Before going back downstairs, I went to my closet and got my `toy
box’ down from the shelf. It contained my collection of dildoes
and other sex toys. I tucked the box under my arm and took it
down to the living room, tucking it under the coffee table where
it would be out of the way until I was ready for it. Lorie arrived
about 15 minutes later, and I had my Dad’s collection of X-rated
tapes lined up next to the VCR. While Lorie checked out the tapes,
I went into the kitchen and mixed us each a cocktail. When I
returned, Lorie was sitting on the couch rolling a joint.
“Did you pick out a tape, Lorie?” I asked, handing her her drink.
“Yeah, I did,” she said. “Let’s watch `Deep Throat’. I know
we’ve seen it before, but I really like to watch them suck all
that cock!” she said, as she lit the slim joint. I put the tape
in the VCR and started it rolling as Lorie stepped over and
handed me the joint. I drew the smoke deep into my lungs and
almost immediately felt the effect of the sweet-tasting pot.
I hadn’t had any really good pot in a while, and it was a real
treat. I sat in the armchair and Lorie laid back on the couch as
we watched the action on TV. Linda Lovelace was on her knees in
front of this very hard and well-hung stud, his cock planted
firmly between her lips. I glanced over at Lorie and could tell
she was starting the get excited already; she was squirming a
little while watching the screen intently. She obviously wasn’t
wearing a bra, and her nipples were getting hard and pressing
against her leotard. Lorie has beautiful breasts, and I was
getting almost as turned on watching her as the TV. “Oh, look
at that handsome cock!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I wish I had a
cock like that to enjoy!” “Would you like to suck a cock that
big?” I asked her. “That BIG!” she exclaimed. “The bigger,
the better for me! I’ve never seen a cock so big I couldn’t
handle it!” She began to roll another joint, and I watched
her fingers working. She has beautifully manicured nails and
long, slender fingers; altogether, quite elegant. We both had
one eye on the screen, watching the girls fucking and sucking
with great abandon. I could feel myself starting to get wet
and started moving my legs to ease the itch. I went to the
kitchen to mix us each another cocktail while Lorie finished
the joint, and while there I ran one hand under my skirt and
rubbed my pussy a little. It felt so nice! I knew it wouldn’t
be long before I’d need to do some serious fooling around.
When I returned I was surprised to see that Lorie had one
hand under the hem of her skirt; she said she didn’t really
appreciate masturbation and prefered to wait until she could
latch on to a real cock. I smiled when she glanced up at me in
the doorway. “Oops! You caught me!” she said with a sly grin.
“No problem,” I assured her as I handed her the cocktail. “I’ve
been waiting for you to loosen up. Doesn’t that feel good,
after all?” She admitted that it did, and I encouraged her to lie
back and enjoy it. She fired up the second joint, and as we
passed it back and forth, Lorie kept one hand on her bush and
slowly rubbed herself while still watching the screen. Now Linda
was getting fucked from the rear by one guy while a second had
his cock shoved deep into her throat and a third stood on the
side and jerked himself off. We both paused to watch closer as
the first guy pulled out of her pussy and shot a huge load of cum
all over her ass, followed shortly by the second guy shooting his
load on her face as the third came in her hair. All in all, quite
an arousing scene. We finished the joint and I moved over
on the couch next to Lorie. She once again had her hand under
her skirt, and I reached over and pulled it up so that I
could see her fingers massaging her clit and rubbing up and
down her slit. I leaned down so that my face was quite close
to her and I could smell the sweet juices building in her crotch.
I’d never watched another woman so closely, and was awed
at the sight of Lorie’s fingers gently rubbing and manipulating
her clit. I could see the wetness starting to ooze from between
her beautiful pink lips and form in little beads against the fine
blonde hair of her bush. I could almost feel the heat rising from
her crotch. Her panties had long since been tossed aside, and I
reached around and unfastened the catch on her skirt. Without
pausing, she lifted her hips from the couch and let me tug it
off. I tossed the skirt aside. I was watching Lorie so intently
that I’d completely forgotten the tape that was still rolling.
I was just barely conscious of the sound in the background,
moaning and greedily slurping at stiff cocks. I was too enthralled
with my friends actions to pay any attention. Watching her was
getting me horny as hell myself, and I stood up and slipped out
of my skirt. Lorie smiled when she saw my garter belt and
stockings, and stopped rubbing herself just long enough to
reach over and help me slide my panties down and toss them aside.
I grabbed at the hem of my blouse and yanked it over my head.
My nipples were hard with excitement and stood out over the
lace trim of my pretty half-cup bra. Before sitting down on
the couch again, I grabbed at Lorie’s blouse and pulled it off,
revealing her own beautiful breasts. Lorie’s breasts are somewhat
larger than my own, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to
fondle them. Sitting down next to her, I cupped her left breast
in my palm and started squeezing it gently. With my free hand,
I started rubbing my pussy. I was already soaked, and easily
slid two fingers into my hot slit. I took Lorie’s nipple between
my fingers and slowly rolled it back and forth, tugging gently.
She was moaning softly now, lying back with her eyes closed and
enjoying my efforts. “Oh, Susan,” she moaned. “That feels so good!
Oh, I wish you had a cock so that I could feel you inside me!”
I’d almost forgotten the toy box I’d hidden on the floor.
I immediately reached down and pulled it out and set it on the
coffee table, opening the lid. Lorie stopped to see what I was
doing, and smiled with glee as I began setting my collection of
dildoes and other toys on the table. She immediately grabbed my
largest tool, a 10″ black rubber cock, and started rubbing it
against herself, the shaft parting her pussy lips. She rubbed the
length of the shaft up and down her pink lips until it was soaked
with juice. Then, as I lowered my head for a closer look, she
placed the head at her hole and gently pressed the tip of the
shaft into her. She withdrew it briefly and then pressed forward
once again, this time a little deeper. She slid the shaft in and
out of her steaming pussy, going a but deeper with each stroke,
until she had a good 8 inches inside of her. With almost the full
length inside of her, she paused and began to wiggle her hips,
grinding the rubber cock against her and forcing it yet deeper
inside. As she busily fucked, I reached over and began to rub her
clit with my fingers. I looked up and Lorie was lying back on the
couch, her eyes closed, enjoying every moment and every sensation.
Slowly, tentatively, I moved my mouth closer to her crotch, gently
touching her bush with my tongue. Receiving no protest, I started
to lick the juices that were clinging to her hair, slowly moving
to her clit. She began sliding the huge rubber cock in and out of
her pussy once again, and was moaning softly. “Oh, Susan,” she
muttered. “Oh, that feels so good….ummmm….yes….oh, yes.”
I could tell that my friend was approaching her climax, and before
long I felt her tighten and raise herself up from the couch. She
was moving the dildo in long, hard strokes now, and as she began
to cum, she plunged it into her pussy to the hilt. “Oh, God!” she
screamed. “Oh yes! I’m coming! Ohhhhhhh!” She had a long and
apparently very satisfying orgasm, and after several minutes,
she relaxed and opened her eyes. My tongue was still licking at
her clit, and I eagerly licked up the flood of juice that had
come flowing from her. I moved her hand from the dildo and took
it myself, wiggling it back and forth gently while slowly withdrawing
it from her. When I had removed the wonderful toy, I once again
moved down to her bush and slipped my tongue between her pussy
lips. I’d never eaten another woman’s pussy this way, and it was
making me feel more excited than I’d been in a long time. I licked
her with long strokes of my tongue, eagerly lapping up her
sweet-tasting juices. Surprisingly, she tasted somehow stronger
than my own juices when I licked them from my fingers. I kept
running my tongue up and down between her soft pink lips,
ocassionally darting into her hole and across her clit until
she started moaning once again. “Oh, Susan…that’s so good!
Oh, your tongue feels so nice! I’ve never been eaten like this
before!” It wasn’t long before she tensed once again and I tasted
more sweet, hot juice as she climaxed one more time. She
collapsed on the couch, spent from the excitement, and rested
with her eyes closed for several minutes. The videotape had ended
at some point, but I had no recollection of it. While Lorie
recovered from my attentions, I stood up and reached around to
unfasten my bra. I slipped the cups from my breasts and tossed
the garment on to a chair. Now, clad only in my garter belt and
stockings, I sat next to Lorie and took her in my arms and kissed
her. Our lips met and her tongue lashed out at mine. We embraced
and hugged each other as we kissed. Her soft lips, her smooth
flesh, the very idea of making love to another woman, excited me
to no end. I could feel drops of pussy juice running down my
thighs. “Lorie, would you make love to me? I aksed softly.”
Without a word, she changed positions and placed her head on my
thigh. She reached up with her fingers and started rubbing my
clit lightly, spreading my pussy lips with two fingers. She had
the same rubber cock that she had enjoyed so in her other hand,
and started rubbing the head against me in slow strokes. I
relaxed as I felt the head of the dildo pressing against my
parted lips, and Lorie pressed the shaft slowly into me. It was
large that it almost felt like it would split me apart, but with
a few deft strokes it was inside me. She slowly worked the huge
shaft in and out of me, pushing deeper and deeper into me with
each stroke. My pussy didn’t seem to have the capacity that hers
did, and 8 inches or so was all that I could comfortably
accomodate. It felt so good to get fucked like this by one of my
best girl friends! While she worked the wonderful dildo in
and out of my hot pussy, Lorie reached up and squeezed and
teased my nipples and breasts with her free hand. I love to
have my breasts played with, and her efforts brought me very
close to climax. I felt the pressure beginning to build
inside of me, and in a matter of moments my body shuddered in
orgasm. As soon as the waves of passion subsided, I felt the
hard rubber shaft being withdrawn and replaced by Lorie’s soft
lips and tongue. She licked and nibbled at my soaked pussy like no one
ever had before. Her tongue darted in and out of my hole and
brushed over my clit, sending new waves of pleasure surging
through me. I couldn’t move, but just laid back and enjoyed her
efforts. Suddenly, I felt something new, a slight pressure at the
opening of my tight asshole. Lorie had a slim dildo in one hand
and was pressing it into my anus. My muscles tightened
mometarily, then relaxed as the tip of the shaft penetrated me. I
wasn’t used to taking anything that way, but after the first
shock passed, I found it quite exciting. I did my best to relax,
and soon Lorie had almost 6 inches of the slim plastic shaft
eased into me, and she hardly missed a lick with her tongue. She
slowly worked the dildo in and out of my ass as she ate me, and
the combined sensations were a total delight! Needless to say, it
wasn’t long before I was enjoying my second magnificent orgasm of
the evening. After we’d both had a chance to relax, Lorie rolled
another joint and I fixed us each yet another cocktail. We picked
another video and put it in the machine, lying back on the couch
in a warm embrace and watching as `Little Oral Annie’ came to
life on the screen. It was one of the most magnificent evenings
I’ve ever had, and Lorie and I get together now whenever we have
the chance.

It was three floors up. I was the only man in the place, and I could tell that
this wasn’t a soft workout for chubbies. Every woman there had a body that was
toned like a 64 Rolls. They wore their leotards with the grace of professional
dancers, flowing through the room. Many wore a wide sash of embroidered fabric
around their hips. They smiled at me. I was glad I wore my grey sweats.. they
were loose where it counted. I smiled back.

Donna introduced me as a visitor. The class started, and I knew what the
problem was.. It was a Belly dance class. I’m all man, and I’m no quitter, so
I got in and did the work. Shimmys, pelvic thrusts, everything. I was pretty
good. The instructor said they’d never had a guy come here twice, but maybe I
could be the first. The gleam in her eye was more challenge than I’d seen from
many a tough guy. I gave her my winning smile, and asked when the next class
was. The way the women looked at me as they left, I knew I’d found a winner.

It was about the fourth week. They had a present for me. I opened the paper
and found a black and aqua lycra leotard, footless tights, a jogbra, dancebelt,
wig, and a length of material for a sash. I had to think fast. This was a
test, and if I wanted to keep the respect of these dames I couldn’t fail. I
went behind the curtain, and emerged, fully dressed. I had done the right
thing. I went through the class looking at myself in the mirror. The leotard
was very high cut and the aqua hourglass pattern on the front gave the illusion
of a female figure. The sash filled out my hips.

I was good that night.. better than ever before. My appearance has helped me
lose myself to the dance. I got compliments.. and a few more phone numbers.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Donna talking to the instructor. She walked
me home.

Donna explained that I had a decision to make. I was being offered admission
to the Slata.. the sisterhood. The first man ever. Most of the women in the
class were members.. it was a society that helped others learn the tricks of
Belly Dancing. Problem was, there were rules. I would have to follow the
dress code at classes. Have to learn the rules. Have to make a costume. Have to
perform in public. And have to go through the initiation.

The Sisterhood taught total release of self during dance. You followed the
rules, you lost the hung up you, found your freedom. She came closer to me,
her face begging for my acceptance. That night I was in. In more ways than
one.

The dress code was clear. No hair on your body. Any where. The hot wax smelled
of honey. A few shots of Jack Daniels, and the sting of my pubic hair being
yanked out was just a deadened hum. Proper makeup. Base, contour, rouge,
shadow, liner. My wig was full and frizzy cascading onto my shoulders. Show
your breasts proudly. Well they were just foam latex over silicone, but they
were mine.

The thin lycra stretched tightly over my breasts, high heels clicking on the
terrazzo floor, I began my journey. The first step was across the street, but
I had no idea how far it would take me.

I just stared at myself in that big mirror. I snapped open the front of my
skirt and slipped it off. My legs looked so bare, covered with nude pantyhose.
My balls were taped up into their sockets with moleskin. A ribbon around its
head pulled my penis back between my buttocks. My hairless pubic area showed
under the tight fabric. My hairless armpits were sensitive to the wind, and I
was almost overwhelmed by the scent of my own perfume. I danced. Every ripple
of my body was visible to all. Every eye was on me. I was sexy as hell. I
wanted to rip off my clothes and dance naked for all the women, to open myself
up and take the sexual heat that pounded trough that place into my body. I was
going to writhe and sweat until my muscles couldn’t move anymore. The warmth of
my skin mixed with the strong musk of my perfume.

Did I dance. As they left, a number of women touched me, their long fingers and
bright nails stroking me through the lycra, damp from sweat so it clung as if
it was glued to me. The places where they touched me heated up, hot and
driving.

The chill city air snapped my leotard cool as Donna and I walked across the
street. Follow me, she said and I did. Into the bar across the street, and down
at a booth. We ordered white wine, and I glowed when I saw the red lipstick
mark on my glass. We were seated where I could see myself in the mirror. I
looked fabulous.

Nature calls. We picked up our purses and wiggled back to the loo. The leotard
slid off my body,still with a cling from the sweat. The panty hose rolled
down, and Donna got behind me to release my cock from it’s home. I had gotten
used to the continual excitement of my buttocks rubbing against my helpless
cock, but when it was freed I looked down through my adhesive breasts to see it
stand out free and proud. Donna took it between her long nailed hands. We’re
sisters now, and sisters share everything. Soon my back arched crazily as she
took it in her mouth.

I thought of the men outside nursing their beers. I looked into the cracked
mirror and saw the red nipples of my foam breasts bouncing. The lipstick tasted
creamy as my tongue circled my mouth. I wanted to cry out as she sucked harder,
her tongue in a frenzy, stroking my glans. My calves ached from the tension
pushing against the 4 inch heels. I came for what seemed like hours.

We caught our breath, did what we had to do, put our clothes back on and
checked our makeup. A couple of guys bought us some drinks and got a little
thigh, but we were going home “alone”.

A good costume takes hours of work. Beaded push-up bra with silicone inserts
that make it all look like me. Scanty panties. A heavy girdle..a beaded, coin
bedecked belt that accentuates the movement of the hips. A thin skirt, veils,
and heavy jewelry. Had to pierce my ears, and the heavy earrings pulled at my
lobes.

When I put it on I was another person. Meena. No last name, no family, no real
life, just a beautiful sexy dancer. I danced with my soul, unladen of worldly
worries. I worried about keeping a perfect tan, about keeping my skin supple,
about if I should get a jewel for my navel. I was a creature of the body and
soul, and my intellect drifted along, released from a need to control my every
move.

Donna and I sat home, practicing our dance, sewing beads, or spending hours
practicing sexual techniques from the Kama Sutra. Our hairless oiled bodies
moved too slowly to see as our souls hovered above and watched.

The initiation took all weekend. All of the initiates were stripped naked. We
were to be cleansed fully. Each of us assumed the position of the dog and the
goddess of all came along to cleanse us. From the front of her robe came a
long hollow dildo. She inserted it deep into the vagina of the first initiate,
and shot a quart of soapy, perfumed water deep into her. Her braething became
deep and heavy, panting with the fullness. I felt the woman next to me receive
the cleansing, her body quivering. They lubricated the dildo for me, and it
sank slowly into my anus. My balls were taped inside my body, and my penis hung
below my hairless pubis. I tensed up as it entered, but changed my focus. I was
being entered by the earth, by all. I was being cleansed. My body began to
quiver, and I felt myself coming to the orgasm that Donna had spoken of. The
water was in my bowels, flushing out the impacted debris of this society. I was
cleaned.

We dressed. For me that meant tying my penis back between my buttocks, putting
on a garterbelt, stockings and high heeled sandals, and slipping into a long
fox coat, lifting my long hair over the collar. The satin lining caressed my
skin and caught lightly on the erect nipples of my latex breasts. My long red
nailed fingertips swept through the luxuriant fur. We were going out dressed
like this, ready to bare ourselves to the world. Donna had the Polaroid camera
to snap the flash pictures.

The fur had no closures.. I was all that held it shut. In the back of the cab
I saw the cabbie stare into the mirror. I let the fur slide open, shut it
quickly as the cab swerved across the street. In the mirror I saw my face with
a huge wicked smile showing white teeth outlined in red lipstick.

Our first stop was the mall downtown. It was all but deserted at 2 AM. I opened
my coat wide and Donna snapped a picture. My eyes were bright red dots, my
hairless body was luminescent against the dark lining, and the lights of the
city shone behind me. I exposed myself to the world, showed that I was not
ashamed of my nakedness.. but was in no hurry to get arrested either!

As we walked the satin rubbed against my body touching and caressing my flesh.
We entered a greek resturant. I didn’t check my coat. I had been there before
to awtch the cabaret dancers, but only in my male clothes. Let them stare I
thought.. I am beautiful! The bartenders jaw dropped, but Donna snapped some
picures with my coat open and we moved on. I saw the bouncer stop someone from
following us as we walked away.. Donna had friends.

We got on a subway and rode to the beach. The photos on the subway were
wonderful, and I let my coat hang open and the air come against my hairless
pubis. My finger strayed under Donna’s skirt to her clitroris. It was dark at
the beach, but I felt powerful, and shed my coat as Donna snapped me
sillouetted aginst the reds, golds and purples of the rising sun.

Just looking at the photographs were a powerful turn-on. I fell to my knees and
put my head under Donna’s skirt and ate her hungrily. We had sex on the beach
under my fur, and went home. I had two more days to go to become the first male
sister.

After a few hours sleep, It was time to dress for my first public performance.
We drew a hot scented bubble bath and relaxed. Donna rubbed my tan body down
with perfumed lotion. The tan lines from the bikini to I wore at the tanning
booth were faint but noticeable. Full makeup went on, from deep contour to
tons of eyeliner. My breast forms that had been removed for the bath, but
tonight all the flesh would be my own. I pulled on the beaded bra, and lifted
my breasts so that they would be pushed into place by the silicone inserts.
Donna ran her hands over my newly formed breasts, and i felt a tingle in my
nipples. Usually we have one of these for both holes, Donna smiled, but you
only need one. She inserted a butt plug deep into my anus. My cock was again
imprisoned between my buttocks, lavishly lubricated to ease the constant
friction when I walked. It held the plug tightly. The panties slipped over
all of this, cut so high that the clefts between my legs and hip showed all the
way up. My pubis was smooth and hairless, so nothing peeked out. The
embroidered skirt went over that.. in belly dancing the positions of the legs
are not always attractive, and the skirt conceals as much as it reveals. The 10
pound girdle went on next, weighing down my hips so that every move of them is
accentuated, so you feel the weight bearing down. The veils covered me. I
slipped on a pair of heeled sandals, my toenails painted the same shade as my
lengthened fingernails, and I was ready.

Walking to the studio was different. I felt my buttocks squeeze my cock, and
the butt plug made me squirm.

Our first performance in public was scheduled for a local mall at the height of
day. A stretch limo had been hired to drive us to the mall, and the we piled
in. I was dressed in pink and purple, but with my sisters in orange, red
,green, in all their shades, we were wildly colorful. The limousine smelled of
perfume and the perspiration of our half naked bodies. We swept through the
crowd at the mall, veils flowing behind us, and went to the central stage. My
heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of all of those people watching me
be something that I wasn’t. I was a faker in this outfit of chiffon and silk.
There was a mirrored facade on one of the stores, and I saw four beautiful
women making their way through the crowd. I retreated into my mind and
remembered that I was Meena, lovely dancer whose body and talents were meant to
serve and delight. My body loosened as I relaxed and in my next glance in the
mirror I was walking with the grace and fluidity of one born to dance. I
accepted the heat coming from the audience, accepted their visible desire for
me as my due. I was a sister in the dance. I was the object of their
affection, and I embraced it and it made me strong.

We walked to the stage, and the music started. We danced together, and then
each had a solo. We cheered each other on, and the audience joined in. I was
in in ectasy during my solo. I could feel my penis grow in my cleft, forcing
the butt plug deeper into me. As I forced my hips forward in an age old
pantomime pantomime of sexuality. The audience was my partner, and I could feel
them heating up, twitching and throbbing to my unbridled sexuality. We were one
joined, together. There was the wet feel of semen between my buttocks as I wal
walked off stage.

The walk back to the limo was delicious agony. My sensitive penis was wet by
come, and it tingled with every step I took. My hips swiveled wickedly to
accentuate the stimulation. My breasts heaved with every breath and I longed to
touch someone, to have someone touch me. It was the most delicious foreplay I
had ever had.

In the limo I learned that I wasnt’t the only one to have had an orgasm during
our performance. All of us had. We slid the divider between us and the driver
shut.

Clothes came off. I remember having one woman sitting on my cock, and another
sitting on her face. The smell of musk was unbelievable. My brain was unhooked
from my pulsing body. My hands reached out blindly and found a tender nipple to
stroke. Every time I felt myself starting to come, the rhythm changed. My penis
was a mass of nerve endings, sore and hot. I reached up to gab the hops of the
woman above me, and force her down so my tongue could penetrate her deeper.

There was a chain reaction of orgasm, as four voices cried out together. We
lay together in a crumpled mass, and adjusted our breathing to each other.

The car pulled to a stop. We scurried back into our outfits, all the women
reinserting their dildos with a short gasp. As we walked upstairs to the
studio, we knew that now we were sisters, the four of us, bound through the
dance, and though the basic needs of our bodies.

I could tell by the looks that everyone knew what had happened. I suspected it
wasn’t the first time. The knowing smiles were contagious.

We had performed well, and we would celebrate with a fabulous feast. We were
to serve.

All of our clothes were slowly removed. We were told to lie on plastic covered
tables, and we were given slow delicate sponge baths. The warm water tingled on
my hairless skin. There wad the mild tang of disinfectant in the air. Every
part of me was scrubbed with a natural bristle brush. I relaxed , and let the
many hands touch and soothe me.

We were to serve these foods. We were to be human platters, our clean skin
laden with the many tasty dishes.

The food was brought out. Pots full of spicy stews, meant to be eaten with the
fingers or with pita, warm and fragrant. Cool yoghurt dips, flavored with nuts
and essences. Bowls of prepared fruits in a sweet honey sauce. Creamy farmer
cheeses, soft and spreadable.

Each of these was ladled onto us. The contrast in textures, in temperatures,
started my heart to pound. The scent wafted up to my nostrils. I could barely
lie still.

The dinner was invoked. The room was darkened, lit only by candles. The Sisters
filed in, almost 35 of them, all dressed in ceremonial costumes that barely
covered their breasts and genitalia.

As we opened our mouths, wineskins were held over them, and we were given
drink. The dinner started.

At first I felt many fingers touching my body and lifting the food, but as more
wine was consumed, I felt the fiery tongues scrape off the warm food. Teeth
scraped my breasts lightly as my sisters grasped honeyed fruit in their mouth.
I felt my penis rise, covered with a milky sauce. My breathing speeded to a
deep pant as four or five tongues lapped up the yoghurt. My back arched, and I
heard a cry from the next table. I knew that all of the initiates would be
forced to come. I fought the feelings, but to much wine had been poured down my
throat. As I came many fingers grasped my penis and squeezed every drop of
semen out of it, greatly prolonging the delicious agony of orgasm. Even as I
was coming, they licked, bit and touched my body.

There was no rest. Amidst much giggling they set about to make me come again.
By the time they succeeded I was sore and every nerve ending in my body felt
shrieked with pain and delight.

My knees were trembling and weak as I was helped up and lead to the shower.

I wandered down the hall, smiling and exchanging greetings
with co-workers, wondering how the thin social veneer could still
function when my body and mind were so out of synch with the rest of
the world.

I walked into the coffee room and he was standing there. I
stopped for a moment, knowing how starved I was for him, but unsure if
he felt the same. I’ve never dated anyone I work with, and don’t want
to risk doing or saying anything to spoil my career advancement. But
every time I saw him, it did something to me.

He was tall and well made, with blond hair, blue eyes, and
that Nordic complexion which flushes so easily. He was handsome, so
incredibly handsome. An Adonis. I’d been fantasizing about him for
months.

I walked over beside him, head lowered, eyes peeking over at
the hardening bulge in his slacks. It was as perfect as he was. Long
and thick. I wanted to taste it so bad saliva squirted into my mouth.
I could smell him. No cologne or aftershave, just the clean musk of
his body.

“Hello,” he said softly.

I swallowed hard, afraid my voice would come out hoarse.
Instead it came out husky, sexy, as I replied to his greeting.

I could feel the current which surrounded me reaching out to
include him. Waves of heat streamed from his body, crashing against
me, and my lungs labored to breath under the onslaught.

My hand shook as I filled my cup and added cream. Glancing up,
I saw him looking at me. I dropped my eyes swiftly, feeling the heat
rise in my face and chest, knowing I was blushing, and helpless to do
anything about it.

He said something to me, and the current was so loud in my
ears I didn’t hear.

“What?” I almost whispered.

“I said, are you free for lunch today?” he repeated.

Wild joy flooded me.

“Yes,” I said, shivering.

“Would you have lunch with me? At Jordan’s? One o’clock?”

I nodded, swallowing. He moved away, and very lightly brushed
against my bare arm as he did so. The tiny hairs there stood on end,
and he smiled as he walked away.

I leaned against the counter, shivering with anticipation.

When I was reasonably under control again, I walked back to my
office and sat down before the computer screen. I read the same
paragraph again, and still didn’t know what it said.

a rope leading to the right table leg and her trim white arms pulled and

stretched out in front of her, her narrow wrists tied to ropes leading to

the tables opposite end

legs.

Before being tied, becky had been made to lay over a fat sofa pillow,

placed at the end of the large oak table, and designed to ensure that her

young, tender bottom was raised and the center of focus as one entered

the long room.

The ropes had been tied to allow enough slack for becky to raise her

upper torso some, or to arch her back and push her young bottom cheeks up

and out in a big girl swell if order to.

A large ornamental, beveled mirror on the wall in front of her allowed

her master to view her facial expressions at anytime.

As I walked in to the room, lightly tapping the long supple birch

rod against my black riding boots, a stern look crosses my face. I

looked forward to providing becky with her first real slavegirl whipping.

Becky’s clear blue eyes widen with fear at the sight of the rod. Her

petite, slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous

anticipation of

the feel of that rod across her plump schoolgirl bottom cheeks.

Becky opened her mouth, starting to question….to plead to be let off,

but not a word started before I cut her off sharply…. “Be silent

Becky” I ordered her in a calm voice, “the only sound we are going to

hear this afternoon is the sound of this birchrod skinning your young

bottom….”

I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom cheeks.

Young Becky Larson, 16 years old, a little tramp runnaway from the

streets of Seattle. Robert had seen her often, panhandling money,

hanging out with delinquent boys, intoxicated, or high, slouched up

against the side of some downtown office building, or walking through the

crowd down at the market, looking for tourists from Iowa, or Kansas, with

fat

wallets, and easily distracted by a pretty blond girl in a too short or

too

tight skirt who accidently rubs against them while one of the boys picked

their pockets.

Robert never got over how easy it was, how clean, and sudden and final.

A phone call, some private words and a picture faxed, and now blond

headed, willowy, plump bottomed Becky Larson, a new residient of Cheluna

Mansion.

Becky had been there a week, a long week, long enough to know better

then to hesitate at a Master’s command, and long enough to know better

then to refuse a request.

I set the long whippy birchrod down and gently caressed Becky’s pretty,

open- expressioned face, poking my finger in her small mouth, enjoying

the sensation of her soft lips and gentle tongue wetting my fingers as I

slowly pistoned them in and out. I withdrew my finger, smearing her

saliva across her lips, making them shine.

“I’m very unhappy with you Becky, very disappointed,” I tell

her in a low soft voice, ” I thought I had taught you better…”

I walked around the end of the table and was confronted with the

exciting double cheekswell of this trim bottomed girl strapped over for

discipline.

I wasted no time in flicking the end of the birch rod under Becky’s

little schoolgirl skirt, and flipping it up on to her back. There it

was, that robust, plump little ass I had seen straining against her tight

slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week.

The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with

the plump fullness of becky’s rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by

her bent posture..

I took the tail of Becky’s skirt and tucked it up under the thick

leather waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her white

panties and slowly lowered the material, watching her ass flesh compress

and then roll out from under the desending material.

I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as

Becky’s ass was, once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to

my view.

I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky’s firm teenage bottom

and sat down right behind her, letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat

fullness of her rear cheeks.

God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent’s trim white ass,

just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of

the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of

my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained, her

trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table.

Becky’s soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her

schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enforced posture.

Becky’s legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight

heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in

the palm of my hands, each small bottom cheek occupying one of my warm

palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the

movement of my hands, smiling at the soft protest of this indignity

uttered by becky.

I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white

expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and

taste of her milky white hillocks.

I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time

for that later, for studying and mapping…….with my mouth, my tongue,

my lips…. learning about every inch of that exciting fleshy bottom.

Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave

girl discipline designed to ensure compliance with her master’s wishes

in the future.

I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to

the side and watching Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms

pulling against the restraints tied tightly around each wrist.

I smile as I hear becky in the background start to plead, no doubt

asking for another chance, but my mind was fully occupied with the plump

full ass now contorting in a lewd dance over the table top.

I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand,

swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with my other and relishing

the sound the fine instrument made..

“You’ll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what’ll happen

if you don’t…”,

I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into

her mouth.

“If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will

be increased ten-fold. Do you understand me Becky ?”

Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.

I take a few steps back, standing to the right of becky, and bring

the whippy-ended birchrod up sharply and step forward, bring the rod

through the air sidewayswith a backhanded motion, and deliver a fine cut

low down across becky’s straining asscheeks.

WHIP!!!!!

The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl’s bottom

cheeks, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls

hard against her restaints, her curly blond pig-tails flying in to the

air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs tensed and her bottom

cheeks compressing hard, and then bounding up.

I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor

of Becky’s bottom cheeks, tensing and shifting, her hips contorting over

the top of the fat pillow cushion.

” Keep your chubby little backside quite still for it Becky….push

those hips back up over that pillow you young tramp…..”

………. WHIP

………………….. WHIP …………….. WHIP……….

I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky’s

young tender bottom flesh, the rod singing through the air, the impacts

sounding like pistol shots as they meet Becky’s churning white bottom

flesh.

……………. WHIP….

.another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across becky’s ass, aimed

low, and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound

legs, and letting the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod ride up, just

catching her across the puppy fat fuller cheekswell low down on her

bottom.

Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, then a series

of fast paced loud objections, her pretty blond head turning from side

to side

rapidly, her mane sweeping across the

polished oak table top, her knees trying to draw up and rubbing

against each other under the leather binding strap.

I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying

the sight of the angry red lines now starting to grow against the white

background of her plump bottom cheeks.

Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom halves, squirming

across the top of the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed

quivereings.

Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as

the straps would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like a

bride

inviting her lover to take her bottom in a fit of honeymoon passion.

” I’m going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly

is broke to the bridal….

……….. WHIP………. WHIP……..I gave her two hard brisk strokes

across the plump center of her shaking ass cheeks…..

“I’ll have obedience from you …… WHIP ………becky.”

.”…………bend tighter, I want a full bottomed

cheekswell……….WHIPWHIP………. you chubby bottomed little

tease………….”

… WHIP………. WHIP……two more stinging reminders, delivered down

low, across the fatter cheekswell of becky’s bottom lobes….

” we have all afternoon becky, no interruptions…” … WHIP!!!………..

WHIP!!!.

…….”.when I am finished with you…we’ll have an obedience

test…becky..”..

WHIP!!!………… WHIP!!!

Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost

in a haze of erotic discipline. My cock was straining against the rough

fabric of my wool trousers, and my breathing was coming in large gulps,

sucking giant mouthfuls of air in to

my lungs as I let the rod fall across the middle of Becky’s girlish white

cheekswell.

“Better get use to this

Becky………..WHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!…………..use to slavegirl discipline”

“You’ll have master’s who enjoy whipping little tramps like you……”..

…….WHIPWHIPWHIPWHIP!! …..three hard whips on the back of becky’s

trim slender thighs….!

“slavegirl whippings and ……WHIP………….. slavegirl sex up that

tight little bottom of yours…..” WHIP……. WHIP……

I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Becyk’s

welted and contorting bottom cheeks. Becky, crying into her panty gag,

her small shoulders shaking a little with each sob.

She couldn’t keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down, trying to

climb over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing

hard in to the floor as the fire like stripes work their way deep intothe

plump flesh of her trim little 16 year old asscheeks..

I lean forward and run my hands over her chubby welted bottom lobes,

feeling the heat radiate from her stripped rear flesh. I lean in to her

ass, rubbing my cheeks against her soft bottom, feeling Becky flinching

at the slight touch of my face….feeling the warmth of her whipped bottom

cheeks.

I turn my head, and pursing my lips, I start place gentle, soft,

pouting, kiss-kisses, tracing across the burning welts, my lips enjoying

the warm red marks on her tender bottom flesh.and becky’s small jumps and

quiverings as my lips touched her tender rear flesh.

..”Ahhhhh, you mark beautifully becky…..”.

I push my chair back a little and look at the back of her sunkissed

thighs. The white surface marked with 8 or 10 narrow red lines where just

the end of the whippy birchrod had snapped across the back of her trim

bound legs.

I kissed her there, kissing slowly down the back of her thighs, slowly

down the right thigh, kissing and making gentle licking swipes with my

tongue along the narrow red lines, then more of my lips, mouthing her

trim tanned legs, down, all the way down until I reached the black leather

ties around her knees.

I start low and work my way back up Becky’s other leg, gently kissing

the soft

tender flesh, licking and making little sucking sounds as I taste her

suntanned skin, marked with the effects of the whip welts.

I return to becky’s warm bottom flesh, kissing her right cheek in small

little circles, kiss-kissing gentle little bumble bee buzz kisses in

tight little circle motions across her bottom cheeks, feeling her bottom

cheeks flinch with each soft burning kiss..

…then little…. nipping kisses, now, capturing her soft bottom flesh

for a mere instance between my teeth….now…sharp lover’s kisses,

snapping little nips using my teeth, up and down and across her warm

stripped ass flesh

…..running my tongue, held flat and soft and wet across the

wider expanses of her ass where it was swelled out the most, licking her

bottom flesh like an ice creme cone with broad flat tongue strokes…

.then kissing again, little circles of kisses…..my lips hard and

unyeilding…fast hard kisskissing on top of her bottom, rapidly covering

her …kisskissing cheek to cheek…my hand, running up between her bound

legs, feeling the satin smooth skin of her inner thighs,

kisskissing her bottom flesh, my hand finding her soft woman fold,

playing with her with my thumb, between her pussy lips…kissing her

bottom hard….bigger circle kisses…

I slowly start to expand the little circle, bigger and bigger circle

kisses, covering her tender rear flesh now with wet, full mouthed, big

lipped kisses,

licking my way across her bottom flesh, my lips wet across the soft

surface of her cheeks, tracing my tongue across her, leaving a trail of

my wet lust across her plump bottom.

I shift slightly, and unbutton my trousers. My cockhead snakes out of

the vent of my pants and rests lightly against becky’s trim lower thigh.

I lean forward and start kissing her left cheeks, feeling Becky flinch

at the softest poutpouts I was delivering. My other hand is now busy

rubbing small circular patterns over her warm, tender, right ass lobe,

I’m raking small handfuls of her ass flesh between my fingers and

squeezing a little, feeling the warm flesh well up betwen my splayed

fingers, contracting and releasing my hand in gentle squeezes,

squeezesqueeze

then kisskiss…squeezesqueeze ………kisskiss..

..then letting go of her bottom cheek and running the edge of my thumb

between her bottom halves, trailing my thumb down her bottom groove,

letting my thumb linger for a moment on top

of her anal bud, still kisskissing her other cheek…my mouth wet and my

lips big, soft….

feeling the damp warmness of her hidden valley, becky flinching as my

thumb edge touches her anus……

I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek’s ass flesh in

to my mouth, sucking her bottom flesh right up in to my mouth, holding it

and worrying it with my teeth,

her plump rear flesh…. between my teeth….. giving her captured

bottom flesh smarting nips that cause her to shake and buck over the

pillow roll..

I pull my head back and breathing hard, look at the double cheekswell of

young Becky Larson, the schoolgirl slave, her young ass welted and

streaked with the results of a slave girl whipping, wet and with little

red marks where my lips, my mouth had kissed her….

Young Becky Larson, flinching and swishing over top of the fat sofa

roll, ….her misfortune to possess such an exciting rear

view, destined to be trained as a pleasure girl, serving masters that

enjoy testing their whips across a sassy young girl’s bottomcheeks,

I lean forward again, fondling and fiddling with her ass, kissing and

sucking mouthfuls of her exciting warm, soft bottom flesh between my

lips, tasting her….murmuring to her to push her bottom up, to show me

an exciting big girl swell , push her hips back into me..

…….I’m nipping her along the fuller lower cheeks with my teeth,

capturing this puppy ffat skin and making small circles with the tip of my

tongue around the flesh held gently between my teeth,……..

now..

……..dropping my head down further, running the hard pointed tip of my

tongue along the crest right under her bottom cheeks, at the top of her

leg, where she swells and her leg

meets the overhang of her girlish ass..exploring the crease of her

overhang with my warm hard tongue.

I part Becky’s asscheeks and placed the littlest softest warm pouting

butterfly kisses all up and down along the inside of her rear cheeks, slow

fluttering kisses, one little kiss then stopping,

then an inch down and another light butterfly kiss just inside her

open bottom lobe….First inside one cheek, then turning my head and

a pouting little butterfly kisses on the inside of the other cheek..

……god, my head is spinning… I’m lost in a sea of white bottom

flesh……

..I start mounding her ass cheeks up in my clenched hands, squeezing the

cheeks in from the side as I continue to kiss her inside her fat bottom

lobes, then switching……… side to side….squeezing her bottom lobe

fat to my

face….then kisskiss , squeeze.. .kisskissing.. .plumping one lobe

then

the other, my head, my lips turning fast in time with me plumping her

ass

….kissing becky now all up and down inside both

lobes….kisskisssqueeze…..

…..plumping her bottom and kisskissing her …….

…… I rear my head up, turning my attention back to her full swelled

plump bottom, now taking giant mouthfuls of her plump rear cheekskin

in to my lips, sucking her bottom flesh in to my open wet mouth very

hard,

sucking as much of becky’s ass flesh between my open mouth as I can.

..hard.sucking….giant mouthfuls of her bottom cheeks,,,..

becky bucking her hips, trying to turn away from this lewd use of her

bottom………letting my open mouth and my soft lips travel across her

expanded ass cheeks…….

using my teeth to nibble across her swelled plump bottom orbs like I was

eating corn on the cob….nibbling straight across from one cheek to the

other in a straight line, capturing her rear cheekskin between my teeth

just

for an instance…nipnip…then right on across…nipnipping …..across

both twitching lobes…..then dropping down an inch and nibbling becky

back across the other way……turning my head sideways, and nipping up

and down becky’s young rear mounds…

…….now, my lips again soft and moist….traveled kissingly across

every wonderful inch of the her welted teenage bottom flesh, I’m musing

and nuzzling her across the plump womanly underswell of her rear mounds,

feeling them jiggle a little with her protests…..

I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her

femnine flesh and start kiss-kissing her puffy girlflesh gently…up and

down her pussy lips, now and then swiping my tongue between her pussy

lips, tasting becky, smelling her dampmness, until Becky is flinching

her legs, and I can hear small gasps escaping from her lips.

I spread her warm red bottom globes, holding them apart and blew a

little gentle breeze across her exposed rear flower.

Becky let out a muffled whinny at feeling the cool air circulate across

her exposed anus…………

I ignored her protest, holding her bottom cheeks hard apart, pushing my

lips in between her open bottom cheeeks, …….quite mad with lust now,

I pucker my lips full, wetting them with my tongue, and start placing

lickety-lick wet mouthed kisses on the top of her tender exposed anal bud.

” oh god becky…you ass”…..kisskissing……”did your boyfriend play

with you like this becky………” …..kisskissing, pouting wet

kisses……”…..did you let him play with your ass becky”……”.push

that bottom

out”

……kisskiss….”no shyness now……I bet alot of men have wanted you

like this..

….wanted to play with your bottom becky”….kISSKISSING……….”does

that shock.you..” kisskiss….”plump bottomed becky”… ..more ..warm wet

mouthing of her tight little bud…..kissing, gentle sucks…..and pouting

lipped kissing…… Becky is clenching her little white bottom cheeks,

her ass contractions pressing against the side of my face, now resting

between her cheeks, she

protests from behind her panty gag, humiliated, embarrassed, shocked a

man would hold her bottom cheeks open, putting wet soft kisses right on

top of her dark little vortex,

embarrassed at this use of her body, even after the whipping, still

objecting to this lewd assult

on her most private of spots.

Her legs jerk in suprise and I can feel her torso rear up as I swiped

the tip of my tongue across her tight anal flower.

“Push that bottom right out Becky……..kisskissing…… I murmer to

her……

..”.I want a big girl swell to those bottomcheeks”..

……….kiss….kisskiss….

…….” do it now becky” I panted, my breathing ragged…

.”or do you want “…..pout kissing…. . “want more”

……kisskisskiss………..

.. “of the birchrod….”

I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further,

intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I

was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl’s

bottom.

I let my lips poutpout again across her dark vortex, very tenderly and

slowly letting my warm wet wide open lips lay outlined around her dark

flower, my moist breath condensing on her bottom opening….and then ever

so slowly would bring my lips together… softly, warm, gentle caresses

with my lips …..then letting the tip of my tongue tickle her private

spot, softly closing my wet lips across

the top of her anus…. pouting gently kisses on her tight rear

dimple…my

tongue just touching her tender bud as my lips held soft and moist close

over

her.

my lips pursed and releasing….holding becky’s warm raised cheeks in the

palm of my hands while my lips and mouth map her…bunching her white

bottom flesh against the side of my face…compressing her in to my face

as i tickle her

anal opening with my tongue…my warm breath breezing across her bottom

opening…. …I started making my tongue pointy, and flicking her quickly

across her

anal flower……….then again pursing my lips and settling down for very

long soft wet intimate kissess.

I pull back and can see my cock, straining with lust, its head large and

angry, the stem solid and standing away from my trouser vent at a 45

degree angle.

I get up from my chair and look at Becky’s face, turned sideways, her

damp, tear filled eyes clear to me in the the mirror. She has a

questioning look, wondrering if that is all, has her master’s lust been

satisfied.

I smile.

“You didn’t think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely

satisfy me did you?”,

I laugh, drunk on desire, this young blond who I had secretly followed

down 5th avenue every night afterwork, timing her

comings and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little

schoolgirl ass under some too tight cotton shorts, young becky larson,

who I had walked behind in the shops at the farmner’s market, my hands

in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I watched her

bottom cheeks shift and sway, in her thin denim jeans…..hoping to catch

her bending over some stall table, reaching across a table, her trim ass

cheeks pushed back…

no, my lust, my obsession with young Becky Larson would last for awhile,

would last for as long as she was allowed to remain at Cheluna

Mansion, until some master called for her and one night she would be

gone…..taken to who knows where……

” Oh, no Becky….I haven’t forgotten what you refused me this

morning…..”

Becky lets out a loud muffled protest, pleading with her eyes. She is

making small mewing sounds from behind the panty gag, trying to beg ,

trying to convey how much she doens’t want this……

I undo the top button on my trousers and let them drop to the floor, my

cock now standing straight and hard and angry….fully exposed to the

bound schoolgirl,,,,

I pull a small tube of lubricant from my coat pocket, and smear a light

sheen of the lubricant up and down my penis head, watching becky’s eyes

follow the movement of my hands across my fully erect cock in the

mirror reflection.

I coat the end of my finger and push them between becky’s parted

asscheeks, running my goo coated finger up and down between her clenching

warm chubby bottom halves.

Becky’s rear mounds clench hard as I find her anus and lightly traced

small soft circles all around the little ridges that lined her anal bud.

She gasped as I slowly insert my finger in to her bottom, first just

the tip, crossing her tight opening, then slowly making her take more and

more of my warm goo coated finger up her backside.

I start to slowly frigging her teenage backside with my finger, pushing

my

finger in slowly, feeling the tight anal ring expand over the thicker part

of my finger, then letting it slide back out, till just the tip was

inside her bottom. I’d gently push an inch of my coated finger in to her,

then let it slide back out, then two inches, and let it slide back

out….watching becky tense her legs, her white bottom cheeks swishing a

little from side to side, and her knees rubbing together….

I would slowly push my finger in her and gently turn and twist it…small

ahlf circles while fully up her backside….my finger worrying

her little tight ring, and then slowly start

working my finger in and out of her tensing bottom, pushing now till it

was all the way in, up

so snug and full in her backside…reliving night time fantasies for this

girl that had occupied me for months…..

I started to more quickly frig becky’s tight little bottom, pushing more

of my index finger into her anus, pumping my finger in and out in a slow

deliberate motion, working her little bottom ring with small twists as I

pushed in, then pulling out at a faster pace, feeling Becky jerk alittle

as I tuned my hand over, this way and that, twisting my finger in a

small rotation while I held it deeply enbedded in Becky’s bottom.

I could hear small urgent “ohhhhs and Ahhhhhs and nooos” coming from

this captured girl’s panty filled mouth, caught betwen the humiliation of

having her bottom so openly and unabashly played with…an object of

simple lust…..openly frigged with a man’s warm wet gooey finger, and

the arousal now starting to overtake her outrage. I pull my finger all the

way out, watching Becky’s opening go suddenly small.

I stand up and push my self forward, my erect cock laying in the

warmth of Becky bottom divide, letting the head of my penis loll in

between the globes of her ass, savoring the moment; knowing how tight its

going to be and revelling in the humiliation this young schoolgirl is

about to receive.

I start to slowly push the head of my penis past her small tight anal

ring,

holding my breath, the veins on my forhead showing with the starin of my

effort,

Becky’s muffled cries are becoming louder as the pressure builds and

the humiliation of her anal deflowering starts.

It was during this photo session that I realized that “G” was a
true submissive and was able to satisfy my dominate personality. I
placed my slave in several exposing poses and ensured that her
posture and position displayed her sexuality and humility to full
advantage.

As slave “G” passed her first test with unique enthusiasm I
decided to test her level of pain endurance and obedience. She
was bound to the bed, face down at wrists and ankles by white cords.
She was instructed to request each stroke of the whip, count it’s
number out loud, and thank her master after each stroke. The whip
strokes where light initially but soon progressed to forcefully,
strategically placed, strokes of pain. Could the slave follow in-
structions and yet maintain control over her feelings and emotions?
Did she have the endurance that I required? Slave “G” performed
remarkably well for her first experience with discipline. She was
able to ask for and tolerate several strokes of the whip thus con-
firming my belief that she truly accepted her status as a sexual
slave.

During this discipline session I was stimulated by the sight of her
naked buttocks squirming at the kiss of each whip stroke and the
resulting marks of discipline that were engraved upon her cheeks. This
visual conformation of her punishment session was also recorded on film
so that the session could be recalled after it faded from my mind.
After reviewing the photographs that had been taken I decided to record
the next session on videotape for a more realistic review and critique
of her performance. I set up the equipment in the living room and
called my slave to position in front of the camera. I had her kneel on
the sofa, facing the wall with her ass toward the camera and bound her
wrists to fixtures spaced on the wall. As I stood back to appraise my
slave’s appearance I could see the sexual excitement of the moment in
her posture and conduct. Slave “G” was stimulated by the situation and
was eager yet apprehensive of what was to follow.

I probed her body and toyed with her ass, cunt and breasts for
several minutes and took her to the brink of orgasm several
times only to stop and not allow her sexual relief. Slave “G”
soon realized the total control that I maintained over her. Her
twisting and quivering body only served to amplify the
frustration she was suffering at my control. Soon she was
begging for relief and this became an excellent opportunity to
take my slave to new situations and experiences that she would
be required to endure as a sex slave.

I gave slave “G” several strokes of the whip while fettered to
the wall and then released her only to bind her to an ottoman in
front of the camera. She was on her belly with her wrists bound
behind her back and her legs spread wide. I used the whip again
on her ass and left the marks of slavery engraved. She was told
that she would be given to others to use as they saw fit if she
did not perform to my satisfaction. The video camera recorded
the events of a new slave in training and her attempt to please
her master. Slave “G” was able to accept several strokes of the
whip and count each one even as her ass was rebounding from the
pain. At the conclusion of the whip session I was extremely
happy that slave “G” had proved herself so well and was also
sexually stimulated by the realization that I now owned a truly
submissive sex slave. My sexual relief was also a test for my
newly acquired slave. Was she able to suck cock while bound and
without the use of her hands ? Could she swallow a full load of
her masters cum without gagging or creating a mess? Slave “G”
again responded in a truly subservient manner and sucked my cock
until I shot my load deep into her throat . Despite her efforts,
slave “G” was unable to swallow my full load and after leaving
my cum on her face I proceeded to punish her with another
whipping and realized that cock sucking would require more
effective training before I was satisfied with her performance.
The video tape was used to critique her performance and point
out the areas that she needed to improve upon.

My business soon required my transfer to another part of the
country and it became obvious that slave “G” was soon to make a
lifelong commitment to slavery or depart her masters company.
Being a true submissive and having found a new lifestyle that
gave her the discipline that she longed for, slave “G” followed
her master to his new environment. It was at this time I
realized my responsibility as a master and that my newly
acquired slave would need a set of rules to live by and follow
if I was to continue to enjoy her devotion to me. I developed
the rules for slavery and had slave “G” read them aloud. She was
to acknowledge them by her signature to a slave oath and
contract thus making a lifelong commitment to her master that
she would perform her duties without question or hesitation.
Throughout this early period in the new surroundings slave “G”
was frequently tested and disciplined. I developed new bondage
devices such as leather wrist handcuffs.

I decided to train slave “G” to become accustomed to severe
temperature changes to her body. Slave “G” was bound to the bed
by her wrists and ankles and I toyed with her cunt and nipples
until she was begging for release and orgasm. I then used ice
cubes rubbed over her nipples and pussy to make her accustomed
to the cold. The agony of this training was evident in her body
manipulations and facial expressions. I soon placed a few ice
cubes in her cunt and allowed her to melt the cubes with her
natural body heat. I also desired to train slave “G” to accept
the discomfort of heat. To effect this goal I used two methods
of subjecting slave “G” to heat. The first and most erotic was
the use of hot wax dripped from a burning candle. This method is
very effective since the slave is allowed to watch the candle
burn. I would drip the wax on slave “G”’s breasts and ass and
would vary the distance from the skin to adjust the temperature
from stimulating to painful. It was also exciting to sit back
and gaze upon the splotches of hardened wax stuck to her nipples
and belly. The other training method I employed was the use of
Ben-Gay ointment on slave “G”’s nipples, ass, and crotch. This
method is an extremely effective punishment since the effects
are long lasting and tortuous. Ben-Gay may also be used while
you take your slave out in public but do not desire to cause a
public spectacle. With slave “G”, just the threat of such
punishment will extract a most humble attitude and desire to
please.

My next training session with slave “G” was designed to test her
desire for others to witness her status and to test her
willingness to appear in public as a slave. I had slave “G”
dress in her slave outfit; hose, heels, and garter belt and sent
her to the corner store for some personal items. since it was
cold and snowing I allowed slave “G” to wear a long coat but it
could only have the top two buttons buttoned.

This was not a difficult test but it did prove embarrassing for
slave “G” as the coat fell open and exposed her bare legs and
cunt as she climbed out of the car. Once inside the store, slave
“G” was required to wait in line to pay for the purchases and
the mere thought of her nakedness under the coat was sufficient
to cause her to return to the car, her cunt dripping wet. I’m
sure the men in the store were able to identify the sexual odor
that the slave was giving off. When slave “G” returned to the
car she had difficulty getting in without her coat falling open
and displaying her cunt to those parked next to us. Although
embarrassed due to her exposure slave ” G” was willing to do
what ever her master desired.

The next project I decided to attempt was to pierce slave “G”’s
nipples and cunT. I felt that this would be an excellent gift
from my slave and at the same time serve a useful purpose and
provide an erotic physical adornment to her body. I told slave
“G” that I wanted her nipples pierced first, then when I was
satisfied I would have her cunt done so that a small gold chain
could be attached to any or all of the piercings and I could lead her
by the chains. I decided that the easiest method would be to use self
piercing earrings and have slave “G” wear them until the tissue was
healed. I took slave “G” to a local jewelry store and had her
purchase the earrings and at the same time I instructed her to
purchase a gold ankle chain with the word “SLAVE” engraved upon
it. I was sure that the combined purchases would cause slave “G”
some embarrassment. The clerk at the store asked slave “G” a
second time what she wanted engraved upon the ankle chain and
then looked at her with the knowledge of slave “G”’s status as a
bondage sex slave. When slave “G” returned home I had her change
into her slave outfit and placed the ankle chain upon her left
ankle. She was instructed that it was never to be removed, for
it was to be a constant reminder of her slavery. Next, I had
slave “G” place the earrings upon her nipples and told her to
look at her self in the mirror. As I stood behind her and
commented on the erotic nature of her jewelry I also felt her
cunt and noticed that the ring s indeed had an erotic effect
upon my slave. Unfortunately the rings did not exert sufficient
pressure to pierce the nipples and I was left with only visions
in my mind of my slave standing before me with gold rings
attached to her nipples and a thin gold chain dangling from
them. I decided to use this failure as a test of my slave’s
devotion to her lifestyle. I told slave “G” that she was to
pierce her own nipples as an act of love and devotion to her
master. She accepted this task and collected the needle and
alcohol necessary for the task. At this time I had to depart due
to my job but told slave “G” that I expected to come home to a
slave with pierced nipples in a few months. This task was slave
“G”’s downfall. She was unable to find the courage necessary to
make this total commitment to her master. I guess that I will be
forced to carry out the piercing or send her to a professional
to have the task completed. I wonder if slave “G” is willing to undergo
the pain and embarrassment of having another complete the task?

*****THE END*****

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.

This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
and blonde next to me were both down to panties and I was buff-naked. My
turn came just as Ted swapped decks, saying it was time for the “REALLY ADULT”
cards! (Thanks old buddy! Thanks a bunch!)

I was suprised when he read the card. Ted had a whole new deck of cards
(all were hand made anyhow), and some of these had some really ‘open’ actions
for the players. My card was; ‘Pick any player or players and do something
very arousing for the other players for five minutes. You can have 30 seconds
to discuss it once you choose your partners’. I looked at Ted and he judged
that I could pick up to two players to participate with me, beyond that it
would have to arouse the rest of the people there. The big breasted blonde
leaned over and whispered in my ear and I smiled at her. “I need one other
gal” I said, and the redhead’s volunteered like a shot. We huddled together,
Kelly bouncing over to ask Ted’s opinion about a rule (removing clothes –
it was ok now), and we made our plans.

Kelly knelt on the floor, close to the sofa, her head about a foot from
the knees of another nude blonde with a partially shaved pussy. Jennifer
came alongside and I knelt behind Kelly, hard and ready. Jennifer rubbed
Kelly’s ass, her head bending over to lick at my flagpole while she asked me
if I really wanted to fuck this blonde.
“Would you like to fuck her pussy nice and hard?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes” I said.
“Yes what?” Jennifer teased, her tounge barely touching my rod.
“I’d like to fuck her pussy, nice…and HARD.”
“Would you like to cum inside her?” Jennifer teased again, licking towards
my cock as I tried to reply.
“Yesss.. I’d like to cum deep inside her pussy.”
“I’m going to guide you into her…make you move with my hands…fuck her
with your body…your cock.” Jennifer said. Her voice was very even and she
sounded like she was describing cooking a meal or something equally dull.
Kelly sat there, Jennifer’s hands running around her ass, between her legs,
and over her back. Her big tits were hanging straight down, her ass arched
up to receive my cock if it ever got there. Looking around the room, several
very prominent hard-ons were in evidence, some with female hands around them.
Everywhere I looked, nipples were hard and erect, even in the warmth of the
room. Jennifer had moved Kelly’s panities aside, exposing a wet slit for my
cock. Almost no one could see that, but knew that Kelly still had her panties
on (and most were waiting for them to come off).
“Oooo. You’re sooo hard!” Jennifer said, stroking my cock with her fingers.
“I’ll bet you really want to fuck her good now!”
“Yessss. Really nice and hard!” I moaned back.
“Mmmmm.” Jennifer teased again. “Why don’t I put you against her pussy with
just her panties in the way?”
She pulled my cock forward, placing the head directly on Kelly’s bare slit,
holding me from pushing forward. She moved my cock up and down against the
girl’s slit, making us both moan.
“I bet if I let go, you’ll push right through her panties and fuck her hot
dripping pussy really hard won’t you?” Jennifer hissed. “Rip right through
her panties to fuck her wet, dripping cunt!”
“Ohhh GOD!” I moaned. “Let me fuck her!”
She let go dramatically, her hands raised by her shoulders as she said,
“YES. FUCK HER PUSSY! Slam into her!” and she pushed on my ass hard.
I slipped into Kelly’s wet cunt, sliding my cock easily all the way into
her wet hole. She gave a loud gasp when I pushed, and Jennifer’s showman-
ship continued.
“Ohhhh Jesus! Right through her fucking panties! Jesus you’re so hard!”
Buried to the hilt, I looked up at a sultry brunette, her fingers were
dancing on her clit while her boyfriend pinched her nipples. He was jacking
himself, eyes wide on us.
Jennifer’s hands pulled and pushed on my hips, making me pump in and out
of Kelly’s wet cunt. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon I needed
help and was slamming against the blonde’s ass in blind lust. Jennifer’s
words echoed in my brain.
“Ohhhh yeaah! Make her big tits bounce!” She hissed, “Make her cum with
that cock shoved up her cunt!”
I gazed around the room, seeing one gal sucking off her boyfriend, her
head turned to watch us. Ted had some brunette astride his lap, his hands
cupping her tits. Donna was getting her pussy licked by some guy, watching
us and tweaking her nips. My eyes found Jennifer, next to us. She was on
her knees, sitting back on her heels, one hand was fingering her pussy, the
other busily fondling her tits. Kelly was thrusting back at me hard and
fast, and I could feel her contract around my cock, her own orgasm starting.
I watched Jennifer as I fucked Kelly, slamming into her rough and hard.
Kelly began to come, moaning and holding back against me. I kept on pounding
her, raising up and grabbing her hips.
I looked up and saw that Donna’s eyes were closed, her orgasm arriving as
her partner kept tounging her. I felt my own boiling semen rising in my cock
and felt myself about to come. Almost everyone was involved in some sort of
carnal activity now, not just us. The brunette was approaching her orgasm,
still jacking her boyfriend. I pulled out of Kelly, and stood, turning to
Jennifer, her hand pumping her pussy, her eyes glazed over.
“Here baby…” I said, holding my cock to her, “You wanted me to cum!”
I put my cock against the side of her face, pointing down, and she moaned
as Kelly’s wetness made it slide against her cheek. She’d just stuck out
her tounge to lick at it when I started coming.
Hot, thick, white cum spurted onto her face, splashing against the side of
her tounge. I crouched lower, and spurted again, washing her chest and her
right tit with hot cum. She started licking at my cock, her hand jerking
against her own orange bush madly. The third or fourth spurt landed a thick
gob of cream on her left nipple, and her other hand quickly rubbed it over
her tit. I grabbed her head and guided her mouth to my cock, spurting three
more times into her mouth. She moaned loudly around the mouthful, her hand
moving sporadically against her cunt. When she finished, she released my
cock, and leaned back, spreading her legs in front of her.
Kelly had been getting herself off watching and now bent down to lick the
white drops of cum from Jennifer’s right tit. Jen and I looked around and
she saw a guy trying to jack off onto a gal’s small breasts while she sat
there letting another blonde lick her pussy. Jen smiled at them, and issued
some encouragement.
“Oooooo yeah! Shoot your jizz all over her!” She smiled. “It feels sooo
good when you cum on our tits!”
We watched as he unloaded about a gallon of sperm onto her tits, some of
it running down her stomach to be licked up by the blonde. The gal took
the guys cock and sucked him dry while rubbing his cream all over her tits.
Kelly saw Jennifer rubbing her clit while watching, so she took her turn.
“Lay back and spread your legs you horny slut!” She hissed at Jennifer.
Jennifer promptly laid back and Kelly bent the girl’s legs back, turning
her pussy straight up. I watched her eat redhead pussy, my cock returning
to hardness again.
Some gal behind me moaned, and I saw her begin fucked by her boyfriend
while a gal licked her tits, and she sucked another guy. She was trying to
make the guy come in her mouth without success, so I moved over to help her
get him off. I sat next to them on the floor and said loudly enough for all
of them to hear me “Ohhh yeah! Suck him off! You’d love to feel him cum in
your mouth wouldn’t you?”
“UmmmmmmHmmmm” was her reply.
“You want to taste his hot cum flooding your mouth…thick creamy cum in
your mouth…dripping down your chin…onto your tits…all over your face!”
“Urrrmmmmmm!”
“Ohhh suck his cock. He’s gonna cum right in your mouth! Watch you try
to swallow the gallon of hot jism…hear you drinking his cum!”
“Ohhhhh yeaaaahh!” The guy moaned, his hips shaking.
“Urggurglll” she moaned too as he shot his sperm into her mouth.
I watched her swallow most of his cum, some shining on her lips as he
pulled out and collapsed next to her. I turned my attention back to Kelly
and Jennifer, still on the floor.
I moved back and pulled Kelly from Jen’s pussy, kissing her long and hard,
tasting Jen’s cum on the blonde’s lips and tounge. Then I started to lick
Jen’s dripping cunt too. Her legs came down around me, and she started to
pleade with me.
“Nooo!” She moaned. “Don’t eat me…Fuck me! Get your cock in me!”
I moved up and positioned myself, her fair legs encircling my hips. Kelly
moved up and sat over Jen’s face. As I slid my cock into her sopping pussy,
I heard Jen moan.
“Yesss. Let me lick you too.” She said to Kelly.
As we slipped into our carnal world, Jen’s legs urged me faster and deeper
into her. Her hips rocked against me, twising and lifting, a motion I’d never
felt before. We fucked each other hard, her hands were pulling the blonde’s
bush against her face, her tounge and lips making wet noises. On and on,
deeper and harder, faster. Quickly I felt my come rising again, and knew
that I’d have to slow down or come. Jennifer didn’t let up. She wanted my
cock pounding her, fucking her. Kelly leaned forward and kissed me, and I
cupped her sweaty breasts, feeling them over. I whispered to her and she
grinned.
Kelly got off of Jen, pulling her up to her large tits. Jen’s head was
in her lap, almost like a baby’s, sucking the large nipples. I was still
slamming her cunt hard, and she was pulling on her own smaller nipples, making
them stretch her tits out. Suddenly I pulled out of her and moved quickly
up to Kelly’s tits. When Jen opened her eyes and saw me starting to spurt
onto Kelly’s big tits she went crazy. I came with Kelly leaning back just
a bit, spurting streams of sticky cum onto her tits, between them and then
finally on her face and lips. She sat there enjoying it, licking the sperm
from her lips. Jen sat up and cupped her hands under Kelly’s drooping tits,
catching the cum in small pools in her palms. She raised on hand to her own
tits, rubbing the cum over them. The other she licked off. Kelly grabbed
Jen’s head and pushed it between her tits, rubbing her face against those
massive breasts. After a moment, I pulled Jen’s face up, glistening with
my cum. Kelly grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, her tounge in
Jen’s mouth. For her part, Jen buried two fingers inside Kelly’s pussy,
keeping them both hot. I bent over and whispered to them.
“You two are such hot, foxy sluts!”
They both moaned and Jen broke the kiss to suck my cock for a second, then
she resumed their kiss. I moved behind her and with my semi-hard cock, I
resumed the interrupted fuck that she deserved.
I watched as three guys jacked off on a gal who had beautiful tits with
nipples that covered their ends, large and dark areolae. Two gals were on
either side of her, stroking her tits and her mound, edging the guys on to
make them all come. One gal was getting it from behind while she helped and
her tits bounced happily as she fucked her partner back. When the three
studs started to come, the other gal grabbed their cocks and aimed their
jism where ever it suited her. The first guy was aimed on the girl’s tits,
some of the cum landing on the girl aiming the cock. He was followed quickly
by the second, and she jerked him into the girl’s mouth, being sure not to
get it all on target, rubbing the cock over the girl’s lips. The girl with
large nipples was licking her lips when the third guy came. He had a monster
cock and the girl jacked him off into her own mouth, where she could only
get part of her mouth around him. The effect was cum pouring out of her
mouth as he shot off. She quickly pulled him down to the other girl’s face
and made him shoot the rest on both their faces while she kissed the big
nippled girl.
I hadn’t realized what watching that tableau had done until Jen cried out
and I then found that my cock was rubbing her cervix as I pounded her pussy.
I was so incredibly horny that I wanted to fuck her for hours, but she had
to say the one thing that makes me pop.
“Ohhh God…cum in me…cum in my cunt…Shoot your jism in my cunt!”
I felt it about to shoot, and so did she.
“YES! YES! BABY! CUM in meee! Cum in my cunnnnnttt!”
I exploded for the third and last time of the night, deep inside her hot
cunt. I could feel the wash of hot sperm flooding into her, just as she had
felt my cock engorge as I started to come. The three of us collapsed in a
heap together, tired and sweaty.
People were getting tired, resting up for the next go if the could, and I
watched the big nippled brunette walk over and sit down next to Kelly and
Jen. I lay behind Jennifer, my cock still inside her. The girl introduced
herself as Gayle.
“I loved what you guys did.” She said, then to Kelly, “And I love your
breasts! You’ve got such great tits!”
Kelly laughed and looked at Gayle’s sperm drenched nipples. “It seem some
guys like your tits a lot too!”
Gayle leaned over and kissed Kelly, running her hands over those large
breasts. She leaned down and sucked on a nipple. Kelly moaned. Jennifer
gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy, and leaned back, giving Gayle access
to Kelly’s pussy. The two of them, cum drenched and sweaty began again
to arouse themselves.
Jen and I watched for a while, then moved off to a corner together. It was
about 4 am when Jen and I dressed and left. We had breakfast together and
I took her home. We went in and went right to bed, and this time, we fell
asleep in each other’s arms.