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My Best Client Ever!
by bbltpt (storywriter@groupmail.com)

***

A businessman is approached by his most unlikely client 
who submits to him as his slut and collared as his 
slave. She's trained and serves him as his perfect sex 
toy. (MF, d/s, cheat, oral, anal, exh, cuck)

***

Author Note: The following is a true story. Only the 
names and identifiable information have been altered to 
protect those involved.

***

Chapter 1 

It's a warm bright sunny spring day with a rich blue 
cloudless sky. This is my favorite time of the year, 
everything has greened up nicely and the blue bonnets 
are in full bloom. An occasional scarlet flag of an 
Indian paint brush can be seen widely scattered among 
the carpet of blue bonnets in the medians and on the 
slopes along the highway right of ways, making the drive 
to my next appointment more pleasant.
 
As an entrepreneur, I was building a rapidly growing 
service oriented company. Mine was a business that 
provided certain essential services to a large variety 
of local businesses ranging in size from mom and pop 
type companies all the way to top 500 corporations which 
had facilities in my area.
 
I worked to develop a one on one relationship with my 
clients and in a very real sense, became friends with 
them. While I understood that as a service provider, 
service always comes first; I also understood the 
importance of developing a level of rapport with my 
clients that helped them develop trust in me and my 
company.
 
As I approached my destination, I was thinking about the 
client I would meet within a few minutes. She was the 
regional purchasing manager and my contact person with 
one of the world's top fortune 500 companies and my 
largest single account. She headed up a team of 
purchasing agents with departmental support staff under 
her authority. She personally handled a couple of the 
larger facility contracts and that included my contracts 
with her firm.
 
Her name is Lori Harmon, a typical business professional 
that one might expect to find in her position within a 
corporation of this nature. She was always dressed in 
very conservative business attire, usually gray or black 
2 piece suit with a crisp white blouse. Her makeup was 
barely noticeable. I'd observed that she always had her 
brownish/auburn hair pulled into a tight bun at the back 
of her head.
 
While she had never been unfriendly, she had always 
addressed me in a very businesslike manner without 
facial expression other than her professional attitude. 
On a couple of occasions I had invited her to lunch but 
she had never accepted my invitations.
 
As I drove into the parking lot and found a parking slot 
in front of the local corporate headquarters, I observed 
the glint of the bright sun on the chrome and glass of 
the building. Entering the purchasing division, I was 
greeted by the receptionist; she smiled and calling me 
by name, announced that she would let Ms. Harmon know 
that I was here. I thanked her; when she hung up the 
phone she told me that Ms. Harmon would see me in a few 
minutes.
 
I took a seat in the waiting room but within a couple of 
minutes, the receptionist advised me that "Ms. Harmon 
can see you now," and escorted me to Ms. Harmon's 
office.
 
The meeting was uneventful and took about 20 minutes 
before she closed her folder; her normal manner of 
letting me know that she had concluded her business. She 
thanked me for coming in this morning but before I 
departed, I asked her if we could schedule a time to 
have lunch sometime soon.
 
I made no change of facial expression other than to 
smile when she said, that might be nice. I was a bit 
surprised since she had always declined previous 
invitations for lunch. I made no sign of that surprise 
and we scheduled to meet for lunch 2 days later. I had 
offered to pick her up at her office but she said that 
she would rather meet me at the specified restaurant. We 
agreed upon a time and bidding her goodbye, I left her 
office and proceeded to my next appointment.


Chapter 2 

On Thursday I arrived at the designated restaurant about 
10 minutes before our scheduled meeting time and was 
shown to our reserved table. Five or six minutes later I 
saw her enter the restaurant; I stood so that she could 
easily see me and she immediately came to our table.
 
I prepared to seat her across the table from me, but she 
again surprised me when she suggested that perhaps she 
might sit to my left instead of across the table. 
Naturally I seated her in her desired location, but 
wondered why she might prefer to have her back to the 
rest of the restaurant patrons.

I took my seat and told her how much I appreciated the 
fact that we could share lunch and allow us to discuss 
business in a more comfortable environment. By that time 
the waiter was at our table, took our drink orders and 
then vanished.
 
Our conversation was limited to small talk about 
weather, the traffic and such casual banter until the 
drinks arrived. The waiter then told us about the daily 
specials; after taking our order he departed...
 
I attempted to guide the conversation to business, but 
it was obvious that she had no desire to talk shop, so I 
dropped that approach. I noticed that she appeared to be 
somewhat distracted but then she surprised me by 
focusing on my face, then with a totally unexpected 
smile, said in a very soft voice, "I've learned that we 
have a mutual friend."
 
I concealed my slight surprise and responded, "Oh, 
that's interesting. Might I ask who that might be?"
 
Her voice just above a whisper, she replied "Cheryl 
Marr. We attend the same church and I've gotten to know 
her over the last couple of years. When she learned my 
position in my company, she asked if I knew you. 
Recently we met after work for cocktails and we got to 
know each other on a more personal level. She suggested 
that I might wish to get to know you better."
 
Now I was truly surprised. When she had been a student 
at the university, Cheryl was one of my submissives; we 
had played together off and on until she got married. 
About 18 months ago Cheryl married a local Dom and was 
collared by him. I've seen them at play parties 
occasionally, but other than that, I've had no contact 
with her since her marriage.
 
Being careful not to show my surprise, I answered in a 
very casual manner; "oh yes, I've known Cheryl for 
several years." Now I'm seriously wondering what Cheryl 
might have shared with Lori concerning me, but I'm 
relatively sure that she hadn't discussed our actual 
relationship with Lori.
 
Watching her face, "Cheryl is a very sweet girl," I said 
with a smile. "I think she is really happy now that 
she's married and her husband seems to be a really nice 
guy too."
 
I notice that Lori was acting nervous and even a bit shy 
as she lowered her eyes to look down at her glass of 
wine as she slowly moved her hand to the stem of the 
glass.
 
In a bit of teasing voice I said, "I hope she spoke well 
of me" and smiled as I watched her face.
 
In a moment she lifted her eyes to meet mine. "We need 
to talk in private," she said quietly. "I mean somewhere 
where we can talk in complete privacy. Can you arrange 
that?"
 
In a quiet voice, I replied, "Of course I can arrange 
that. When are you going to be available for us to 
meet?"
 
"How about day after tomorrow," she said in a low voice. 
"Perhaps early Saturday morning?"
 
"Sure," I replied, in a quiet voice. "To insure complete 
privacy, might I suggest a hotel room?" I asked.
tentatively, not wishing to take a chance of offending 
her by being too forward.
 
"Just to talk, right?" she asked hesitantly.
 
"Yes," just to talk I replied. I named one of the top 
rated hotels in the area and asked if that would be 
suitable for her. I suggested this hotel simply because 
it has a lot of guests moving in and out of the lobby 
all the time. I felt the volume of traffic might offer a 
higher degree of anonymity for her.
 
"Yes," she said, "that will be fine. What time do you 
think we can do this?" She asked. "I would like for us 
to meet fairly early."
 
"I'll have to check and see what time we can get an 
early check-in," I replied. "I can call you this 
afternoon and give you a better idea."
 
"That will be fine she said" Then almost as an 
afterthought she asked, "This meeting will be a secret 
just between the two of us, and anything we discuss will 
be totally confidential; is that clearly understood?"
 
"Yes," I replied, "our business is no one else's 
concern. I won't discuss any part of our meeting with 
anyone." Then in a quiet teasing voice I said; "besides 
Cheryl might have mentioned that I'm a very private man 
who doesn't share secrets."
 
Even as our food was being served, she smiled and said, 
"Yes, she mentioned that you are very trustworthy. 
Without that assurance I would have never approached 
you."
 
We had a nice lunch with casual chit chat about the 
food, the restaurant and other unimportant trivia. At 
the end of the meal, she asked if it would offend me if 
we leave separately. "I don't wish to get any rumors 
started," she explained in a quiet voice.

"No," I assured her, "that will be fine."
 
She smiled. "Thank You," she whispered as she picked up 
her clutch and left the restaurant. I remained seated, 
took care of the check then exited as well.
 

Chapter 3 

Later that afternoon, I went by the hotel that I had 
mentioned to Lori and talked to the Hotel manager. The 
hotel was another of my clients and the manager was 
gracious enough to provide me with an early check-in and 
the room number. He mentioned that this is one of the 
rooms that are held in reserve for those rare occasions 
when they have a mechanical malfunction or emergency 
that requires a guest to be moved to another room even 
when the hotel is fully booked.
 
Later that afternoon I called Lori and told her that I 
had secured the 'item' which I had discussed with her 
earlier. She thanked me and told me that she would call 
me later to discuss it. It was after 6 p.m. when she 
called me back; I told her that we could have the room 
as early as we wanted and I provided her the room 
number.
 
She asked if we could meet at 8:30 a.m. Saturday. I 
assured her that would be fine. Having settled the place 
and time, I hung up and mentally put it aside for the 
moment. Even so, naturally I gave it thought later that 
evening and Friday, wondering exactly what Lori might 
need to discuss with me in private. Obviously it wasn't 
corporate business that she had on her mind.
 
At 8:00 o'clock Saturday morning, I was at the front 
desk of the hotel and checked in. Entering the 
designated room, I noticed that it was a pretty standard 
room with a small round table with 3 chairs near the 
window. I picked up the phone, dialed room service and 
ordered a carafe of coffee, a pitcher of ice water and a 
small selection of breakfast pastries. The order was 
delivered in about 20 minutes.
 
I turned on the TV and had selected a music channel so 
that the room wasn't so quiet. I lowered the volume so 
that the music wasn't offensively loud, but just loud 
enough for ambience and so that our voices might be 
somewhat muffled when we talked this morning.
 
About 10 minutes had elapsed before I heard a soft knock 
at the door. I immediately went to the door and opened 
it to see her standing there. I quickly invited her in 
and promptly closed and locked the door behind her and 
led her to the table where I seated her.
 
She was dressed more fashionably with a green skirt and 
a light yellow blouse. Her 3 inch heels matched her 
skirt. But most striking was her rich brown hair with 
auburn highlights. Today the bun was gone and instead 
her hair fell a couple of inches below her shoulders and 
brushed to a beautiful sheen. 

For the first time, I knew that my initial impression 
had been correct. With the absence of her ever present 
"professional" face and with her hair falling free 
combined with her more fashionable clothing, she was a 
very attractive young lady! In her heels I noticed that 
she was about 5'4.". All in all, she presented a very 
attractive figure.
 

Chapter 4 

I took a seat across the table from her, and with a 
smile I mentioned that her outfit looked very nice. I 
refrained from saying more for concern that she might 
find more complements unwelcome. I had decided to err on 
the side of caution in my dealings with her this 
morning.
 
I offered to pour her a cup of coffee and she accepted 
my offer and when I asked about sugar or cream, she said 
that she would take care of it. I slid the cup of coffee 
to her. She added cream then stirred before taking her 
first sip. I poured a glass of ice water for myself and 
offered her a pastry which she declined.
 
I began the conversation by mentioning that I had been a 
bit surprised when she had suggested that she knew 
Cheryl and that Cheryl had occasion to mention my name.
 
It took no prompting for her to begin telling me about 
how she had met Cheryl at church, but then recently she 
had ran into her at a business conference where they had 
spent time chatting. She went on to tell me that after 
the conference, they had decided to go for dinner and 
cocktails.
 
She explained that they had both had a few cocktails 
over the course of the evening and [that during that 
time; she had discussed a personal problem with Cheryl. 
"Cheryl suggested that you might be the person with who 
I should discuss my problem." Lori was watching my face 
as she talked.
 
"At first I was very reluctant to even consider 
discussing my personal matters with you," she went on. 
"But Cheryl was so sure that you could help me that I 
finally decided to step up and take the chance that 
Cheryl might be right about you. You're invitation to 
lunch was very opportune and provided me the chance to 
talk with you outside my office environment."
 
"Thank you Lori that was thoughtful of Cheryl," I said 
softly. "Cheryl knows me pretty well and I respect her 
opinions." By this time, I was pretty sure where this 
conversation was headed, but I played it low key and 
allowed her to continue.
 
"Lori, you've known me professionally for a couple of 
years now, and I hope you understand that I will assist 
you in any manner possible. Hopefully you understand 
that I'm not a talker when it comes to private matters."
 
She watched my face as I spoke and then when I fell 
silent, she sipped her coffee and seemed to build up her 
courage. "That is exactly what Cheryl told me about you. 
At first I wasn't sure but after thinking about it for a 
couple of weeks, I knew I had to take the risk that you 
were what Cheryl had assured me."
 
"Thank you Lori" I said quietly. "But in order to be of 
assistance, I suspect that I need to know more about 
your problem. Anything that you share with me stops 
right here in this room and I will not discuss it with 
anyone else. I'm a very private person and respect your 
privacy as well." I watched her eyes as she considered 
my words; "Please tell me about your problem or concerns 
if you wish."
 
"If I had serious doubts about my trust in you, 
obviously I wouldn't be here this morning" she said. 
"You're right, I have been dealing with you and I have 
never found you to be suspect in any manner, although 
you wouldn't have been the person I might have initially 
considered to assist me in this matter. You always 
seemed to be such a nice and polite man, the perfect 
husband. But as I said, Cheryl spoke very highly of you 
and your demeanor makes me believe that I can trust 
you."
 
She paused, and taking a couple of deep breaths, as if 
to relax herself, she began speaking again. "The truth 
is, sometimes I just need to be a woman! Unfortunately 
no one allows me to be a normal woman. At work, I'm in 
charge and have to keep on my toes to make sure that 
everyone is doing their job. If I show even the least 
sign of weakness, there are those who would try to take 
advantage of me and my job efficiency would suffer. 
Obviously I simply can't allow that to happen." Watching 
my face she continued; "it's pretty much the same at 
home. I love my husband but honestly, he's just not 
there for me when I need him."
 
She paused, took a deep breath and continued. "When I 
get home I know that I must make all the decisions with 
absolutely no input from him. It is a waste of time for 
me to ask him what he would like for dinner; he just 
says whatever is fine. If we decide to go out for 
dinner, I have to decide where we will go. I have to run 
the household, handle the household finances and do 
everything on my own. 

"Even the gardener works for me and I'm forced to make 
landscape decisions and every other decision made in our 
home. My husband just turns everything over to me and 
refuses to take any active part in any decision making 
process. At home, I can't depend on him for anything, 
and it is still as if I'm at work. I hate it but I'm the 
'man' of my house and my husband is more like an 
observer."
 
"I even have to make decisions on vacations and get a 
ways, I ask him where he might like to go on our next 
get away and I always get the same damn answer; 
"wherever you think, is his only response!" Pausing for 
a minute, she calmed down a little, takes a sip of her 
coffee and obviously waited for my response.
 

Chapter 5 

"OK," I said softly. "What you seem to be telling me is 
that you need time when someone else takes control and 
relieves you of your responsibility? You seem to be 
saying that you need someone who's strong enough to take 
charge and make all decisions on occasion?"
 
After a brief pause, "Is my understanding correct?" I 
ask quietly.
 
She silently nodded in an affirmative manner. "When I 
was in college, I had a friend who was involved in some 
kinky BDSM stuff. I didn't understand then how a woman 
could give herself to a man and just do whatever he 
wanted her to do. He treated her as if she was a little 
girl and she even called him daddy. I never understood 
her willingness to give up her independence." With a 
brief pause, she continued. "But now I understand. Now I 
realize that with the right man, I think I would love to 
experience some of those things. I just want to be a 
woman who can be happy having time when I don't have to 
make all the decisions."
 
I took a sip of water to allow her time to continue, but 
she grew silent.
 
"You mentioned your knowledge of the BDSM community; 
might that be something that you and Cheryl might have 
discussed?" I asked as I watched her eyes.
 
"Yes," she replied quietly. "Cheryl has told me that 
you're totally dominant as well as quite knowledgeable 
regarding the BDSM lifestyle. She told me that you have 
been her mentor in the past... She even told me that at 
one time you were her master. Cheryl assured me that you 
are the man who can help me accomplish my goals and 
needs. But she also warned me to be sure what I really 
wanted before I approached you."
 
As she spoke I watched her facial expressions and when 
she stopped talking, I asked, "Lori, are you building up 
courage to perhaps offer yourself to me as a submissive 
or even a slave?"
 
She studied her coffee cup for half a minute before 
lifting her eyes to meet mine. "Yes" she said "but it 
would have to be conditional." She paused once again for 
about 15 seconds, and then refilled her coffee cup 
before looking up at me again.
 
"I can't do anything that might risk my career." She 
paused a couple of seconds again, obviously thinking 
through her words. "I love my husband and would do 
nothing to jeopardize our marriage, but to be honest, my 
career is more important than my marriage right now."
 
After a few seconds I responded, "Lori, I understand 
exactly what you're saying but we do need to make sure 
that we have a clear understanding what our perspective 
relationship might involve."
 
"Do you fully comprehend what it means to offer yourself 
to a dominant man as his submissive or slave? Have you 
thought this through? We might need to discuss this in 
more detail."
 
When I paused, she immediately replied "I have read 
books and Cheryl told me quite a bit, but I need to know 
from you what you would expect of me."
 

Chapter 6 

"OK Lori if you decide to ask me to accept you, under 
the circumstances I would require that you spend one 
evening a week with me every week and one weekend a 
month from the time you get off work on Friday afternoon 
until 6 a.m. on Monday morning you would be mine to use 
and control totally. If our weekend should happen to 
fall on a three day weekend, you would belong to me for 
all three days."
 
I watched her face as I talked. "If you were to offer 
yourself to me and if I choose to accept your offer of 
submission then you would be pledging your heart, soul, 
mind and body to me to use in any manner I might choose. 
During our times together you will have no decisions to 
make because I will make all decisions."
 
"During the times we are together you will not have the 
right of refusal or denial. In return I will protect you 
and we'll spend our weekends away from this immediate 
area to reduce the risk of us being seen together and 
thus jeopardize your career. I will do nothing to 
intentionally damage your marriage but that is going to 
depend largely on you. You will have to come up with 
excuses as to why you must be out one evening a week and 
away for one entire weekend each month." 

It was obvious that she was carefully digesting my words 
as I spoke, "What are your thoughts Lori?"
 
"It will be an experience like none that I have ever 
experienced before, but to be perfectly honest, it 
sounds wonderful to me. I will handle my husband; 
honestly, I'm not sure he'll even know when I'm not 
there. He keeps his nose buried in his computer or his 
manuals and only responds when I demand his attention."
 
Focusing on my eyes, she asked, "How do I make the 
request for you to accept me?"
 
Watching her face, I reply "Before you make that 
request, I want to insure that you totally understand 
that our relationship will be very sexual. A worthless 
slut sucks and fucks on demand, she follows all 
instructions completely. During times we are together 
you will understand that you are owned chattel. I will 
use you in any manner I choose. As owned property, you 
will worship my cock daily when we're together. It is in 
this manner that you will show your respect for me. I 
will even dictate what clothing you wear or don't wear 
during our time together. Do you clearly understand what 
I'm telling you?"
 
Still watching my eyes, she simply replied, "How do I 
make my request to belong to you?"
 
"You will kneel before me and request that I accept you 
as my worthless subbie or slave to be used in any manner 
I choose. You will acknowledge that I will own your body 
and use you for my pleasure in any manner that pleases 
me. You need to promise that you will serve and obey my 
every wish during our time together. But only if you are 
sure this is your honest desire. You must be positive 
that this is what you need and want. Submission is a 
very serious thing and you must be sure that you are 
serious in your commitment."
 

Chapter 7 

Without a word, she immediately stood. I stood and 
stepped back from the table and she knelt in front of me 
looking up at my face. She spoke in a strong steady 
voice and made her plea. "I offer myself to you as a 
worthless slave to be owned and controlled by you. I 
will be your slut, I will be your whore, and I will 
follow your every demand. I commit myself to you in 
every way without reservation based on our discussions 
this morning. Will you accept me as your worthless slave 
to be used for your pleasure in any manner you choose?"
 
Still watching her eyes, when she was finished, I simply 
said "I will accept you as my personal slut and at a 
time when you might prove yourself worthy I might 
consider accepting you as a slave. Now lean forward and 
kiss my shoes."
 
She immediately kissed the top of each of my shoes then 
lifted her head to face me again.
 
"OK Lori, Please get undressed; totally undressed."
 
"Yes master she said as she arose and without a word, 
began unbuttoning and removing her blouse, hanging her 
bra over the back of one of the chairs, watching me she 
unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it; she folded 
the skirt and lay it neatly across the back of the chair 
over her blouse.

She had a pair of panty hose on and seating herself on 
the edge of the bed she removed that final garment and 
then she stood up and stood before me completely nude. 
Her transformation from the dominant business 
professional I was accustomed to dealing with to a mousy 
obedient submissive was a very nice transition.
 
I smiled as my eyes examined every little detail about 
her. I noticed that she had medium sized but perky 
breast probably a large "B" cup. I noticed that her 
pubic area was trimmed. "Very nice" I said in a soft 
voice of approval.
 
Her face lit up when she heard my words, she smiled 
appreciatively.
 
"Lori, a submissive slut shows her respect and love for 
her dominant through her worship of his cock. You will 
worship my cock with your mouth on a regular basis. I 
love having my cock sucked. Now kneel before me so that 
you might demonstrate your cock worshiping skills."
 
She watched as I began to undress and even assisted in 
unbuttoning my shirt as I removed my shoes and socks, 
then I unfastened my trousers and let them fall to the 
floor. I stepped out of my slacks and she immediately 
picked them up and laid them across the back of another 
of the chairs. I shrugged out of my oxford shirt and 
handed it to her to be hung on the back of the chair.
 
She knelt before me then slowly and carefully lowered my 
boxer shorts. She was so sensuous in her actions that it 
was almost as if she were unwrapping a very fragile, 
delicate gift. When my shorts lowered just enough to 
allow my genitals to be visible; she leaned forward and 
tenderly kissed my cock. 

After she lowered my shorts, I stepped out of them; she 
placed them on the same chair before returning her 
attention to me again. She examined my cock with her 
eyes as she gently fondled it with her hand before 
leaning forward to kiss the head of it. She then licked 
up and down my shaft before lifting her left hand to 
gently fondle my balls. While massaging my balls, she 
opened her mouth and took my growing cock into her 
mouth.
 
"Yes darlin, that's nice," I murmured. "That's right; 
use your tongue and lips to excite my cock like a good 
little slut."
 
She lifted her eyes to me and made a soft moaning sound 
as she begin to suck. As my cock hardened, she took more 
of it into her mouth and began to gently move her head 
back and forth, sliding her tight lips up and down my 
shaft. She continued massaging my balls, one at a time 
as she lifted her eyes to meet mine.
 
"Baby, you're beautiful with your pretty lips wrapped 
around my cock. That's right, use your tongue like a 
good little slut," I whispered as she continued her 
efforts. As she sucked and bobbed her head back and 
forth it was obvious that this wasn't a new experience 
for her but it was also evident that she required 
additional training. 

She was able to get most of me into her mouth, but she 
was unable to take the final two inches of my cock. I 
knew with a little training she could take my full 
length and that it was up to me to teach her to overcome 
her short comings.
 
Her only response was a soft moan and her efforts 
intensified and quickened.
 
I lightly took her head into my hands and slowed her 
head bobbing. "Lick and suck my balls Lori, there's more 
to cock worship than just sucking cock" I whispered 
quietly. Lick my balls, take my balls into your hot 
mouth, one at a time and gently suck each of them. A 
good little subbie  knows to lick her man's 'Choata' 
when she worships his cock."
 
She slowly stopped and gently moved her head back. Like 
a good little cock worshiper, she kept her lips sealed 
around my shaft until the head of my cock literally 
popped out of her sucking mouth, then she spent a full 
minute licking my cock head and shaft before she lifted 
her head and looked into my face. "What and where is 
your 'Choata? I don't recall ever hearing that word 
before"
 
"Darlin, that little seam that runs from the base of my 
balls, all the way to my asshole is called 'the Choata'; 
a very sensitive area. It provides me erotic pleasure 
when it's licked for a little bit while you are 
worshipping my balls. You will always pay attention to 
my balls and Choata, just as any obedient cock sucking 
slut knows to do to please her man. You clearly 
understand that you are my little cock sucking slut now, 
right?"
 
"Yes master, I'm your cock sucking slut and will do 
anything you instruct me to do."
 
"Good girl," I whisper as I spread my feet apart to 
provide her room, "now show me what a good little slut 
you are."
 
Dropping to her hands and knees she positioned herself 
so that she could lick and suck my balls. She licked 
first one ball and then the other as she fondled the 
other ball with her hand. I noticed that she was cupping 
one ball at a time, almost as if she were weighing each 
one in its own turn.
 
"Sir, your balls are quite large, do you think I can 
really get one of them into my mouth without hurting 
you?"
 
"Lori, you can get them, one at a time into your mouth; 
you must be careful and not rush things too fast. Now do 
as you have been instructed."
 
She immediately complied and returned to licking my 
balls for a few moments then twisting her body; I felt 
her tongue tentatively licking my Choata.
 
"That's good," I whispered as she licked the full length 
of my Choata several times before she returned her 
attention to my balls. She licked and gently sucked my 
left testicle before she opened her mouth widely and 
gently took the testicle in her mouth ... It took her a 
few moments to finally get it inside her hot moist mouth 
but she managed to accomplish this task.
 
"Oh yes," I moaned softly "Suck it for me, lick and suck 
my ball just like that."
 
While her actions were tentative, she was growing in 
confidence and she was soon gently sucking my left 
testicle as her tongue swirled around it. Her hot mouth 
felt so ``good.
 
"See, that's not so difficult" I whispered in pleasure. 
"Now do the same with the other ball like a good little 
slut." She opened her mouth fully and gently pulled her 
head so that my testicle popped out of her mouth. Then 
she moved so that she could suck in my right testicle 
and pay homage to it just as she had paid homage to my 
left testicle.
 
After a couple of minutes, she released my testicle and 
returned her attention to my Choata once again. "Lick it 
good... Use your tongue to massage my Choata. Good 
girl," I whispered, "now lick my asshole for a couple of 
seconds, darlin." 

She hesitated for brief moment but then followed my 
instructions and I knew with practice, she would become 
very proficient in these skills.
 
"Ok Lori" I whisper "suck my cock now, show me what a 
good little subbie you are... suck my balls dry. A good 
slut knows to suck and swallow every single drop. Lori 
if even one drop of my cum escapes your mouth and 
touches the floor, you will be punished. Show me what a 
great cocksucker you can be, show me your worth as a 
woman."
 
Without hesitation, she followed my instructions to the 
letter and moved her mouth to my cock once again and 
immediately took the head of my cock into her mouth and 
began bobbing her head back and forth, taking as much of 
my cock into her mouth as she could comfortably 
accommodate. I watched and whispered additional 
instructions and words of encouragement.
 
Her moans filled the room as did my whispered words of 
encouragement and my own soft moans as I watched her 
service my cock. When I ejaculated rope after rope of 
hot cum she worked feverishly to make sure that she 
captured all my cum.
 
When she finally released my softening cock from her 
mouth, she licked her lips to insure that not a drop had 
escaped. Then anxiously looking into my eyes, "Did I do 
ok, did I please you master" she asked anxiously with a 
look of concern on her face.
 
"Of course," I sighed as I took her by the hand and 
helped her stand. I then led her to the bed and 
instructed her to lie down. Without hesitation she moved 
to comply with my instructions. She pulled back the 
bedspread and got in between the sheets and waited for 
me but when I got into bed I lay beside her and turned 
onto my left side facing her.
 

Chapter 8 

"Now, we need to talk more," I said quietly.
 
She watched my face expectantly, "Yes?" she whispered.
 
"Well, you have proven that you are earnest in your 
submission to me and that was the first hurdle that we 
had to get past, but now we need to discuss specifics. I 
had told you that I will require you one evening each 
week and one weekend each month, so now we need to 
discuss which particular day of the week you will be my 
property. I've decided that Tuesday of each week might 
be the best for me." I watched her face for response.
 
Without delay she responded, "OK, Tuesdays will be fine 
for me too."
 
"Good; we also discussed one weekend a month that you 
will belong to me without reservation or restriction. Is 
there any one weekend a month that is good or bad for 
you?" I asked.
 
She looked thoughtful for a few seconds before saying, 
"No not particularly."
 
"We do need to establish a specific weekend so that we 
can plan ahead," I answered.
 
"Yes, I agree, but I really have no specific weekend 
that will be better than another," her smile was pretty.
 
Ok, then why don't we just say the 2nd weekend of each 
month and since this is the first weekend of the month, 
it will mean that next weekend will be our first full 
weekend together. Will that give you enough time to make 
suitable arrangements with your husband?" I asked.
 
"That won't be a problem," she assured me. "I've 
discussed the possibility of taking a weekend adventure 
with some of my girl friends. As far as he is concerned, 
that will happen next weekend."
 
"Good, now we need to establish some standing rules for 
you, rules which you will adhere, understand?" I asked 
quietly.
 
"Of course," she responded with interest.
 
"First, I will not tolerate body hair on any part of 
your body other than the hair on your scalp. While I 
notice that the hair on your cunt is nicely groomed, 
from now on, it will be gone and anytime we are 
together, your cunt will be completely hairless and as 
smooth as a new born baby's ass... I suggest that you 
consider waxing."
 
"Yes sir," she responded.
 
"When you're in your work place, I will expect you to 
behave exactly has you have always behaved when meeting 
with me. As agreed upon, I will always respect your 
career and your job position. Our professional 
relationship will not change in any manner in that 
regard."
 
She quietly whispered the words "Thank you, sir."
 
"But when we are together outside your work place, you 
will wear only clothing that I approve in advance. As I 
have advised you, I will not jeopardize your career or 
local reputation and this will certainly include what I 
might require you to wear. However, our weekends will 
typically be outside our immediate area. We will visit 
other regions of the country so that neither of us will 
be readily recognized. 

"During these out of town excursions I will require that 
you look and act as a cheap slut whore and will 
frequently treat you in that manner. At other times we 
will attend social events where we will both dress and 
act appropriately for that environment. I have friends 
in many other parts of the country, so our weekends will 
vary quite dramatically." 

I watched her face as my words impacted her but she 
showed no sign to indicate any problem.
 
"Actually that sounds very nice and rather exciting," 
she whispered with a mischievous smile.
 
"Good," I said. "Today you wore panty hose. You will 
absolutely never wear pantyhose when you are with me. 
Panty hose are like a fuckin' chastity belt. Your cunt 
belongs to me and you will do nothing or wear anything 
to impede my instant access to your cunt. There will be 
no exceptions. Understand?
 
"Yes Sir," she responded promptly.
 
"In my company unless specific approval is granted you 
will not wear panties. You and I will be doing some 
shopping at Victoria's Secrets, Fredrick's of Hollywood 
and other specialty shops for erotic clothing for you 
but we won't be buying many panties."
 
"I understand," she replied with that mischievous smile.
 
"You also must understand that as my sex slave, I will 
use you for my pleasure and as I have stated earlier, 
that will certainly include your mouth, your cunt and 
your ass. And when I say that I will use you for my 
pleasure, my pleasure just might be enjoying watching 
someone else using you with my permission. We might 
attend sex parties where you will be under my authority 
and comply with any request that I might have."
 
"Oh!" she said with surprise. "I hadn't thought about 
you allowing other people to use me like that," she said 
softly.
 
"I explained in the beginning that if you submit to me, 
I will own you during the times we are together. I 
mentioned that you would be owned chattel and that is 
what you agreed to when you asked me to accept you as my 
property. Are you having second thoughts now?"
 
There was a pause of several seconds as she thought 
about things, and then she looked into my eyes. "No this 
is what I agreed upon and I will honor my word. I will 
trust you that you will protect me and prevent harm from 
coming to me. I trusted you when I committed myself to 
you and I trust you now."
 
"Good girl," I whispered encouragingly.
 
"Now I want to know about you, I mean everything about 
you; your age, your marriage your relationship history 
and your sexual history. There is nothing to hide from 
me and you will be totally honest with me in all 
things."
 
"Yes sir," talking in a small voice she responded, 
"Well, first I am 29 yrs old, I earned my bachelors 
degree and my master's in accounting at Purdue. I met 
Charles, my husband in Indianapolis one weekend and we 
saw each other until I had my bachelor's degree. We got 
married before I actually received my masters, but I 
still earned it. He had already earned his masters at 
the University of Indiana. We've been married for 7 
years."
 
 
"Good," I whispered encouragingly. Even as she resumed 
talking, my right hand moved to her body and I begin to 
casually stroke and explore her body.
 
After a pause of several seconds she resumed. "I dated a 
few guys in high school and I have to admit that when I 
began college, like a lot of freshmen, I had this idea 
that studies would be simple and that I should enjoy the 
experience and I spent way too much time partying. In 
fact, by the end of the first semester, I was on 
academic probation and I really had to buckle down to 
stay in school." 

There was another pause of several seconds before 
continuing after a deep breath. 

"I've only been married once, but at Purdue I have to 
admit that I wasn't the girl that my mom and dad thought 
I was."
 
When she paused again, I asked, "So what are you trying 
to tell me? Are you suggesting that you were a campus 
slut?" My hand continued exploring; then my index finger 
began circling her left nipple.
 
"Oh! Well, I never thought of myself as a slut, but in 
retrospect, that would probably be the word to describe 
me for the most part. I had quite a few one night 
stands. I would go to parties with my roommate and we 
would get high or drunk and get really wild I'm afraid." 

She lowered her eyes for a moment to watch my finger 
teasing her nipple then looking back up, she continued, 
"I really don't know exactly how many people I had sex 
with but it was more than a few. Even after I straighten 
my act up, I still enjoyed attending parties. Of course 
I attended the parties much more infrequently, but I 
still enjoyed the attention that the upper classmen gave 
me and I frequently rewarded their attention with sex."
 
"That's a pretty common occurrence Lori, but I 
appreciate your honesty. Do you and Charles swing or 
have either of you had sexual encounters with others 
during your marriage?"
 
"No," she replied. "I've focused on my career and put 
that kind of activities behind me, well at least until 
now" she murmured shyly.
 
"I totally understand. When was the last time that you 
have had an STD test Lori?" My finger traced up to her 
throat and then trailed slowly down to her right breast 
until my finger found that nipple and began gently 
teasing it.
 
"Because I engaged in unsafe sex while in college, I 
have gotten an STD test pretty frequently. The first 2 
years of my marriage, I had semi-annual tests, and then 
I began annual testing. After about 3 years I tested 
more infrequently but I've always received negative 
results. My most recent test was about 3 months ago but 
the only reason I have continued testing is because of 
my understanding that some STDs such as HIV might take 
several years to show positive."
 
"Sounds good," I said with a smile. How about sexual 
activities with other girls?" I asked quietly. By this 
time I had begin to use my thumb and index finger to 
begin kneading her nipple. I gently tugged it and 
twisted the hardening nipple.
 
After a pause of only a few seconds, she continued. "In 
college, girls will be girls. In my sophomore year, my 
roommate, Joyce and I played around a few times. I can 
take or leave a woman, but to be perfectly honest, I 
need a man. Charles is a decent lover but the problem is 
that he pays a lot more attention to his work than he 
does to me. 

"While this isn't my primary reason for exploring the 
BDSM community, I have to admit that when you mentioned 
that I would be your sexual slave, I found the thought 
to be really exciting. I love the thought of you taking 
me and using me for your pleasure without asking or 
begging."
 
As she was speaking, I released her right nipple and 
moved my hand back to her left nipple where I began to 
gently pinch, tug and twist that nipple, feeling its 
response and soon that nipple was also fully erect and 
firm to the touch. When she once again looked down to 
watch my fingers, I told her "Lori this body belongs to 
me now to use in any manner I choose, so don't worry 
about what my hand is doing... Continue with your 
information please."
 
"Thank you sir, I'm yours master," she said with a smile 
as she watched my face. Then she resumed her story. "I 
despise the fact that most men are wimps when it comes 
to sex. To be honest most men I know seem to want a 
strong woman to control them! Sometimes I think that if 
I made the move, my husband would do whatever I told him 
to do, but I'm not into that kind of crap! I want to be 
used and fucked like a woman," she whispered quietly. "I 
don't want anything except to be used and treated like a 
woman."
 
"I totally understand," I said even as my hand moved 
down, and my finger found the wetness of her cunt. After 
but a moment, I inserted my two middle fingers into her 
wetness and continued talking even as I began to move my 
fingers inside her. "You mentioned your church earlier. 
Have you read the Old Testament, and read what the bible 
teaches about a woman's place in life?"
 
Her breathing grew deeper and a bit labored as my 
fingers explore her from the inside and my thumb moved 
to her clit to stimulate that tender morsel as my 
fingers moved in and out of her... "Well some parts of 
the old testament" she whispered, even as her hips begin 
squirming in response to my stimulation.
 
"The old testament goes into detail about the woman's 
place in life. It clearly states that a woman is to be 
submissive and obedient to men at all times." My fingers 
are twisting from side to side now as I move them in and 
out of her wetness. "It says that a woman is to submit 
to her husband/master's authority. Whether the woman is 
his wife, his concubine, his maid servant his hand 
servant or slave, she is to submit to his authority and 
that clearly includes his sexual needs."
 

Chapter 9 

"Oh God yes" she moaned fitfully as she began bucking 
her hips up to meet my invading fingers.
 
With a smile, I pulled my fingers out of her and moved 
so that I was kneeling between her spread thighs and 
guided the head of my thick cock into her. I grabbed one 
of her thighs in each hand and lifted them until I could 
get my hands beneath them then I pushed them forward 
until her knees are basically resting beneath her arm 
pits. I then drove all the way into her and begin 
fucking her hard. Slamming my cock in and out of her so 
hard that she gasped for breath each time I slammed into 
her, time after time.
 
"Fuck me... Oh God sir, fuck me!" Lori moaned 
pleadingly. "I'm your slut to be used for your pleasure" 
she moaned.
 
I pushed Lori's legs even further forward, lifting her 
cunt so it was even more accessible and allowing me even 
deeper penetration. The wet sounds of my cock slamming 
in and out of her combined with her moans filled the 
room. Each time I slammed deep into her, I felt my 
testicles smack her upturned ass. Even as I was fucking 
her, I thought about the irony of the fact that the 
first time I spanked this ass; it's with my balls as I 
fucked this cute little slut.
 
"Oh God sir, yes!" Lori moaned. "I need this master... 
Oh God this is medicine for my soul!" She gasped as I 
slam in and out of her. "Oh master please don't stop! I 
don't want you to ever stop!" Her last words ended in a 
whimper as I pulled my cock out of her and immediately 
rolled out of the bed to stand beside the bed. "Oh No, 
don't stop!" she pleaded.
 
"Shut-up and get your ass over here," I half growled. 
She immediately responded and I put her into a puppy dog 
position on her elbows and knees with her knees barely 
on the edge of the bed, knees spread. When she was in 
position I moved in behind her, then without warning I 
soundly smacked her right ass cheek sharply, seeing the 
redness where my hand had connected with her as cheek. 

She whimpered as I continued spanking her until both of 
her ass cheeks were a uniform red, but she stayed in the 
position that I had placed her. When I stopped spanking 
her, I reached down and found her soppy cunt. My fingers 
easily slid into her soppy wetness.
 
Pulling my wet fingers out of her, I stepped in behind 
her and slid my cock into her wet cunt once again.

"Oh God Yes," she moaned as I drove deep into her once 
again. As my cock began fucking in and out, I moved my 
hands to the side of her hips and grabbed a hip in each 
hand and used the hand holds for leverage to slam even 
harder in and out of her.
 
"Fuck meeee, Fuck meeee," She whimpered as I slammed in 
and out of her roughly.
 
"I'm your slut" she whimpered "fuck me like a whore, I 
am your whore" she continued to whimper. "I'm your cock 
loving cum slut, your horny fuck toy to use at your 
will" she whimpered in pleasure.
 
After about ten minutes of hard rough fucking, she had 
an orgasm that seemed to rock her soul. I continued 
fucking her throughout her climax but after a few 
minutes, once again I pulled my cock out of her. At 
first she protested until she felt the head of my cock 
pushing hard against her little sphincter muscle. 

She whimpered loudly when my wet cock head was forced 
into her ass. I waited about half a minute allowing her 
time to relax after my brutal intrusion, then I drove 
myself into her and within three strokes, I was 
completely buried balls deep into her. Her whimpers 
turned to sensual moans as I reached forward and grabbed 
a hand full of hair at the back of her scalp and pulled 
her head up and back as I begin fucking her with long 
deep strokes.

"Yes slut, you belong to me and I will fuck you in any 
manner I want and all you will do is take it and enjoy 
it," I growled in a deep voice. "As a woman, your only 
purpose in life is to obey and comply with my every 
wish. You will do as you're told and you will love it."
 
She was whimpering and moaning using virtually every 
dirty word that she could think of, "I'm your filthy 
cock hungry slut, fuck me like the worthless whore I am. 
I want your cum in my ass, I want it in my pussy and in 
my belly!" she moaned. "You control me, I am your woman; 
treat me like the worthless cum hungry slut I am" she 
moaned. "Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whimpered.
 
"That's right," I growled. "I'm going to fill your 
bowels with my boiling hot cum and I'm going to cum so 
hard, it might dribble out of your cock sucking mouth." 
My dirty words only seemed to excite her even more.

"Oh fuck yes!" she groaned, "shoot your cum inside me, 
make me your personal whore, I always want all of your 
cum!" Suddenly her words were interrupted when she 
experienced yet another orgasm... "Ohhhh fuck!" she 
groaned. "I'm cummin' again... Oh fuck yes." 

Her body shuddered with her climax but I continued 
fucking at the same rough pace without interruption.
 
Soon she recovered from her orgasm and now she was 
pushing her ass back hard against my cock, obviously 
trying to get even more of it into her hot little ass. 
Still holding her hair and talking dirty to her I 
growled "squeeze my cock bitch, use your ass muscles to 
milk my cock as I fuck you bitch." She immediately 
complied and tightened her ass around my cock that was 
pumping in and out of her.

After only a few minutes, I knew that I was going to 
cum. "Oh fuck bitch, I'm about to cum!" I moaned out 
loud."
 
"Yes master, fill my ass with your hot cum" She moaned, 
"I'm your cum receptacle so give it all to me," shoot 
your cum deep inside me and fill me up.
 
Suddenly I felt my cock jerking and throbbing and knew 
my cum was imminent. As Lori felt my cock jerk, she 
moaned loudly and continued to shove her ass back 
against me on every thrust. "Oh fuck," I growled as 
ropes of  my cum exploded deep inside her.

Immediately Lori began whimpering as her body was rocked 
once again with an orgasm. "Oh fuck yes!" she cried out. 
Her entire body was quivering and shaking as wave after 
wave of pleasure coursed through her. Abruptly she went 
limp and her whole body collapsed onto the mattress.
 
Her wilting had jerked my cock from her ass when she 
collapsed. I looked down at her for a moment and saw 
that she was out cold. I saw the rivulet of cum that ran 
down onto her cunt. I turned and entered the bathroom 
where I closed the door and stepped into the shower.
 
When I came out of the bathroom, Lori was sitting on the 
edge of the bed and glanced up at me with a smile, her 
face was almost radiating happiness as she watched me as 
I took a seat in the chair nearest the bed facing her. 
As soon as I took my seat, she immediately came to me 
and kneeling in front of me, without a word, she leaned 
forward and began licking my cock.
 
I sat quietly, curious about what her next action might 
be. She opened her mouth and took my cock into her mouth 
as she looked up into my eyes. Her licking and sucking 
was done very gently as if she was only displaying her 
respect. After about a minute, still watching me, she 
let my cock slide out of her mouth.
 
"I can't remember when I've been so happy," she murmured 
quietly. "I can't believe it took me this long to come 
out of my shell and recognize what I needed." She 
immediately returned her attention to my cock, licking 
and worshiping it once again.
 
I watched her quietly, "You're a good little cum slut," 
I said, "Actions speak much louder than words; your 
actions are those of a slut who shows her respect and 
affection for her Dom." After several seconds of 
silence, I continued "You will worship my cock each time 
we are together and each time I fuck you, you will lick 
and suck my cock clean, swallowing the juices and cum 
you lick from my cock. Do you understand?" I asked.
 
She grunted her response without taking my cock from her 
mouth.
 
We spent the afternoon in that room with me training her 
in some of the things that she needed to know. She was 
introduced to some things that she had never experienced 
before such as bondage and nipple and clit torture. She 
felt the sting of a leather strap on her nipples and 
clit for the first time that day.
 

Chapter 10 

This was the beginning of a relationship that lasted 
several years. Within 90 days I had collared her and she 
became one of my slaves. As I had initially instructed 
her, we had our weekly evenings together. Initially most 
of these evenings were spent at my home but soon we were 
spending evenings at her home as well. Her husband was 
obviously a latent cuckold He was very open minded with 
the whole thing.
 
I frequently spent the night with her in her bedroom. On 
those occasions he would simply move into the guest 
room. On occasion he watched us as I punished his wife, 
he saw her worshiping my cock and I'm almost certain 
that he watched me fuck her at times as Lori sometimes 
asked me to leave the bedroom door open when we had sex. 
If he didn't watch, there is no doubt that he heard us.
 
On our monthly weekends we traveled to other cities for 
our weekends together. One month might be Atlanta, the 
next in Phoenix or Las Vegas. Another weekend we might 
be in Chicago or St. Louis to name but a few of our 
destinations... We attended dungeon parties, swinger 
parties or just outright old fashioned orgies; on a 
number of occasions she spent hours without end in a sex 
swing serving any number of people. (When other people 
were involved sexually with her, condoms were always 
required for her protection as well as my own.)
 
On other weekends we might just spend the weekend 
enjoying our kinky side. She was regularly dressed in 
the sluttiest out fits that one can imagine. She wore 
the most revealing and alluring clothes we could locate 
and she frequently could have easily been mistaken for a 
street prostitute. 

On occasion she might have been dressed in a micro mini-
skirt without panties or bra with a sheer blouse for 
example. The bottom line is that Lori soon discovered 
that she was an exhibitionist and absolutely loved 
showing off for others.
 
On more than one occasion we went to places like a strip 
joint in some distant city and Lori sometimes received 
as much attention as the girls on the stage. I gave her 
no options on anything and she complied with my ever 
instruction.
 
Eventually I sold my company and moved away from the 
area and had to bid farewell to my favorite client. I no 
longer see her but I'll never forget her; My best client 
ever!

The End

©2013 J.Grayfeather

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