fire in her tits assured 
her that no arguments would dissuade him. From then on she was 
never had a quiet moment. The swaying of the weights as she walk 
to the bus, on the bus ride, and even as she the walk down the 
hall to her office caused never ending erotic stimulations.

She had to reach up under her skirt to untangle the weights so 
she could sit down without tearing some skin. Once seated she was 
still pulled by their implacable attempt to reach the floor.

RING RING RING

Her phone drug her out of the fog she was in that morning. She 
picked it up and she heard.

"Bitch get your ass over to the window and lift the skirt> I want 
to show my friends all those nice rings. NOW!!" came from the 
phone in her hand.

In a daze she went over to the window pulled open the curtain and 
there was Don in her car with a group of others. He smiled and 
gestured with his hands. She hesitated and then lifted her skirt. 
Then at his gesture pushed out her cunt and showed all to the 
audience he had assembled. He picked up the phone and gestured. 
She released her skirt and went back to her desk phone. She came 
like a machine gun. Every tug of a weight seemed to set her off, 
and every step caused many tugs.

"Bitch you almost embarrassed me in front of my friends. You 
hesitate one second longer and I would have made you come out 
here and fuck and suck off the whole crowd. You hear me?" came 
the demand. "Tonight you have earned some attention with Mr. 
whip."

"I'm sorry Don. I promise I'll do better. I ..." She began.

"Shut up and listen to me. If I come back you better jump 
quicker. Now tonight, if I do not come to pick you up you take 
the buss home. You strip the moment you get in the door. You take 
your clothes to the closet and hang them neatly. Then slam the 
door. Go to your perch. Get to the position and lock the collar 
on. Then I sure you'll stay there out of trouble till I or 
someone else comes to play with you. You got it?"

"Yes Don." she replied. CLICK,,,

She hung up and sat there in a daise the rest of the day. She 
cringed every time the phone rang. She could not escape him even 
here. The mear thought of it caused her to cum again. She raced 
to the women's room to get some tissue paper to mop up the wet 
spot on her skirt. 

Quickly she got into a stall and lift up her skirt. She had to 
sit down to find a way between the weights to sop up the all the 
pussy cream. 

Well while she was here, and her clit ring was right here, she 
decided to do herself. She manipulated the ring and when she 
started to cum she had to say her programmed line, "MOOOO MOOO" 
although she said it very softly. 
                                     
"What was that?? Joan are you all right?" Barbara a coworker 
asked from the sink area.

"No...I'm fine I just... Never mind.." she replied. <What must 
she think of me??>

Then it was time for mop up again. Quietly this time, although 
periodically a weight would click together.

The rest of the day was almost uneventful. The weights worried her 
labia and clit with every step, and she kept her jacket on to 
hide the breast rings, but anyone could see the 3 inch circles 
under her jacket. She sought to turn away whenever anyone 
approached her.

She was relieved when the day finally ended. She was disappointed 
to find no Don waiting for her outside. So she rode the buss home 
uneventfully. After she got inside she stripped and took her 
clothes to the closet, which was open. She hung up her suit and 
closed the door. CLICK. The door locked automatically. She was 
now a nude prisoner in her own house. She looked at the coffee 
table and reluctantly went over to it. She saw a collar with a 
leash locked on it. The leash was nailed to the table beside the 
usual large rubber dong. Well she was not going anywhere so she 
scrambled up on the table. Engulfed the dong, collared herself, 
snapped the lock shut and assumed the proper position. Mouth 
stuffed with the rubber dick, ass up and open, and hands yawning 
her sex lips. She was ready for him. She waited...and dripped and 
waited....

More to come............