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  • CHAPTER ONE
  • CHAPTER TWO
  • CHAPTER THREE
  • CHAPTER FOUR
  • CHAPTER FIVE
  • CHAPTER SIX
  • CHAPTER SEVEN
  • CHAPTER EIGHT
  • EPILOGUE

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    Justine_s dark side


    CHAPTER ONE

    I love pain, you see, and that's a fact I'm afraid I can't shy away from any longer.

    Nor do I feel bad about it.

    Nor do I dread it.

    Not in my head, anyway.

    No.

    I have this thing about sexual stimulation, and when I want to get it, there's nothing that will keep me from it.

    The truth is, I love it when a man ties me up and does to me.

    It gets me crazy, if you know what I mean.

    And I'm sure you do.

    I wasn't always like this.

    Well, let me correct that.

    I was probably like this from the day I was born, only I didn't know it.

    There were signs early on that something wasn't right with my love life.

    I can clearly remember going out with guys and somehow not quite being able to get it off…

    I mean, they always had a ball, because I could fuck all night.

    I spread my legs for one and all, looking for the man with the magic cock, the man who could bring me over the brink and make me come.

    But no go.

    I'm one of the lucky ones… one of those real good-looking Chicago city babes.

    I mean, I'm tall, blonde, shapely and with a smile that could dazzle a toothpaste manufacturer.

    So men come on to me all the time. They want to fuck me, and will kiss my ass for the privilege.

    Which is the whole problem!

    I don't like men who kiss my ass! I want men who will make me kiss theirs! Literally!

    I want men who will show me the way to my knees, and who, if I'm bad, won't hesitate to discipline me for my indiscretions.

    Is that asking too much?

    I don't think so…

    I really don't…

    I need that kind of loving…

    I guess you could say I'm that cosmic pain girl!

    Anyway, it all came clear to me, finally, this year.

    Yes, just this year.

    I'm only twenty-three, so I guess I'll have enough good times left, although when I think of all those men whose balls I turned blue from the age of eighteen through to now, I have to blush.

    Sorry guys!

    I didn't mean it!

    It wasn't my fault.

    I just… I just… didn't know…

    You should have smacked me around for being such a ball-breaker.

    Then I would have fucked you to death!

    Really.

    Men, I've got a pair of legs, and just slightly plump, porcelain thighs that feel so good around your neck…

    Believe me, I know…

    And I can sit on your face so good, so that my pussy comes right down on your mouth and my asshole on your nose, and both get warmer and warmer as I force you to suck me off and jerk yourself off while you do…

    Until you throw me off and start to whip me!

    Yeah!

    But I'm getting ahead of my story.

    Way ahead.

    The truth of the matter is, I've never been so hot or so needing a good fuck as I was that night, early this year, when I was hanging out at Mickey's, my neighborhood bar.

    I live in Chicago, otherwise known as… Stewardess Town.

    Although I'm not a Stew, I'm a private secretary for a busy Chicago broker, I still find that atmosphere in those singles bars kind of funky.

    I mean, the guys are all hard-on, and the women know it.

    They spend hours getting themselves to look the part, like a centerfold, and then break the balls of the guys who fuck them!

    It's fun…

    And then they find one sugar daddy who'll fuck them in Chicago, and add him to the list of men they fuck around the country…

    Not a bad gig…

    So, on this particular night, I wasn't expecting anything any different.

    I knew there'd be the funny looking guys trying to score with me it's always the funny looking ones who seem so desperate and that I'd probably pick some lucky guy out sooner or later and let him take me to his place and try to please me…

    I was sucking on the straw of my whiskey sour when this guy sat down next to me.

    I glanced over and almost spit out my drink!

    I mean, he was gorgeous!

    And I'm not kidding about that.

    He was a hunk!

    Nothing like the guys who usually sniff my quim from across the room and come over, with a collar already around their neck! No!

    This guy looked like a movie star.

    Paul Newman.

    He was tall, with blue black hair, and broad shoulders… the likes of which were enough to make me swallow very hard, and as my eyes fell to his bulge, I knew I was in trouble.

    His cock was enormous!

    And it was sticking right through his jeans.

    Well, I don't mean he was walking around with a hard-on in plain view… I'm just trying to tell you that he had it… the balls, you know, to back up what he looked like!

    And he was certainly getting to me!

    And he knew it.

    I took a deep breath and could smell his manly scent. It was the shaving cream, or after shave or after something… but whatever it was, it was feeling up my nose pretty good.

    I wanted to fuck him.

    My pussy was juicing up, and that alone signaled to me there was something quite unusual going on here.

    I mean, ordinarily it takes quite a lot for my pussy to get all wet…

    But not this night!

    I was afraid that if I stood sip, there'd be a tell-tale stain on my dress, and I didn't want that!

    "May I buy you a drink?"

    "Me?"

    "Well, you are the foxiest lady here, aren't you?"

    He smiled, and I melted still further.

    I guess I have him the look, because after a couple of drinks with him, I was feeling pretty lightheaded and decided to take just the teeniest bit of the initiative.

    Something I'd telegraphed much earlier. "So… aaah… ummm… do you live around here?"

    "As a matter of fact, not too far…"

    "Ohhhh… and… aaahhh… would you like to… that is… are you…"

    "Interested in fucking you?"

    He smiled over his words!

    "Yy… well… I mean…"

    "You know what you mean. Why don't you just come out and say it. What do you think you're afraid of?"

    "Nothing," I said, clearly. "All right… would you like to have me sit on your face?"

    "Would you like me to?"

    I blushed!

    Can you imagine that? Me, the queen of ball busters, was actually blushing!

    I knew this guy was special!

    "Yes…"

    My voice was sotto, almost to the point where he couldn't hear me.

    "Louder," he said.

    He sounded almost demanding, and I wasn't sure what that meant.

    But I liked it! I knew that much.

    There was something about the tone of his voice that sent needles through me.

    He really knew how to turn me on!

    "I… I… want you to fuck me!"

    It was so loud I thought the rest of the bar was going to stop and turn their heads toward me and lean in… just like in that TV commercial…

    But no…

    It was only my imagination.

    No one else was that interested in my sexual games… they were all too busy with their own.

    And just as well.

    He finished his drink and told me in no uncertain terms to hurry up and finish mine.

    I did as I was told…

    I didn't want to hold him up at all!

    Now, as downed the last of my cocktail, I looked at him and smiled.

    "Now what?"

    "Now you follow me out that door an into my waiting limo."

    Waiting limo.

    Gooooooddddd… I liked the sound of that. I slid off the stool and followed, just as he said, until we were outside.

    There, a long black stretch limo was waiting for us.

    The driver opened the door for me and I got in, followed by this gorgeous guy.

    "My name is Clifford," he said, softly, as he slid in next to me.

    "Clifford. Nice name. Moi Justine."

    He didn't react to my name at all.

    Instead, he took my hands and made me put them in my lap.

    I thought that was kind of cute.

    He wanted me to sit a certain way.

    Well, that was easy enough.

    I mean, why not?

    Why shouldn't I sit exactly the way he wanted?

    I couldn't see any reason why I shouldn't, so I did. I got myself all nestled in and then, as my hands were in my lap, I couldn't believe what he was going to do next.

    I should have stopped it right there, maybe… I should have demanded to be let out of the car, and scurried for a taxi.

    But I didn't.

    That's the bottom line, I guess, when I look back at all of this.

    I didn't… because I just didn't want to. I wanted him to do to me whatever it was he thought he had to…

    I was going to go along.

    Pussy rules!

    Now, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silken cord.

    It was pure white and very soft.

    "What's that," I asked, still smiling.

    "Bonds."

    "Bonds?"

    To me, in my job, bonds were something you purchased as a tax shelter.

    I had no idea what he meant, though.

    "I'm going to tie your hands, Justine."

    I looked at him.

    Was this some kind of game?

    What did he think he was doing?

    But before I was able to stop him, he was wrap ping that cord around my wrists… And tying me up that way!

    I watched, fascinated.

    I wasn't scared, or anything like that.

    No…

    To tell you the truth, I felt an incredible rush at being tied up.

    It came and rose from my chest, through my neck and finally all over my face.

    He was driving me crazy and that was the truth.

    I couldn't believe it!

    It was really… something!

    When he finished, he looked at me.

    "Now," he said, softly, "Justine, how do you feel…"

    "I feel… good…"

    He smiled and said nothing for the rest of the trip. I wasn't sure where we were, someplace in the suburbs, I think, because we'd gone over a bridge.

    And then, I was being hustled out of the car by the chauffeur, who had a really sleazy smirk on his face, knowing that my hands were tied.

    What did he know that I didn't?

    Nothing I wouldn't find out soon, I was sure.

    I could have done without him. Him and his roving hands on my bottom, which he tested amply as he helped me to the front door of what looked like a palatial estate.

    Mr. Clifford was big bucks, I could tell that right away.

    And that was just one more reason why those bonds felt so good on my hands!

    He led me to a strange, dim room, behind the main room.

    There were funny lights hanging from the ceiling, and the way they were turned on, I couldn't see beyond a very short perimeter.

    The way it is for an actor when he's on stage and can't even see the faces in the first row.

    It was all deliberate, I soon learned.

    And thankfully so.

    Because if I'd been able to see what else was in this room, I surely would have panicked!

    But for the moment, I sat in my sexy black dress, with the slit up one side revealing the tip of my stockings and garter belt, and waited for Clifford to make the next move.

    I didn't have to wait long. He handed me a drink.

    It looked at first like just another whiskey sour.

    "What's this?" I asked him. He smiled.

    "Drink it," he said to me. I wasn't sure I wanted to.

    I mean, I had no real reason not to. Even though my hands were tied, I could still move them in front of me.

    I just felt a little uneasy, the slightest bit of apprehension starting to creep up in my stomach.

    "I…"

    "I said drink it."

    He didn't sound menacing or anything like that. Just the slightest bit more forceful.

    It was enough for me.

    I didn't argue any further.

    If he wanted me to drink the damn stuff, then I would.

    I was going to show him I could please him.

    No problem.

    So I took the drink, and downed it.

    Swiftly.

    Too swiftly.

    Perhaps if I'd taken more time, I might have realized that there was a slightly funny taste to the brew.

    I didn't, until it was too late. And then, it was just that.

    Too late.

    My hands went to my head. "Ohhhh…"

    "What's the matter…"

    "I don't know… I feel dizzy…"

    "Well… don't worry…"

    "I… I…"

    And then the world went black.

    When I awoke, I was… well, let me see if I can describe this scene to you.

    I was standing on my feet, stripped of my dress.

    I had no idea how it had gotten off me.

    Of course, I knew, but I didn't really want to know.

    So I pretended it was a mystery.

    My arms were suspended well above my head.

    Hanging by ropes that were entwined around my wrists.

    And that hurt!

    Now, as I looked down, I saw my feet spread on the floor, attached to cuffs that were held in place by short, strong chains.

    And the lighting was different.

    It was all glowing and wonderful!

    And showed me for the first time just what this room look like.

    A dungeon!

    That's where I was!

    Locked inside of a dungeon, with a gorgeous hunk of a man who somehow got off on having me naked, in chains.

    Well, not completely naked.

    He did have the courtesy, or the good sense, or the what-have-you to leave my garter belt and stockings on.

    That was a big turn-on, I could tell.

    And my lovely high heels.

    Mustn't forget those!

    He had me completely decked out like that.

    And there was nothing I could do about it.

    Nothing!

    I was embarrassed, to say the least.

    My lovely, full tits, which I took pride in, and which I showed off only to men whom I deemed fortunate and deserving enough to see them, were glistening with my own sweat and standing at sweet attention.

    Oh, he was a stickler for detail, and he knew that with my arms overhead, my tits would have to stand perkily at attention for him.

    "Well," he said, grinning… "You look beautiful…"

    I didn't say anything.

    I had no idea what I could say!

    I stared at him.

    Now, he was out of his good-looking tailored suit, and wearing something else… a kind of leather jock strap, with studs around his balls and a leather shaft that seemed custom-designed to fit his cock.

    In other words, his prick and balls were sheathed, outlined in leather.

    And left nothing to the imagination.

    He had some cock!

    Enormous!

    And he was wielding it with a mighty, macho swagger…

    Every time he moved, his shaft swung a little… And I couldn't take my eyes off of it!

    "What's the matter," he said to me, smiling.

    "Don't you like the way it looks?"

    "I…"

    "Come on… tell me…"

    "I like it," I said, blushing.

    "Good…"

    "Why am I… why did you…"

    "Tie you up and hang you on your wrists? I figured I'd do something to you you'd never forget…"

    "What… ohhh…"

    He came up close to me, and put his handsome face near to mine.

    And then he explained what the itinerary was.

    "I'm going to whip you." That was it.

    The whole kit and caboodle!

    "What?"

    "I said I'm going to whip you."

    "No… please… don't…"

    But my pleas fell on predictably deaf ears.

    There was nothing I could say or do that was going to make any sort of difference with this man.

    He had it in his mind that he wanted to use a whip on me.

    On me!

    I'd never so much as been held tightly by a man…

    And now, I was in the clutches of one that was, to say the least, a little on the wacky side…

    But, what can I say?

    I don't want to mislead you.

    It was turning me on!

    It was getting to me!

    And he knew it!

    I guess that's why he continued to grin, even as he went to his wall and plucked off a short, nasty little black whip.

    He brought it over to me and bent it slightly in front of my face.

    "This is my punisher," he said, softly. "I use it on women when they need to be punished… when they need to be taught a lesson…"

    "But… I haven't done anything…"

    "You, missy, are a ball-breaker. I can see it all over your face. In the way you smile, in the clothes you wear. You tease men, and I don't like that. You have to be broken… and I'm going to be the one to break you…"

    "Please… don't…"

    "Oh, you can beg, all right… you can bet all you want, but it won't do you a bit of good… and I'll tell you something else… by the time I'm through with you, you'll be thanking me… and begging for more… and hopelessly in love with me…"

    "Never…"

    He grinned wider.

    "We'll see… we'll see… are you ready to kiss the whip?"

    "No way!"

    He stepped back.

    "We'll see… your first punishment will end only when you agree to kiss the whip… when you beg me for the chance to kiss it!"

    He came up close to me.

    "You see? Had you agreed just now, I would have suspended the punishment, for the want of a single kiss!"

    I swallowed hard.

    Was he serious?

    What was with this guy?

    I had no idea what was going on.

    But I could definitely feel the first pangs of fear.

    He was serious business, this one.

    And meant to discipline me a little.

    Hell, I was sure I could take whatever it was he thought he was going to give me.

    Whatever…

    I wasn't going to break.

    No way…

    I hoped…

    He walked around to the back, where my naked ass was his for the gazing.

    He put a hand on it and I gasped.

    "Yes… you don't know, do you… you don't know just when it's coming."

    He was right.

    I didn't…


    CHAPTER TWO

    Whhhippp!!!

    "Ohhhh!"

    I couldn't believe the searing pain that shot through me just then!

    It was as if the whip were on fire, and had teeth, and was trying to rip my skin off!

    It was just too much to take!

    I felt my entire body shudder and then ripple. I knew I was putting on a show for Clifford, but I couldn't help that… I mean, he had me right where he wanted me, didn't he…

    He had me stripped and scored and dressed in sexy under things that left nothing to the imagination!

    My bare ass… the ass that other men begged to kiss with their lips, in the vain hope of getting me to spread for them, was his for the asking…

    And I loved it!

    I loved the way he was taking me!

    That was the crazy thing.

    Oh, it hurt… don't make any mistake about that!

    It hurt like a motherfucker, but there was nothing I could do about it.

    And because of that… precisely because of that, I was consigned to have to like it… to take as much as he could give me…

    One thing I was determined to do, though, was not give in.

    I wasn't going to let him make me kiss that whip!

    No sir!

    I had my pride!

    I wasn't going to…

    Whhhippp!!!

    Crraaaackkk!!!

    Smmaaackkk!!!

    "Ohhhh… God…"

    Again and again he came down across my ass, making me jump and quiver with the kind of pain and sorrow that only a man with a whip who was very well experienced at it could know how to extract from a poor but gorgeous woman like me!

    I mean, he was whipping me across both cheeks, at the same time, letting that hot leather take it's toll on me…

    And the more he did it, the more I knew I was in for it…

    I just couldn't take much more…

    I really couldn't…

    And then…

    Finally, I felt him stopping.

    Was that it?

    Had I made it?

    Had I actually been able to get through it?

    I couldn't believe it!

    And with good reason.

    Because this was only the first break.

    Now, still from behind, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

    "Are you ready to kiss it? Are you?" I didn't say anything.

    He rubbed the whip lightly along my face, on the right side, still from behind.

    "I'm waiting for an answer."

    "No," I said, and waited for the consequences… They weren't long in coming.

    Whack!

    Smack!

    Craaaackkk!

    Whhhhippppp!!

    It was incredible!

    Now, he was working down the backs of my legs, thoroughly touching up my thighs, and making me cringe and twist with pain…

    And delight…

    But I didn't think I was going to be able to take much more.

    Each slash was like a bite of teeth.

    It hurt so much I thought I was going to lose it…

    Just lose it…

    No more…

    I didn't want anymore.

    How silly of me!

    I'd had my chance…

    I should have listened to him.

    I should have let him let me kiss the whip when I could have…

    Now, I knew he was going to continue until I was whipped and bloody…

    And filled with pain.

    Slowly, he came around to the front, so that I could see his face…

    And it was on fire!

    He had a slick smirk on his face, and his skin was starting to sweat from all the work he was being forced to do…

    And still, I was having to take still more… He was going to do me in the front now!

    "No… please… I'll… kiss it… I'll kiss it…" He put his mug right up to mine. I could smell the faintly sour breath of a man who was hard at work.

    "Oh, you'll kiss it all right… you'll kiss it and beg to… but not until I give you another chance…"

    He stepped back now and looked at my naked body in front of him.

    He licked his tongue across his lips. And I could see that sheathed cock of his bouncing up and down with expectation.

    He had me!

    And I was scared!

    But also incredibly turned on!

    I'd never felt the lash before, or anything close to it, and it was making me… feel… like I'd never felt before…

    So incredibly… vivid!

    Yes…

    That was the word!

    Vivid!

    Every nerve in my body felt more alive than it ever had before…

    And the charge off of that was something to be savored.

    Because it was my sex nerves also that were coming to life…

    I could feel it in my pussy…

    The bubbling caldron of sexual desire… starting to rise and gurgle…

    And he knew it…

    He knew that with the expertise he was wielding with his lash, he was working me at a frenzy.

    "Please… please… oohhh… Please…"

    "What," he said, coming up close again.

    "No more… please… I'll do anything…"

    "Will you kiss my whip?"

    "Yes… ohh… yes… gladly… I'll do it gladly…"

    He was smiling again.

    "All right… then let's see you make good on your word… go on… kiss it… kiss it and make it feel better…"

    I did just as he asked.

    He bent the hot leathery snake once more in his hands and held the bowed part up to my mouth.

    I parted my hot lips and began to kiss… to lick it with my tongue and to gently press it with my mouth…

    And I knew I was getting to him…

    I just knew it…

    And he knew the same about me… that he was getting to me… that he was making me crazy…

    And both of us were really turned on by it! Really turned on!

    "Yes… give it your tongue… that's it… give it lots of your tongue… good… that's good…"

    I licked at the whip, and was surprised to find that I actually was enjoying doing it.

    I wanted to please him, there was no doubt about that, but I was also very definitely getting off on what it tasted like, knowing full well that this hot lash had taken it's toll on my smooth, creamy skin and had taught me what for!

    "That's good… very good…"

    He pulled it away from my mouth, and put it aside.

    Then he came back up to me.

    "Well, have you learned your lesson?"

    "Yes…"

    "And are you willing to submit to me?"

    I didn't know what he was talking about!

    What did he mean, submit? I thought it was all over now…

    But it wasn't.

    And as if to prove to me that it wasn't, he started to put his hands in places that he had no business touching!

    Like on my pussy!

    Smiling, as if he'd just come from a nice walk in the park, he took his fingers and jammed them up into my pussy… three of them… three fingers cupped and pressed together…

    And stuffed into my cunny!

    "Ohhhhh…"

    I couldn't believe it.

    He had fat fingers, and they were filling me from wall to wall… every inch of the inside of my cunny… all the way… all the way up to my womb… and I thought if he pushed much further I'd be tasting his fingers in my mouth…

    So good…

    It was so good…

    I was humping and thrusting my hips at him, and he took it for a signal that I was loving this kind of rough treatment…

    And of course I was…

    I was loving it.

    I couldn't believe that my legs were tied and spread and that I had no choice but to go along with this…

    And so, because I had no choice, and since my body was already quite toasty from the whip, and all of it had added up to making me incredibly horny, I had no excuse for the way I was egging him on with my sighs and heaves.

    "You like it, don't you, bitch…"

    I tossed my head from side to side.

    "Yes… ohhhh… yes… I… like it… ohhh…"

    "Good… because you're going to take a lot more…"

    "Ohhhh…"

    "What am I doing to you?"

    "Ohhhh…"

    "Tell me… you better tell me if you know what's good for you…"

    "Fingering… fingering my pussy…"

    "And do you like it?"

    "Ohhhh…"

    The room was filled with the smacky smacky sounds of his fingers against my juiced up innards.

    "I asked you a question…"

    "Jesus… I like it… I like it… I love it…ohhhh God… I love it… yes… I love it…"

    Now, he seemed to be satisfied, at least for the moment…

    As he continued to frig me…

    Now he used this thumb against my ditty, while the other three middle fingers of his hand continued to make butter out of my pussy juice…

    And all the while he watched my face.

    The cad!

    He knew that was where all the action was…

    He knew that was the most naked part of me…

    My face was covered with a cool, beaded sweat, and my mouth was half open from pure lust.

    My pink tongue was drenched, and my mouth was watering…

    He watched me go through the paces of a good frigging…

    The frigging he himself was administering to me. And I loved it!

    "Ohhh… aaahhh… ooooohhhhh…"

    "It feels so good, doesn't it…"

    "Ohhhhhh…"

    "You want to come, don't you…"

    "Yyyyessss…"

    "Are you going to…"

    "Ohhhh…"

    "Tell me… when…"

    "I'm going to… I'm… going… to…"

    "Now?"

    "Yyyeess… I'm going to…"

    And it was just at that point he decided to remove his fingers from me…

    All at once!

    I couldn't believe this move… this man… this behavior!

    He was about to get me off…

    I guess I mean he was about to let me off… to give me the relief I so dearly sought…

    And then he took his hand away…

    And it was almost too much for me to bear…

    I just couldn't stand it…

    I was begging him now…

    "Please… don't… don't do that… like that… please… don't…"

    "What's the matter, Justine?"

    He was talking to me as if I were a little child! I couldn't believe the nerve of this man!

    "Get… get me off… please… get me off… please…"

    "Not yet," he said, softly.

    "Why… ohhh… why…"

    And then, it was like a dam breaking.

    I couldn't stand any more.

    He'd done it.

    He'd broken me down…

    Weakened my defenses.

    Gotten to me.

    And I didn't care.

    Or rather, I did care, but I cared the right way.

    Because I knew now that my first instincts about him had been correct.

    He was gorgeous, and he knew what he was doing in bed.

    In bed of a sort, of course.

    At last, here was a man who was going to be able to take control of me.

    Here was a man I was going to be able to be a slave to…

    Happily…

    A slave who would be willing and eager to learn everything from him…

    God, how I wanted that…

    How I really wanted it…

    So bad…

    I knew that I'd happily do anything he wanted of me… without the least bit of complaint, as long as he taught me the darker side of his sexuality… as long as he showed me the way to heaven!

    "I'm going to do things to you," he said, softly, and I knew he meant business… "I'm going to do things to you you never dreamed of. You know that, don't you…"

    I shook my head slowly up and down. "Of course you do… you know it and you want it and you're going to get it."

    "Yes…"

    "And you're willing, aren't you…"

    "Yes…"

    "You love the lash, don't you?"

    "I love it…"

    "And you're willing to succumb, aren't you…"

    "Yes… ohhh… yes…"

    "Good… then come with me…" He reached up and began to undo his restraints. I could have kissed him for that. My arms were aching.

    I needed to be let down. And now, I was…

    I was down and I was in his arms. I put mine around him and hugged him. He actually let me do that, let me get away with that naked expression of affection, but only for a moment, before rather brusquely pulling me back and making me go over to the horse!

    The wooden horse, the kind you find in most tool sheds.

    Only this one was a little different.

    Somewhat customized, if you know what I mean…

    For instance, there was a leather saddle right on the top, where the two pieces of wood ordinarily go… And down each of the inverted "V"s were leather cuffs.

    I shuddered.

    I knew what it was for.

    Punishment.

    My punishment.

    I looked at Clifford longingly, hoping for any kind of break…

    I mean I was willing to do it, but did I have to?

    That was the question.

    He just looked at me in a way that said it all.

    So, rather reluctantly, I climbed on the thing.

    I have to admit, the saddle was somewhat comfortable…

    And then he was pushing me down and forward.

    He wanted me to straddle the thing.

    I did.

    Now, he brought my hands forward and attached them to the cuffs that were on the front "V".

    In a flash, I was attached to this horse, as if I were riding in the derby!

    But he still wasn't finished.

    No.

    Now, he wanted me to bring my feet forward, so he could attach them to the same "V".

    I did so, and my bottom was stretched to the limit now.

    Not quite!

    For he began to crank me up… to crank the seat with a lever, making it go higher and higher… higher than I thought possible!

    "Ohhhhhh!"

    "Yes… I want your ass… that gorgeous globular ass of yours in the air…"

    He got it a full eight inches off the horse. Now, it was the highest part of me, as the rest of my limbs were still attached to the "V".

    "Lovely," he murmured.

    And it must have been some sight.

    My ass was high in the air, ready for anything he might have wanted to do to it.

    And he wanted to do everything… that much I knew.

    He put his hand on me and stroked it gently…

    "Ohhh…"

    It was kind of unexpected on my part… I mean I didn't think he was going to give me as much pleasure as this…

    I had a pretty good idea what he was going to give me… that much I can tell you.

    A good old-fashioned spanking!

    "I want you to relax now," he said in those sweet tones of his.

    "I just want you to relax and take it… the more relaxed you get, the easier it will be for you… I promise."

    I swallowed hard.

    I knew it!

    A spanking.

    My poor body was still aching from the whipping.

    But I'd agreed, hadn't I, to take it all… so I had no cause to complain.

    I had to live up to my part of the bargain.

    There was just no other way!

    So I braced myself, knowing that in my stockings and high heels, I must have looked gorgeous!

    How many men would have given their balls for a shot at me like this?

    But it was always the ones who didn't have to give anything who got the most…

    I was his prize…

    I'd let him pick me right up from the bar, and bring me to his… to his dungeon!

    And here I was…

    Ready and unable to do anything about it. I only hoped he didn't hurt me very much. "You're going to get a spanking," he said to me, in his strict, yet somehow becalming voice. "You've been bad and you need it."

    "God…"

    I was groaning, and he knew it. He knew he had me.

    "I promise, I won't stop until you beg me to…"

    Strange kind of vow!

    Now, he took his hand off my ass and I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut.

    Here it comes, I told myself!

    Smaaackkk!

    Smaccckkk!

    Smacckkk!

    Smackkkkk!!!

    Two solid blows to each of my cheeks, leaving me trembling with pain.

    He knew how to use his bare hands, how to make flesh slap against flesh so that it hurt more than anything in the world.

    He was incredible!

    He was really giving it to me, and I was taking it…

    I was taking it as good as I could…

    With no choice in the matter at all…

    What could I do?

    What?

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Yeah… right… fake it…"

    Slaaaappp!!!

    Slaaaaappp!!!

    Whhhaaacckkkkkk!!!

    "Ohhhhhh…"

    It hurt more than I imagined it could.

    It stung and bit and snapped and chewed on me.

    I was wiggling like crazy, and not sure I was going to be able to get over this…

    I was into a little pain, I'd discovered, but this more than a little…

    A lot more…

    How much was he going to make me take?

    Oh, how much…

    I needed some kind of relief…

    Something to save me…

    Something…

    But there was nothing coming…

    Nothing…

    I was trapped…

    And there was nothing else I could do…

    Trapped like a little rat.

    Like a naked rat…

    While he contented himself with punishing and blistering my poor, sweet bottom!

    God!


    CHAPTER THREE

    God, I thought I was going to just die.

    I couldn't believe how much he was spanking me.

    I didn't have to see my poor bottom to know it was flaming red.

    And I didn't have to hear my own voice to know that I was moaning and groaning with the sheer pain of it.

    Yes…

    The sheer pain.

    It was enough to drive a sane woman crazy! But that didn't apply to me, because, you see, I was already crazy…

    Crazy with the lust and the heat of all that was happening to me…

    Crazy with the feeling that I had to have more… It didn't make any sense…

    It didn't add up…

    I was a lovely, winsome, sexual animal, in constant need of good loving…

    And instead I was getting the kind of beating one reserves for an animal…

    And I wasn't an animal.

    And I didn't deserve that…

    No…

    I didn't deserve it at all…

    Instead, I needed to be petted and promised and tamed and loved…

    But could I deny the feelings that were now coarsing through me?

    Could I dare deny that with each shot, I felt a further electric jolt coarsing through my body?

    It was unbelievable!

    So good…

    So hot and so good…

    I guess I must have deserved this, because I was going crazy with it… just crazy…

    And the more he was hitting me, the more I felt as if I were going to go through the roof!

    "Ohhhh… ohhhh… oohhhhh…"

    "Yes… take it… take it baby…" He was alternating my cheeks now, giving me some on my left and then some on my right… making sure that both of them were glowing…

    What a feeling, to have your bottom imprisoned and vulnerable to the attacks of a man's hand…

    He was doing a number on me.

    And now he leaned over from the side, where he was standing, still in that amazing leather underwear, and asked me if I wanted more…

    I'm sure he was looking for me to beg… to beg him to stop… but I had a surprise in store for him.

    "More…" I gasped.

    I could tell he was taken by surprise. His eyes lit up!

    "What…"

    He seemed almost confused, the poor dear… "You're not going to stop now, are you? I'm really… getting off on it… really…"

    He was amazed!

    He knew he was getting to me, but not like this!

    Not this way!

    This was more even than he could take!

    I was confusing him, the lovely little boy…

    This was supposed to be punishment.

    But I was too far gone for any of that…

    I was loving it!

    Loving it, do you hear!

    It was turning me on… I was a bad girl again, like I was when I was little, and my daddy was spanking me, and I was ashamed to be seen naked, and I was tied up, and helpless… and…

    Well… you can tell my head was going crazy with this…

    And then…

    Then…

    There was nothing much more for me to do except know that I was going to have to have as much of it as I could…

    And let him know too…

    It turned my head to face him… my face was on fire, all red and puffy…

    And my nostrils were dripping with my own sweat.

    "No more? I'm not going to get any more? Please… Clifford… please… give me more… give me as much as you have… please…"

    He was stunned!

    But only for a minute.

    Maybe he thought I was faking, or that I was up to something, but whatever he pulled himself together and got it on once more.

    "Sure… that's okay… I'm going to give you more… so much more… so really much more…"

    And with that, he redoubled his efforts. Now, he was raising his hand above his head and coming down hard on my poor bottom…

    Smack after smack after smack…

    Show me no mercy…

    Letting me in for it now.

    Oh, how he wailed me!

    He was driving me crazy…

    Just out of my mind with it…

    I didn't think I could take much more of this…

    "Jesus… ohhh… Jesus…"

    It was making me hot and so wild… it was a good thing I was tied down, otherwise I wouldn't be responsible for my actions…

    I pulled against that wooden horse so much that the damn thing started bucking!

    "You wanted more, huh? Well, let's see how much of this you can take…"

    And with that, he started in with a leather belt he had handy.

    A studded leather belt that was so hot and hard he was whacking the shit out of me…

    Hard…

    Harder…

    As hard as he could…

    Laying welt after thick welt on me…

    "OHHHH… GOD… OHHH… Clifford… Clifford… YOU'RE KILLING ME… Clifford…"

    He was really coming down hard now… whacking me with front and back swings, beating the shit out of me…

    And God how I loved it.

    Yes… every bit of the pain…

    It was enough to make me hump the horse!

    I was on fire… centered totally on my cunt!

    Needing so badly, thinking I was going to lose it.

    "Come, baby… come from being whipped let me see you come from taking a whipping…"

    "Ohhhh… ohhhh… ooooohhh… iiiii… ee!"

    And he knew once more just what to say and just how to say it.

    I was going to come, all right… I was going to come and shoot my pussyjuice all over the leather saddle…

    And he was going to make it happen…

    He was going to afford me the pleasure…

    If he didn't stop…

    If only he didn't stop…

    My naked pussy was brushing the leather, making it all wet… turning it into a real puddle…

    And the more I rocked, the more I loved it…

    "Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh…"

    Finally, I knew I was going to come…

    I knew it…

    And there was nothing he could do about it…

    This time he wasn't going to stop… he wasn't going to be able to…

    No…

    Both of us were too far gone and too caught up in all that we were feeling…

    Whack!

    Whack!

    Whack!

    Whack!

    "Beat me… ohhh… beat me… beat me Clifford… do it…"

    I was crying and sobbing and humping, and then finally, I felt it…

    At last…

    A long, thick juicy spending!

    I couldn't hold it back, no matter what.

    There was just no way it was going to stop… not even if he quit spanking me, which he wasn't about to do, or whipping me with the belt into the current froth I was in.

    No.

    Nothing!

    Nothing could stop me…

    Except my own feeble limitations… my own chance to finally subside…

    The saddle below me was soaking with my spending.

    And I was humped over, pulled to the extremes by the bonds, sobbing.

    "There there," Clifford said, gently patting my bloodied ass.

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Try to get hold of yourself."

    He was trying to be soft and soothing.

    I couldn't believe it.

    Quite a change from the monster he was only seconds ago.

    But that was okay.

    I'd accept it.

    I'd take it and accept it, if that's what he had to offer.

    And now…

    Now there was nothing left for me but to let him untie my bonds, and then have my hands quickly done behind my back.

    "God…"

    "Yes, darling… there's more… kneel on the pedestal."

    He had a small pedestal set up on the side of the horse.

    I wasn't sure what it was for, except I knew that when I put my pretty stockinged knees on it, the cushions made my legs fell better.

    That was something for me to be grateful for.

    My hands were tied tightly behind me, and my lovely tits pressed against the warm leather of the saddle.

    "Now what," I said humbly.

    "Now, let's see… you've made quite a mess here… haven't you…"

    I didn't have the benefit of any underwear, so when my pussy spasmed, it was all that I could do to get that thing soaking wet…

    "Lick it dry. Use your tongue and lick that saddle that you soiled dry. Hurry up!"

    There was an urgency in his tone which warned me, quite effectively, that any delay on my part would result in more punishment.

    More of the same that I'd already experienced.

    Well, what can I say?

    I didn't want that…

    I didn't want it at all…

    So I made it my business to do exactly what he wanted…

    I leaned over the saddle and stuck my tongue out as far as it could go…

    And began to lick up my own juices…

    It was indescribable…

    Really…

    They way I went over and did the thing…

    I took long strokes of my stuff off it, and the flavor of the pungent leather, combined with my own dewy cum put a hot glow on my face…

    I loved this latest humiliation.

    Especially with Clifford watching, directing me, making me really take it nice and deep in the throat…

    What was a poor girl to do?

    I had no idea… really…

    I wasn't sure what I should be doing now… except the more I licked, the hotter I was getting.

    I could easily have lost myself in this little game… if it weren't for the fact that I felt his hands once more taking charge, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me backwards.

    "That's enough…"

    I was made to stand up, but only for a second.

    Now, he turned me around on that stool, so that I was facing…

    Him!

    He was on a chair that looked more like a throne, his leather sheathed cock and balls before me.

    "I want you to lick it," he said to me, pointing to his balls.

    I didn't hesitate, not even for a moment!

    I took this to be some kind of reward for a job well done.

    And I didn't have to be offered it twice!

    Hungrily, I leaned forward on my knees and began to lave his balls…

    I licked them all around and put them, one at a time, in my mouth…

    I sucked on them, gently drawing them to me… all the while letting them get filled with the warm bathing feeling of my saliva…

    Soon, he was spreading his hot, thick thighs, and pushing his balls deeper into my mouth…

    Until he couldn't take it anymore!

    Yeah!

    Now, he was pushing my head back and telling me it was time for him to get his cock sucked by me!

    I swallowed hard.

    I was ready for that!

    I was ready to suck that big, juicy cock.

    Slowly, I watched, helpless with my hands locked behind me, as he started to undo the stud buttons.

    It seemed like forever before he revealed that thing to me… that glorious cock of his!

    And it was quite a shaft!

    I'd seen many a dick in my day, believe me, but nothing like this… nothing so massive and thick and straight…

    It was like seeing God's cock, I thought to myself…

    That's how much this man means to me… that's how much he's dominated my life.

    And as he continued to undo himself, until the leather was lying at his side, his cock up in the air, he put one hand behind my head and guided me gently there.

    "Lick," he said softly, looking down at me.

    I looked into his eyes, and he seemed to like that.

    He liked it when I looked at him.

    Now, he watched as my hot tongue came out of my mouth, all hot and wet, and began to work him over…

    Slowly…

    Lusciously…

    Really giving it to him…

    I couldn't believe how good this was feeling… really…

    And now…

    Now, I parted my lips and was allowed, by him, by beautiful, wonderful Clifford, the supreme privilege of putting my lips on his dick!

    God, how good that felt…

    How warm and wonderful it was as I laved it and then, felt it entering my mouth.

    I'll be so good to it, I told myself… I love it like a little child…

    I let my… lips encircle it, sucking softly, nibbling lightly at the thick spongy flesh… I tried to force my tongue right into the little hole… and all the while I kept my eyes up to my master…

    Clifford, my beautiful master…

    Clifford, who was letting me suck his gorgeous cock…

    Such a wonderful reward…

    I could have hugged him for it, it felt so good…

    More…

    I wanted more…

    I wanted more from him…

    And I was going to get it…

    Now, slowly, as the saliva dripped from my mouth and ran down that incredible shaft, I continued to lick and suck at his cock…

    Slowly…

    Lovingly…

    I was taking it and sucking it and really coming down hard on it…

    But not too hard!

    Not hard enough to hurt or scratch the dear!

    It was too precious and wonderful for that.

    Oh, God, the taste, and the aroma… and the smell of it…

    It was an intoxicant the likes of which I'd never known…

    Not in this humbling position…

    But perhaps, as I was on my knees, it occurred to me that this was the position I was born to be in…

    That I was made to please a man…

    That it would do me, and a lot more women, a lot more good if they were on their knees to their men a lot more…

    That's what we needed in this country…

    Men with big dicks who regularly spanked us and showed us the light.

    I know the idea appealed to me…

    And now, I had to stop thinking so much… I had that habit, and get into the blowjob I was being forced to administer…

    "That's it… that's so good…"

    He was speaking in those soft tones of his…

    "Yes… lick the shaft…"

    Immediately I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick it up and down…

    "Take it all the way in… deep…"

    "Back inside…"

    "And kiss my balls…"

    Out again and laying up and down…

    I was going as crazy with this as I knew he was…

    And when his hips started to buck and his hand tightened it's grip on the back of my head, I knew that soon I was going to be a goner!

    I was going to have the supreme privilege of having him come in my mouth…

    "Harder… suck harder… that's it… take it deeper… deeper…"

    It was already down the back of my throat…

    And I couldn't move or say anything very much in this position…

    But still, I kept sucking…

    It was getting hotter and thicker in my mouth…

    And God, I loved it…

    I just couldn't get enough, of my Clifford…

    I knew he was going to come…

    I could just feel it…

    I could feel him starting to hump…

    I could feel his balls bouncing on my chin.

    "Look… at me… look… at… me…"

    He was sighing and moaning now… wanting me to look at him…

    And I did…

    I lifted my eyes, the only movable part of my head I still controlled, and stared at him…

    Watching his face as his cock started to come…

    Shooting his stuff right in my mouth!

    Ohhh… how I gobbled it up… trying as best as I could to take it all in… to take every last drop in my hot mouth…

    Ohhh… so good… it was so fucking good…

    More…

    I wanted more…

    I sucked every last drop out of him, and when he let go of my head, when he put his own back and gasped for breath, I immediately went to work on his cock, licking and sucking the sides, getting the stuff that managed to slip out between my lips.

    I wanted it all!

    Finally, it was over.

    He leaned over, that magnificent frame of his bending towards me.

    He took my head in both his hands and kissed me.

    Deep.

    "Justine, darling, you're marvelous," he finally said.

    "So are you," I whispered.

    "You've earned your freedom," he said, softly.

    "Well, that's fine," I responded… "But when may I return?"

    I turned coy.

    "You know, a girl has to be punished a lot these days, or else she starts to think that she can get away with anything…"

    He smiled. He was on to me.

    "I'll be calling you. I have your number from your purse…"

    I was sure he did.

    Now, I was being untied, and this time allowed to get dressed.

    He led me to where my clothes were.

    "Put them on and leave."

    No goodbyes or anything!

    Just up and out.

    When I finally got home, I realized for the first time how much of a beating I'd taken.

    My entire body was aching.

    But it didn't matter.

    Nothing mattered.

    Except the fact that finally I'd found someone who I could relate to.

    I'd found a man who was a real man and not a wimp.

    Clifford had taught me the truth… had taught me to see the truth in myself.

    I loved pain!

    His pain!

    And I would do anything to get it.

    It was a lesson I wasn't going to forget.

    I know that for the next several days I did nothing but wait for that phone to ring.

    I hung by it, hoping for it to go off and be him.

    Toward the end of the first week, I started to despair.

    There was no word from him at all.

    Had he grown tired of me so quickly!

    Had he found another!

    What?

    What had I done wrong?

    I was sitting in my living room, staring out the window, a full two weeks later, still very upset that I hadn't heard from him, and wondering just what had soured Clifford on me.

    When the phone rang!

    I looked at it and couldn't believe it.

    The phone was ringing incessantly.

    As if it were angry.

    God, I raced for it.

    I wanted to get it before it was too late.

    I just knew who it was on the other side.

    I knew his ring!


    CHAPTER FOUR

    I rushed for that phone, my heart pounding.

    Could it actually be him?

    I hoped…

    I prayed…

    My pussy was immediately on fire when I thought about it…

    It was going to be incredible…

    Really fabulous…

    If it was…

    I'd learned my lesson!

    I knew what it meant to be deprived of his glorious body!

    Please…

    Oh please…

    As you can see, I was in some state!

    "Hello?"

    The silence on the other end was agonizing.

    Whomever it was was taking their time with me.

    "It's Clifford," the voice finally said.

    Tears came to my eyes!

    Actual tears! It was him.

    It was really him!

    "Clifford…"

    He could hear me choking back the tears.

    "What's the matter, honey…"

    "I… nothing… I just… wished I would have heard from you… that's all…"

    "You're hearing from me now…"

    "Yes… I know…"

    "Unless you want me to hang up. Do you want me to do that? Hang up?"

    "No!"

    He was teasing me and I knew it.

    And I knew that he knew I knew it.

    Didn't matter.

    Nah!

    Not in the least.

    It was nothing compared to some of the other games he was into, if you understand what I'm saying.

    The point was, it was him… it was really him.

    And I was happy!

    Now, I tried to gain my composure.

    I didn't have to try that hard.

    He was way ahead of me.

    "It's Sunday evening," he began, more formal than he actually had to be.

    "Yes… I know…"

    "I'll want you here… with me… this evening… do you understand?"

    He knew that I had to work the following day.

    I was sure he'd chosen this time on purpose.

    One more test of my unflagging loyalty.

    "That's fine… where do I go… how do I…"

    "My chauffeur will be downstairs in front of your apartment building in exactly one half hour. Exactly one-half hour. If you're so much as three seconds late, he is instructed to leave without you and you'll never hear from me again. Is that understood?"

    "Yes, Clifford…"

    "All right then. The clock starts now."

    And with that, he hung up. Just like that!

    I couldn't believe it!

    I had to really hurry to take the fastest shower and shampoo of my life.

    And then, when I was finished… I had to wait…

    To wait downstairs a full ten minutes.

    At exactly the appointed time, I checked my watch.

    No limo!

    Had I blown it?

    Several more minutes went by.

    I was in agony!

    Something had gone wrong.

    Something…

    And then I saw it, pulling around the corner and up to the front of the building.

    The chauffeur got out.

    He was grinning.

    "Sorry ma'am."

    He knew he was late.

    I wouldn't have minded tanning his little hide for him for that.

    Until I realized that that was probably part of the overall plan.

    Clifford!

    Sometimes he could get me so furious!

    After making me rush like that, and threatening me if I was even three seconds late, to pull a move like this…

    What a scoundrel!

    What an out and out scoundrel.

    If I could ever get the chance to do something to him… to punish him for all this… boy, would I…

    I'd let him know who he was dealing with…

    Don't worry…

    But now, I had to lean back and catch my breath.

    After all, it wasn't so bad.

    I couldn't be that angry.

    We were on our way to New Jersey, to his mansion, and then, we were going to have some kind of night.

    My pussy was positively dripping just thinking about it.

    And now…

    Now as we crossed the bridge, my heart was pounding.

    I knew that in a few minutes we'd be there.

    And we were.

    The chauffeur got out of the car and came around to open my door.

    I liked that little bit of princess-type treatment.

    Made me feel really good.

    Even if it was the last thing that evening that was designed to do that.

    And then…

    When I didn't think I had any more privileges coming, I was brought to the door, where I was told to wait.

    The chauffeur disappeared and the door opened. There was Clifford… dear Clifford… gorgeous Clifford, in his leather underwear.

    And there was nothing else on him!

    "Come in, we've been expecting you…"

    We've.

    I wondered what he meant by that. I was brought inside and offered a drink. I looked at him.

    "No… it's quite safe. No drugs, I assure you." He smiled.

    "We don't need them now, do we… you're here on your own accord…"

    "Yes…"

    It was true enough.

    So I took the drink and had it.

    A nice, well made martini.

    When I finished, he came up to me.

    "It's nice to see you, darling."

    "Me too… nice to see you."

    "Good… now turn around…"

    My blush must have come in a gigantic tidal wave.

    My entire face turned crimson.

    The time was now!

    I turned around in the little sexy dress that I was wearing… strapless… I learned my lessons well… and let him tie my hands.

    He took a long time making sure the ropes were secured in figure eights around my pretty, thin wrists.

    When he was finished, he turned me around slowly, to face him.

    "I've tied your hands," he said.

    "I know…"

    "And now, you belong to me once more…"

    I didn't say anything this time.

    I didn't have to.

    Clifford had said it all.

    Now, slowly, but with much command, he reached down and swooped up the front of my dress.

    Even though I'd been through it all with him before, the last time I was here, I still got that incredible feeling when he lifted me, and exposed my lovely thighs.

    I hoped he liked what he was seeing… my legs in sheer black stockings, held up my a nice black smooth satin garter belt, and of course, no panties, making my black pubic hairs stand out brilliantly against my white milky thighs and hips.

    He licked at his own lips.

    I could tell that I was getting to him.

    He was really on fire.

    He let his hands roam all along my thigh meat and I sighed softly.

    "You're so beautiful," he said to me.

    I had to agree.

    I had a terrific body.

    And what was really exciting now, was that I was giving it to him.

    Willingly.

    Lovingly…

    And there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

    Even when he produced the thin, silky rope to tie up my dress around my hips, I felt nothing beyond a certain sexual surge…

    I mean, he was a master at this! In more ways than one!

    And now, the top of my dress was being forced down…

    Slowly…

    And I knew he appreciated the fact I wasn't wearing any straps on this dress.

    That meant he could easily push it right down to my hips.

    In this fashion, he'd turned my lovely dress into a wide belt, held around by several wraps of that rope on my hips.

    Only my hands were free of it, and they were tied tightly around my back.

    Now what!

    I had no idea how he was going to punish me… I only knew that I was going to get punished…

    Severely…

    And just because he wanted to…

    I'd done nothing wrong, I knew that… there was no reason for him to want to do what he was going to do to me…

    It's just the way it was…

    And now, I was ready…

    I was ready for him…

    And that, of course, turned out to be the kicker!

    Because it wasn't him I had to be ready for at all.

    No!

    It was…

    Well…

    It was his guest!

    Let me tell you how this came about… let me tell you every juicy detail!

    It began, as I just described, with me standing tied with my dress up and my charms exposed.

    He liked that.

    I could tell.

    He walked around my body, wanting to see all of me…

    And I knew that he was drinking it in…

    "Yes…"

    "I… I hope I please you," I said.

    "You will…"

    You will? What did that mean? What was that supposed to suggest…

    Perhaps if I were a little less hot and thinking a little more clear, I'd have realized it meant the obvious…

    But it's hard to think when you're being tied up like this…

    On your gorgeous feet, which are stuffed in to pleasing black patent leather high heels!

    "Now…" he said to me.

    "I'm going to ask you to cooperate…"

    I didn't see as how I had much choice. But what could he want me to do? Stand on my head?

    I didn't think it was possible, but I'd try it for him, if he wanted to.

    I was that kind of a girl.

    "I want you to meet someone."

    I blushed.

    Severely.

    So severely I thought the blood in my body had all collected in my cheeks!

    I was burning up!

    I was going to be exposed to another man…

    Wrong again, Justine, baby.

    "I want you to meet… Dominique!"

    I'm telling you and I hope you'll believe that my heart fell right to the ground.

    A woman!

    He was going to do me to a woman!

    I twisted a little in my bonds.

    I wasn't expecting this!

    He'd pulled a fast one on me and I'd fallen for it…

    I'd fallen for whatever it was he was going to do to me…

    And then…

    Then, I tried as best I could to let him know how much I was going to cooperate.

    He put his hands on my shoulders, from behind, as if I were some sort of prize for him, and then, when I least expected it, he told Dominique to come forward.

    Obviously, she'd been behind the barriers, where I couldn't see her, looking in from the other room.

    My jaw dropped.

    I wasn't sure what I was expecting… maybe some sort of Amazon, who knows, but whatever it was, it was not to be believed…

    She was incredible!

    Tall… blonde, with big eyes and big tits… and the kind of legs that didn't quit.

    But best of all, or worst, I'm not sure how to describe it… she had this look on her face as if to say she was voracious…

    I mean she wanted to eat me alive!

    And she was going to do a number on me, I could tell that right away.

    My pussy juiced up as I ate her in with my eyes from head to toe.

    Get this…

    She was wearing high leather boots that came up to her thighs, revealing just the last couple of inches of her garter belt, and her lovely, thick thighs, bare up to her hips…

    Her pussy bush freely exposed…

    She was in a tight leather outfit, and it was cinched in to her body.

    And she looked stunning!

    Her blonde hair was thick and gorgeous as it spilled down the back of her head, onto her lovely shoulders.

    She could have been the Avon girl, there was that much of a wholesome quality about her.

    And she had it! That certain sexual something… She had it and I wanted it!

    It was going to be my treat, I suddenly realized, to be worked over by her…

    A fine, lovely feast for me, as well as her.

    Now, I could feel Clifford's hands behind me, stroking my soft shoulders, letting his hands fall to my ass… giving me a couple of strokes, and then insinuating his hand between my thighs…

    "Open them, please…"

    He was going to show me off!

    Like I was a slave at an auction!

    God… he had moves!

    "Come on… part those hot thighs…"

    I couldn't resist.

    I did as I was told.

    And then I was standing there with my legs open… showing off my private charms to this woman…

    He was smiling…

    Because she was smiling.

    And licking her lips.

    She was going to eat me…

    How did I know?

    How did I know in that second she was going to eat me?

    Hard to say…

    But I knew it…

    I knew it as sure as the day is long and my thighs were exposed.

    That's how sure I was.

    Dominique came up to me, and now I understood once more the power of having my hands tied behind my back.

    She was staring at my face.

    Going over every inch of it.

    "She's gorgeous," she finally said to Clifford, who was still behind me.

    "Yes…"

    "And I can do anything I want with her?"

    She said it as if she were checking it out, to make sure she'd heard right.

    "Anything…"

    "Good…"

    I wasn't sure how this had taken place.

    Was I being sold?

    Rented?

    Leased?

    Who was Dominique anyway?

    Was she someone who was supposed to come over and abuse me just for Clifford's enjoyment?

    I wished I had some answers.

    But to tell you the truth, it was difficult for me to think that clearly.

    I mean, as much as she was turned on by the fact she was going to sex-slave me… I was as turned on by the fact that I was going to be her sex slave.

    It's something beautiful women like the two of us think about a lot.

    I don't care what you men think… we do… we'd all like to go down on some sweet pussy, at least once in our lives, to see what's it's like, if nothing else.

    And that was what I wanted her to do.

    To eat me.

    And she was going to.

    I knew I'd had to problem getting her to do that.

    She was fairly dripping from her mouth.

    No…

    She wanted, merely, to let me know as she was talking to Clifford, that I got to her.

    She put one of her ivory smooth hands on my face and stroked it.

    "So lovely…"

    "Ohhh…"

    "Darling… I'm going to do things to you…"

    "Ohhh…"

    She turned her attentions toward Clifford, letting one of her hands rest firmly on my cheek.

    "Can you tie her in the air, spread-eagled? I want to use the whip on her…"

    "No…"

    I was moaning…

    I wasn't sure why…

    But I knew I didn't want her to whip me!

    How humiliating!

    Whipped by another woman…

    "I want to… crucify her!"

    The sound of that made my blood curdle.

    This babe wasn't kidding around!

    That much was for certain!

    Now, though, she was going to teach me a few things…

    I felt it deep in my pussy.

    Crucified!

    I just didn't like the sound of that at all…

    But as I was left to think about it, I was led over to the dungeon room, once more…

    And in the very center of it, my feet were placed together, and my dress was taken down.

    Leaving me in my high heels, sheer stockings and garter belt.

    And nothing more.

    My full, heavy tits were exposed to Dominique, who let her creamy hands go all over them…

    "Oohhhhhh."

    "Yes, baby… I'm going to work you… I'm going to work you like you've never been worked before…"

    "Oooohhhh…"

    She was turning me on!

    Think like that was bound to get to me.

    There was just no way it couldn't…

    Now, she smiled as she bent down to do my feet.

    She made me spread them almost a full two feet apart, and cuffed them in those leather cuffs to the ground!

    At the same time, Clifford was working on my hands.

    He'd untied them and in a flash had made me raise them above my head, where they were now.

    And he attached them to two cuffs.

    In a flash, with the both of them working as if they had a plane to catch, I mean they were so efficient and quick they were driving me crazy! In that flash, I found myself fully widened and extended…

    My perfect voluptuous body made ready for a whipping… for a crucifying, at the lovely hands of this gorgeous blonde creature who was intent on putting me through my paces.

    And then…

    Finally, she went to the wall and pulled off a thick, snake-like whip…

    With several lashes coming out of one end.

    She held it in her fingers and played with it, knowing I was watching.

    Then she slowly came up to me.

    She talked to Clifford as she walked.

    "I want you to take a seat and watch. You can watch, Clifford, but you can't interfere. No matter what. Okay?"

    "You bet," Clifford said.

    Sure.

    Was he going to miss an opportunity to see something like this?

    Not on your life.

    That much was painfully obvious.

    And now…

    Now… he was pulling up his favorite throne like chair, getting himself ready.

    He was really in for a treat.

    And so was I.

    I knew that Dominique must have been an expert at this.

    Especially when she pulled the whip across my face and let it linger…

    "Do you feel that leather?"

    "Yes…" I said shyly.

    "Good… because it's going to go all across your back… I guarantee it…"

    "Ohhhh…"

    "Don't bother to try and get away, or pretend you don't feel it… because you do… you will. I'm going to hurt you…"

    Her words echoed in my ears.

    I'm going to hurt you…


    CHAPTER FIVE

    I don't think I ever felt so helpless or exposed before in my life!

    It was one thing to have a man work you over… and I'll admit that that can be very painful in it's own right… obviously…

    But it's quite another to have a woman do you… Believe me… if you girls out there have never tried it, I suggest you let yourself get picked up by a girl, and get done, in front of your boyfriend.

    It's the best turn-on in the world!

    And you guys… if your girl is gorgeous, like I am, pick up another babe and promise her she can have a go at her…

    You won't be sorry…

    And neither will your girl…

    I guarantee it…

    Just…

    Let things happen…

    Like Clifford was doing.

    He was in his chair like a pasha in a throne…

    And loving the fact I was twisting in my bonds, my arms above my head, my tits thrust out in this position, inviting her to come in and do me…

    And she knew it.

    She put her fingers under each of my tits and gently bounced them, watching my face at all times, keeping that whip between her tight hot thighs…

    "Yes? Feels good?"

    She was murmuring… almost as if it were to be between us, just our little secret…

    And I liked that about her…

    I liked the way she did this…

    The way she made me feel…

    So good…

    It was so good…

    "Yes…" I murmured…

    She smiled and let her tongue flick across her lips once more.

    "Of course you do… you love my fingers on your tits… don't you…"

    "Yes…"

    "Yes… a woman touching another woman… it's hot… it makes you hot, doesn't it…"

    "Yes…"

    "What am I going to do, darling, with my whip?"

    I couldn't say it… I just couldn't… but I had to!

    "You better tell me, beauty, or you'll regret it… I promise…"

    Somehow, I knew she wasn't kidding… "I… I… you're going to… whip me…"

    "Punish you… say it…"

    "You're going to punish me…"

    "Crucify you…"

    I swallowed hard.

    The sweat began to break out on my forehead.

    "You're going to punish me…"

    "That's right…"

    Now, her fingers were working their way up to my nipples… and squeezing them.

    Harder.

    Harder.

    Harder…

    "Ohhhhh…"

    She watched my face as it twisted in pain.

    "Yes, that's right… now… ask me to whip you… come on… ask me…"

    "I…"

    "Come on…"

    I tried to hold off as much as I could, but the more I did, the more she pulled at my nipples…

    She was relentless…

    And she wanted me to ask her to whip me…

    I knew if I did I was a goner…

    So I resolved not to…

    But I didn't think I could hold out from this torture… for much longer…

    And then she really went to work on my tits… squeezing them as hard as she possibly could, nearly ripping them right off my tits!

    "OHhhhhhh… shit…"

    "You want me to stop?"

    "Ohhhhh…yes… please… please…"

    "It's very easy… all you have to do is say it…"

    I couldn't hold out any longer.

    It was way too painful.

    She was pinching them and twisting them and driving me out of my head!

    "Oohhhh…yes… yes… whip me… whip me please…"

    She looked at me with a look of severe triumph on her face.

    She'd won and she knew it.

    Whip me.

    I'd said the magic words.

    I'd actually asked her to please hurt me!

    I couldn't believe it…

    And when she let go of my tits, my entire body seemed to slump in relief…

    She knew how to make me feel good, that was for sure…

    She really did!

    And now, she slowly took the whip from between her legs, as if she were drawing a giant sword from a sheath, and swirled it around a couple of times in front of her, still smiling, knowing what she was going to do to me was going to hurt me so much!

    Now, she took one step back and savored by still untouched, unravaged body.

    God, her eyes could drive me crazy!

    She drank me in…

    And her mouth was dripping with hungry saliva!

    Then, I knew it was going to happen…

    I knew there was no way out of it…

    She raised that whip, and locked eyes with me, holding it over one shoulder.

    Then, she did the most incredible thing!

    She blew a kiss at me!

    Yes…

    Can you believe it?

    She blew me a kiss, and while her lips were still puckered, looking for all the world like the most luxurious asshole, she slashed down with that thing… coming down hard and fast right across my body…

    It was incredible…

    Really…

    The bite of that whip was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

    You know, they say a woman can be much crueler than a man, and until this very moment I had no idea how right they were…

    But it was true…

    She was cruel…

    Much crueler than Clifford… could ever be.

    She was beating me with that whip in criss-cross fashion, right across my tits… across my hot nipples, the ones I'd pleaded with her to stop twisting with her fingers.

    Out of the frying pan and into the fire, right?

    Right!

    I mean, she was going crazy…

    Lashing me…

    And not holding back, or pulling back or anything.

    It was obvious she meant to hurt me… that she was not going to stop until she'd completely devastated me…

    And as much as I thought I was going to be able to withstand the torture and the torment of her lash…

    There was just no way, really…

    In a couple of seconds my body was twisting with the pain of it…

    She was working me up to within an inch of my sanity…

    My temperature was rising…

    And my breathing was becoming heavier… and louder…

    "Take that, bitch…" he said loudly as she brought the lash down on me…

    And it was all I could do to cry out in pain.

    "No… please… no more… I'll do anything… you're killing me… no more… please…"

    But that pleading of mine only seemed to fuel her fire…

    She was hotter than ever, and really going for it… She looked at me, moving her eyes from my eyes to my tits, surveying the damage and how it was affecting me…

    And she was obviously quite taken with the way she was making me cry out…

    "Yes…" she murmured… "So beautiful… yes…"

    "Ohhhh…"

    I was openly pleading with her not to do it so hard…

    Not to hurt me.

    I don't know if my pleas got to her or what, but she began to spread out the lashings…

    And in some crazy kind of way, it was a relief… it was a relief not to have to feel it so hard in my hot bosom…

    But it was just as bad to feel it working it's way down my stomach.

    And that's when I realized she wasn't going to stop…

    Until I was completely marked!

    Until she'd done a complete job over every inch of my body…

    None of it was going to escape.

    None.

    She was going to mince-meat me…

    And now I started to get some vague idea of what a crucifixion was actually like.

    Over and over she let that whip come down, using it with an amazing amount of pressure… looking where it had landed, measuring with her eyes how much more I needed, and seemingly oblivious now to my constant cries for pain.

    It didn't take long for me to start crying. I mean, I'm such a crybaby to begin with… but this was ridiculous…

    I was bawling and twisting… getting punished for something of which I had no idea what I'd done to deserve…

    And the more I took it the more she came down…

    She was going to show me!

    And she was…

    Showing me all right…

    That I deserved this…

    That I really deserved it…

    And now I was paying…

    For a crime I had no idea I had committed!

    Slash!!!

    Whhiissshhhhh!

    Swwwwiissshhhhhh!!!

    It was absolutely incredible…

    I just couldn't get over it…

    The more she hit me the more I took…

    And now…

    My legs…

    My lovely, unmarked legs…

    They were next…

    They were going to get it next, and I was going to have to bear it…

    My pretty, milky skin… that I was so careful with… that I took such care with… were now going to be beaten!

    And the pain…

    The pain of leg beating…

    It was among the most severe I'd ever felt… without the fatty tissue of my thighs or my tits or my ass… my legs really got a full dose…

    So incredible…

    And she knew it.

    Yes, she knew it all right… and kept on working me, until I was sure I was going to come…

    At least that's how I felt.

    I thought there was no way on Earth I wasn't going to spend…

    Under her incredible ministrations.

    For she was an expert with the whip…

    Loving it the way I was getting it, even though I don't know where she learned it… I don't know how she managed to get to be such an incredible expert with the lash…

    But an expert she was…

    And she knew how to handle it…

    She was just on fire with it…

    And sure enough, what had begun as pain… as incredible pain, was slowly turning, under the most trying conditions, into something else…

    Something pleasurable…

    Something quite pleasurable…

    And I was loving that…

    Loving the way she was working me…

    Loving the pain I was receiving…

    Yes…

    Loving the pain!

    Maybe that's what was meant by having some kind of high threshold…

    And by being addicted to the world of sex where one person dominates another.

    I can't say…

    But all I'm sure of is that since the first moment I met Clifford, nothing was ever the same for me…

    I mean…

    It was like something out of some kind of strange cartoon…

    Here I was, taking it… taking it good… and loving it… each whack…

    Each swipe of the whip was hurting me more than the last…

    Hurting me so much…

    That I thought I was going to really lose it…

    "Ohhhh… God… no… no… more… please. you're killing me…"

    It was true…

    She was working me so much I thought I was going to die.

    The pleasure and the pain co-mingled, driving me right to the brink!

    I mean the brink…

    Until I thought I was going to go crazy…

    "Oohhhh…"

    Now, she began to talk to me…

    In her sweet, hot, sexy voice…

    That voice that was enough to drive me crazy!

    She knew what she was doing all right…

    She knew it…

    And she wasn't going to stop until I was hers.

    I was moving my head from side to side, and that's when I saw Clifford, his cock all the way out, his hand on it…

    He was watching me and pleasuring himself…

    I couldn't believe it…

    I was such an object!

    I was a sex object… a slave object…

    And I was loving it!

    Loving the way I was being used…

    Abused…

    That's it…

    I was being abused…

    And I wanted more…

    As much as I could actually get…

    As much as I could take…

    Oh, hurt me, baby… hurt me… hurt me and make me feel so good…

    She put her hands on my face and held it hard by the cheeks…

    "Yes… you love it, don't you, you little bitch… don't you…"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Don't you? Answer me when I talk!"

    Whack!

    Smack!!!!

    "Ohhhh…my thighs… my thighs… what are you doing to me…"

    "A lot worse if you don't answer me!"

    "I… love it… I… love it…"

    "Hah!"

    Her laugh was one of triumph.

    She was convinced now that she had prevailed… that she'd loved what was being done to her… And now… Now, she not only seemed to glow in triumph, but she stepped up the program…

    She was really going to do me now…

    She was intent on punishing the shit out of me…

    And she was doing a good job.

    Check that.

    A great job!

    She was doing a great job.

    I'd never dreamed that a beating could be so sensual…

    Even as every pore in my body was begging… crying out for some kind of break…

    Still, she kept it up…

    Kept it up mercilessly…

    As the sweat poured off her deceptively sweet face.

    For the poor girl was working hard…

    I mean, really putting in a night's work.

    She wasn't just whipping me…

    She was teaching me a lesson…

    Teaching me the kind of lesson I would never forget.

    And yes…

    The dark secret is, the more she whipped me the more I was falling in love with her…

    Until I thought I was going to go out of my mind!

    I mean really…

    Just out of my mind…

    It was so hot!

    So sexy…

    To be whipped by this bitch!

    Smack!!!

    Smack!

    Smack!!!

    Over and over and over!!

    Was there no end to what I was being made to take?

    No end at all?

    I was sobbing uncontrollably…

    And watched her through my hot wet eyes as she turned and went for my untouched back.

    No!

    Not there too!

    Now I understood even more clearly the reason for being hung the way I was.

    Like this, I wasn't able to move even an inch of my body…

    And my limbs being stretched out made it impossible for me to cover myself or get out of the way.

    I was totally vulnerable.

    And didn't this sweet bitch Dominique know it.

    Whack!

    Whack!!

    Whhaackkk!!!

    Three hard ones right down and across my back…

    She was going to mark me completely…

    "Come on… baby… come on…"

    She was egging me on…

    As if she were… fucking me!

    Yes…

    I might as well admit it…

    That's the way she was talking to me…

    As if she were fucking me…

    And I was taking it so good…

    So hot and so good…

    Just the way she wanted…

    Just the way she needed it…

    And there was nothing I could do about it…

    I was starting to feel weak in may knees and light in my head…

    A burning lightness…

    I couldn't believe it…

    It was so good…

    The way she wielded that weapon of hers…

    "Ohhhh… ohhhhh… ohhhhh…"

    Every time she laid it into me, I jerked against the ropes and gasped some more…

    I couldn't believe it…

    I just couldn't…

    Was she never going to stop…

    I looked at Clifford, and tried to get him to help me.

    I opened my mouth but no sounds came out…

    Nothing came out…

    I was just suspended like that.

    Suspended and ready for anything…

    My head was too heavy for me to hold up…

    I needed a break.

    I was turned on but I was in too much pain to enjoy it.

    I just needed some kind of a break…

    Please…

    Please…

    No more…

    Don't do me anymore…

    Please…

    I beg you…

    I'll do anything…

    Finally, when it seemed as if I were going to die… and I mean that, I felt the lash stopping it's biting of me…

    I tried to look up but I couldn't.

    Until I felt her hot hands yanking me up by the hair…

    "Unnhhhh…"

    "You little bitch… what's the matter, can't you take it…"

    "I…" She knew… She knew all right…

    She'd conquered me.

    I'd been taken by another woman!

    What a feeling…

    What a complex combination of feelings…

    "Unnhhh…"

    "I think you're ready…"

    She waited for me to say something, but I didn't… I didn't know what to say.

    "Are you ready, darling?"

    I tried to focus in on her…

    Ready for what?

    "I'm going to crucify you now…"

    She still hadn't done it?

    There was more?

    I couldn't believe it…

    She was going to give me more…

    I didn't think I could take this!

    Not even me…

    Not even me, the world's most willing victim…

    She had this weird smile on her face.

    She was ready…

    To crucify me!


    CHAPTER SIX

    I was about to learn the secrets of sexual crucifixion.

    I was going to be punished with a special whip… the kind that was used only for this one act.

    I watched through fogged eyes, eyes fogged with tears, as she went to the rack and took down the other whip…

    The one with my name on it, it seemed!

    It was a special, very hard leather thing, with a thatched siding that held little bamboo like spikes.

    It was quite formidable, and I was sure, capable of causing me extreme pain.

    I shrieked in horror when she snapped it softly into her palm.

    "Please… not that… please… aaiiiiii…"

    But that only made her laugh.

    She knew she was going to get to me.

    She knew it.

    And now, the time was finally at hand.

    The time when I was to receive my crucifixion.

    She put her one hand on my face and chucked me under the chin.

    "Are you ready! I'm going to crucify you…"

    "Please… please… no…"

    But there was no use pleading. None.

    I was going to get it and there was nothing, not a thing in the world I could do about it.

    I tried to hold my breath, but even that made me hurt…

    Even that hurt my breasts as I did so.

    And then…

    Finally…

    She raised the thing over her head and at the same time widened her eyes…

    And brought it down!

    Haiti!

    Right on me!

    Hard, on my front…

    In a straight, across-both-tits fashion!

    "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee…"

    I screamed liked a fucking banshee!

    I'd never felt anything like that before in my life!

    It was amazing…

    Just amazing!

    So painful…

    Like being whacked with a thousand nails…

    She looked at me for my reaction, even as my body began to pour blood from the thousand little pinpricks I was feeling…

    "Yes…" she sighed, as she watched me squirm…

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "And now one more… to finish the job…"

    I was horror struck!

    He held the thing vertically now, and bending back the tip towards herself, she snapped it and let it go!

    Right into me!

    Right into my skin!

    I couldn't believe it!

    What pain!

    What awful pain!

    It was like nothing I'd ever felt before…

    And now…

    Now, I was twisting with agony.

    "Ohhhh…no… no… howcould you…"

    And then, finally, as I hung bleeding, I fainted… into the cool spasm of dark rest…

    I needed it.

    Badly…

    I didn't get up for quite a while, and when I did, I found that I was somewhat more relaxed than when I was hanging.

    For one thing, I was on a soft bed. My hands were tied behind my head, straight back, and my legs were bent…

    By having ropes underneath my knees, and around my ankles.

    This afforded my captives the opportunity of seeing my pussy gaping, at the same time having my legs bent so far back…

    It was really a hot pose…

    And I have to admit, even though it hurt, and I hurt all over… and my body was giving up pain where I'd been crucified, there was something about it that struck me as really hot…

    I mean…

    I loved being tied up!

    And now, they both came into the room…

    To look at me…

    Their human handiwork.

    I twisted uncomfortably in my bonds.

    I knew I was on display.

    "Darling," Dominique said as she sat down on the bed beside me.

    Clifford was smiling as he took his now familiar place on the side of my bed, in that chair.

    He sat down like he was in for another show.

    And that kind of bothered me.

    I could sense I was going to be used again.

    And wondered just how they were going to do me this time.

    And for that matter, I wondered what time it was.

    What day it was.

    What about my job?

    What about my home!

    Did nothing matter to these people beyond this?

    Beyond using me as their sex slave?

    Apparently not.

    And I guess I didn't mind that much, otherwise I probably would have been complaining a lot more than I was, right?

    Right…

    So I looked at Dominique with what I hoped was love in my eyes.

    She stroked the side of my face.

    I really liked it when she did that.

    She had the ability to let me know she was really enjoying herself…

    Really having a good time…

    And I was pleased.

    "Darling," she repeated, softly… "Did I hurt you?"

    I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I guess it was surprise.

    I didn't think she cared!

    "Yes…" I whimpered.

    "Well," she said, softly still… "I'm going to make it up to your now… I'm going to give you pleasure… to go along with that pain…"

    I wasn't sure what she meant…

    I didn't quite get it.

    How did she plan on doing that?

    I wished I knew…

    But I didn't have to wait long.

    She reached down, and I hadn't seen her bring it in, so it must have been there all along…

    "Do you know what this is?"

    I gulped.

    She was holding up a huge dildo!

    Black…

    In the exact form and shape of a man's cock.

    And at the back was a wide panel.

    I knew what that was for.

    It was to go in some kind of a harness she was going to wear…

    I wondered…

    Was she really…

    Could she actually…

    Yes!

    She was going to…

    She was going to fuck me!

    I swallowed hard…

    She was going to put this dildo on and fuck me.

    "That's right," she said, as if she could read my mind.

    "Now… I want you to get it all wet… so open your mouth and take it in…"

    I did as she was told.

    I was in no mood to try to defy her.

    Not her…

    She was too tough…

    And too hard!

    So I parted my lips, and watched her, all the while, while she fed me that dick, holding it in her hand.

    God, it was so thick she could barely get her hand around it…

    Still, she fed it to me very carefully…

    And soon, sure enough, I was sucking it…

    Sucking the tip, contended, as if I were a little baby sucking on a bottle…

    I loved it…

    Loved the way it tasted…

    So real… it was as if she were holding a real cock in her hands…

    I couldn't believe it…

    I really couldn't…

    And now…

    Now…

    She began to stroke my pussy with her other hand.

    The effect was incredible.

    I suddenly bucked my hips as she did so…

    God…

    It was good…

    I mean, really good…

    And I loved it!

    "Mmmmffff…"

    "Yes… get it wet… as wet as your pussy is… that's right… that wet… good… so good… yes… baby… yes…"

    She had me on fire…

    I couldn't get enough of her…

    I wanted her to stroke my pussy all night!

    My legs were well spread for her, and I would have done anything… anything in the world to have her continue to do this…

    Even when she pulled the dildo out.

    "Now," she said, leaning over and talking to me in that sexy husky voice of hers…

    "I'm going to strap it on and fuck the shit out of you…"

    My eyes widened.

    Fucked by another, beautiful woman.

    I could hardly stand it!

    This was really going to be something…

    I held my breath as I watched her get off the bed, stand up and put the thing on her hips.

    "Good," she said softly… and then… she began to stroke the thing with her fingers.

    "It's so big… I hope you're wet, because I'm going to put it all the way in…"

    I didn't say anything…

    I was too afraid.

    I hoped it would go in too…

    I couldn't imagine it not…

    But then, I'd never had a cock even half that big fucking me…

    Not even Clifford, and he had some dick.

    No…

    This thing was a monster.

    And it was aimed right at my cunny.

    I only hoped I'd be able to take it all the way in.

    I held my breath and now she was on her knees between me on the bed… between my spread, tied and naked legs, thighs and pussy.

    My bush stared up at her.

    "I'm going to make you feel so good…"

    And now… she began to take the tip of the black killer dildo, and rub it up and down, slowly, on my slit, watching my face all the while.

    "Feel good?"

    She knew it did.

    She said it in a soft, hot voice… telling me with it that she was getting to me and she knew it…

    "Yes… it feels good, doesn't it, baby… doesn't it…"

    "Ohhhh…"

    "I know… I know baby… it's so good…"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "You want me to put it in?"

    "Yes… please…"

    "But it's so big…" She was incredible!

    She was playing the best head games I'd ever had.

    "I know… but I need it… I really need it…"

    "Say please…"

    "Please… oh please… please fuck me…"

    "Yes baby… yes…"

    And with that, she began in earnest to get ready to fuck the living shit out of me.

    She took two fingers of her free hand and slowly spread open my pussy lips.

    They squished as she did, that's how wet they were…

    And she knew it.

    She peered into my red hot gash, "My my, we're awfully wet…"

    "Yes…"

    I knew it and so did she.

    Now, she nudged the tip of that dildo right up into me… right into the hot part of my pussy lips… past the first, outer layer and into the soft pink gushy part on the inside…

    JESUS… Dominique… Dominique.

    I couldn't help but say her name over and over.

    She was getting to me in the most incredible way.

    After punishing my body… after layering it with the most incredible series of blows and cuts, now she was loving me…

    Loving me with her favorite black dildo… shoving it into me and working me up with it until I was about to go crazy…

    It was so hard to believe…

    So hard to take…

    The switching back and forth…

    From pain to pleasure to pain to pleasure…

    Until it was difficult, if not impossible, for me to tell one from the other, to tell when the pleasure began and the pain ended…

    Or the other way around.

    Now, though, Dominique was on her knees, pushing with short, intensive jabs of that dildo, into my pussy…

    She was as much an expert with her dildo as she was with the whip.

    She knew just how to fuck a good pussy… just how to get it to open wide…

    Which was what I was doing now…

    Opening up for her… wider and wider…

    I looked down at her fucking me… at that black thing going in, each time a little deeper, working me to a fever pitch.

    "Deeper… deeper?"

    She was egging me on… talking me clean out of my mind…

    "Yes… yes… deeper…"

    "That's right… that's so right… take it deeper… take it as deep as you can… for me… ohhh… baby… you look so good…"

    I bet!

    I must have looked incredible taking her dildo…

    And even Clifford was amazed at my capacity!

    His hand was working on his own tool again as he wondered just where the hell I was putting it…

    And so was I…

    I mean… where was it all going?

    It was too much for me to take… Way too much…

    I only hoped I'd be able to take it all…

    Even though there was still so much more to go…

    "Ohhhh… Jesus… ohhh…"

    "Yeah… baby… yeah…"

    Further and further she drove that thing, right up my pussy… right up there… all the way… until I thought I was going to lose my mind…

    I mean, I'd never been so well fucked before!

    And by a woman!

    Never, in any way, by a woman.

    And never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe a woman would do the fucking to me like this one was…

    If I could have spread my legs even further, I would have…

    Because I'd never felt anything so incredible before…

    "Yeah… baby… you like it? You like being fucked by me? Huh? Huh?"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Tell me…"

    "It's… ohhh…"

    "You want me to stop? You want me… to pull out…"

    "No Christ no don't do that… please… don't…"

    She had a special kind of leer on her face now… as her hips continued to motor into me…

    She was giving me the best kind of fucking imaginable…

    And the more she fucked me, the hotter and hotter I got…

    I guess she was right.

    That the beating had made me so hot I couldn't believe it…

    I couldn't believe how much I was taking… Now that dildo was almost completely buried inside of me…

    So big…

    Would lever be satisfied with a man's cock again? Now, my head was spinning, and turning from side to side…

    So good… It was so good…

    "Ohhhh… ohhhh… ohhhh… ohhhh…"

    "Yeah, come on… come on… I want you to come… I'm going to make you come…"

    It was too much for me!

    And for Clifford!

    Now, he was off his chair and coming over…

    He'd had enough of participation.

    And he seemed to know exactly what it was he wanted to do…

    He straddled my head…

    Making sure that he had one knee on either side of my chin, and then he started to hump his hips… slowly… with his cock still in his hand.

    I could no longer see Dominique fucking me, but I could still feel her…

    And now I had Clifford, jerking off in my face.

    He didn't say anything.

    He was so serious he looked grim, as he worked himself up.

    Faster and faster…

    Until I knew for sure he was going to come!

    He was going to come on my face!

    Hot and heavy and hard and thick and creamy.

    He used his free hand to open my mouth… to make me keep it open…

    As I waited…

    And continued to take the fucking I was getting.

    "Come on… come on… come on…"

    And then, finally, he was shooting!

    Right in my face!

    The first gob hit me right in my eye… and no matter how much I tried to turn away and avoid it, I couldn't…

    The stuff was shooting into my mouth…

    I could taste it's sticky saltiness, and licked at my own lips.

    I loved the taste of Clifford's come.

    I considered it a privilege to be able to taste it… to have it shooting in my mouth like this…

    I was loving it…

    And wanting it…

    And needing it…

    He emptied quite a load in me, and forced each drop into my mouth…

    It was so incredible… I couldn't believe it… and still he wasn't through with me…

    Now he made me take his cock in my mouth between my lips and lick it clean…

    Smooth and clean…

    Until I was coming…

    Humping that black dildo in me and making sure that I was taking as much of it as I could get…

    Until finally, they'd both had their fill of me… for now…

    Or so I thought.

    "She's mine now," I heard Dominique say. Clifford lifted his gorgeous thighs off of me and went to the door.

    He turned and smiled.

    "Don't kill her," he said, I hoped as a joke… And then we were alone again.

    "Men," she said.

    I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that.

    Men.

    Did she hate them, really?

    Then why was I the one tied up?

    I didn't get it…

    And I wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

    "Are you okay?"

    She sounded as if she really wanted to know… And I wanted to tell her.

    The only problem was, I didn't know what the answer was…

    I didn't even understand the question.

    If there was one.

    Or what.

    And now…

    Now I had to wait and content myself with the wonderful feeling of having her dildo pulled out of me at last.

    I knew I was going to be sore in the morning, but I didn't care.

    This was so good…

    Just so good.

    "I think I'm ready now," she said.

    I didn't know for what.

    I hoped it was going to be something I'd enjoy as well…

    I mean, why not…

    It would do me good to have some more pleasure…

    At least that's what I hoped.

    I'd had my fill of pain, I thought.

    "You're sweet," she said as she leaned over.

    "So sweet…"

    And then… finally… she was all over me…

    And showering my face with kisses.

    Whispering in my ear.

    Holding me.

    Loving me.

    Caressing me.

    It was so good…

    So hot and so good…

    I wished she'd never did.

    But she did.

    For something even better!


    CHAPTER SEVEN

    "You're going to eat my pussy," she announced, still holding my face and looking at me with an ardent lust in her eyes that was truly heat seeking.

    I'd never eaten pussy before.

    I'd never really seen one, besides my own…

    And I was amazed at the way she spread her legs as she sat down on my tits, and tucked her legs underneath herself, so she could show me her pussy.

    "Look at me," she said, and I did.

    She put her two hands down in front and opened her lips.

    "See? See it?"

    I saw it.

    I saw the pink lips come apart, and the vermillion insides, so wet and so drippy…

    And to my utter amazement, my mouth began to water!

    I wanted to kiss it!

    I wanted to put my tongue up inside of it…

    If only she'd move up a little…

    "You want it don't you… you little slut…"

    She had my number!

    She knew she'd turned me.

    Maybe it was the beating…

    Or Clifford jerking off in my face…

    Whatever it was, I was going to go out of my mind if I couldn't get a mouth full of pussy… and right now…

    She grabbed me by the hair.

    "You want me to lean forward? You want me to put my pussy on your mouth?"

    "Yes… ohhh… yes…"

    "And if I do, what will you do in return?"

    "Eat… your pussy… I'll eat your pussy…"

    "Have you ever eaten pussy before?"

    "No…"

    "But you want to eat mine?"

    "Yes…"

    "Stick your tongue out…"

    I did.

    "Farther than that… come on… farther than that…"

    I did…

    As far as I could get it…

    Until I could feel her fingers stroking it!

    "Does that feel good?"

    "Aaaaahhhhh…"

    "Good… now you're going to put that tongue right on my snatch…"

    She rolled forward and now I had a face full of fur!

    Hers!

    Her pussy fur was working all over my face…

    I couldn't believe how good that felt…

    How warm and good.

    I liked it!

    And my tongue, which I kept pointy and tight, was seeking out her snatch…

    Seeking it out and spreading the lips as far as I could…

    What a wonderful, sensual aroma came forth from deep inside of her!

    She was amazing!

    She tasted sweet… like the outer coating of a tootsie roll pop…

    And didn't I just love that!

    Didn't I just love the way she was tasting…

    She was driving me crazy…

    Now, once she was settled in on my face, she began to rock back and forth… rocking her wet pussy on my face, making sure she was hitting my lips as well as my nose…

    And letting her pubes rub into my eyes…

    She was washing my face with it…

    And driving me crazy!

    "Eat me… come on… eat me… let me feel that tongue in me… come on… you've got it…"

    "Mmmfffff…"

    "You love eating pussy… you little lesbian slut… come on… eat me…"

    I only wished I could have had my hands free…

    I would have shown her something…

    Believe me…

    I would have given her the time of her life…

    No question…

    But I wasn't free.

    There was no way that I could get my hands loose…

    So I had to rely on my mouth and my mouth only…

    And I did, using it energetically…

    Eating the shit out of her…

    "Come on… come on… get me off… get me off…"

    She was holding my head in her hands, pulling on my hair like reins… driving me crazy… driving me even farther than before…

    I was overheated and juiced up like crazy. My naked pussy was still spread apart…

    And I was getting so wild I couldn't stand it…

    She had to give me some relief…

    She just had to…

    I could feel her hot thighs pressing against my face…

    She was driving me crazy! And I was going to come…

    "No…" she said, as she pulled her pussy off my mouth…

    "You're not to come before I do… if you know what's good for you…"

    I believed her.

    I believed her when she said she'd punish me if I did.

    And I'd had enough of that.

    Now, she let her fingers slide along her cunt grease, all over my face…

    And made me open my mouth… "Come on… open it up…" I did as she was told…

    "And suck this… suck these fingers…"

    Again, I had no choice.

    I looked at her as she watched me sucking… She had really done a job on me… humbled the shit out of me…

    "Come on… harder… harder…"

    And so I did…

    I continued to feel her fingers in my mouth…

    "God… that's so hot!"

    She meant it too…

    She meant that it was hot…

    She was driving me crazy…

    And me her…

    Until she yanked her fingers out of my mouth and replaced them once more with her pussy…

    "Now, bitch, suck it… suck it like you love it…"

    And I did…

    I sucked it so good…

    Until I thought I was going to go crazy…

    Until I thought she was going to come dripping on my mouth…

    "Come on… deeper…"

    So I pushed my tongue in deeper and pursed my lips and continued to lick and suck her until I thought I was going to faint once more…

    Her hot thighs held my head in place as my mouth worked her…

    And then…

    I guess she was getting close to coming…

    Because she finally put her fingers on my snatch and began to work me up…

    So good…

    So juicy…

    So energetic…

    "Mmmmmfff…"

    "Keep sucking if you know what's good for you, bitch…"

    Now, she was humping me as if she were sitting on it.

    As she doused me with pump after pump of her on a cock…

    And I loved it!

    I loved being fingered by her as I was forced to eat her.

    She really knew how to sit on my face in such a way that she could get me off…

    And the more I sucked, the harder she held on to my head…

    It was just about then that Clifford came back into the room.

    He was on fire, I could tell, and wasn't about to sit back and watch anymore.

    He wanted a piece of me as much as she did, and she was going to have it!

    He put his hands on my pussy and literally threw hers off…

    "Ohhhh…"

    With that, she put both her hands on my head and caressed me, softly, while she held me tight up against her cunny.

    She urged me on, telling me how good I was doing her… and how good it felt…

    "Yeah… baby… baby… use your tongue… one me… in my pussy… in my pussy… yeah… yeah… that's so good… so good… yeah…"

    And now… my entire face was covered with her sex… pussy…

    It was incredible…

    And then doubly so, because I felt my tied down legs being kept open, and Clifford's big cock starting to come home!

    He was crazy to fuck me!

    He wanted nothing else in the world, I could tell, than to get in between my legs and do a number on me…

    "Mmmmmfffi…"

    I could hardly talk, my mouth was so full.

    But I could groan and that's what I did, as I felt him pushing in deeper… deeper with his prick making me go crazy with it…

    He was still the greatest cocksman I'd ever been with, and now, as he slid in, he went all the way up, until his hairs were brushing and entwining with mine, making me crazy…

    "Ohhhhh… oohhhhh… ohhhhh…"

    It was Dominique!

    She was humping my face hard now, and just as she was riding me, Clifford's hands came around from behind and held on to her tits!

    I looked up, through the coarse hairs of her pussy, and could see his fingers squeezing her nipples.

    She was going crazy!

    I wasn't sure now who was going to come first… if it was going to be her or me…

    Or Clifford!

    He was fucking me very lustily now, pushing it all the way in and taking it all the way out.

    Driving me to the brink…

    "Mmmmfffff…"

    "That's it, baby… get off eating me… get off…"

    "Mmffff…"

    I was starting to lose it.

    I was going out of my mind.

    Forced to eat pussy and take cock at the same time!

    I couldn't take much more…

    I knew I was going to come…

    I just knew it…

    Deeper and deeper they both worked on me…

    Dominique keeping my face tightly secured in his thighs…

    Until finally, like a bomb, I just exploded.

    There was nothing else I could do!

    It was all beyond my control now…

    They'd turned me into a bi-sexual animal, needing punishment as well as reward, thriving on pain as well as pleasure, until the sensations ran together and coming led in my inner body…

    Until my head was just driven crazy by all they did to me…

    "Mmmmmfff…"

    I was sobbing and moaning, and the message was clear to the both of them…

    I was going to come…

    I was going to shoot…

    I was going to shoot my load right into them… the both of them…

    "Yeah, baby… yeah… suck me… suck me…"

    Over and over…

    And over…

    Until finally, I was coming…

    I was shooting my stuff and going crazy with it…

    I knew I was spending, and it made me delirious…

    I just wanted to keep on spending the rest of my life…

    Until finally, Clifford pulled his prick out of me, and Dominique got off.

    My face.

    They both looked at me.

    Dominique bent over, without saying a word, and kissed me right on my mouth.

    "Lovely…" she said, and then, turned and left the room.

    I tried to get free, to sit up, but I realized that it was hopeless, once more.

    "Where… where is she going," I asked Clifford. He smiled.

    "She has to go now." It's just us, I thought.

    Clifford went for a bottle of baby oil that was sitting on the table next to the bed.

    I watched him as his cock remained hard!

    He was an unbelievable lover.

    I mean, once his cock woke up, it never went to sleep!

    I'd never seen a man who could stay as hard for as long as he could…

    It was a gift…

    A lover's gift…

    And I knew that every woman in America would give anything to be able to lie with him.

    Even if it meant being tied.

    Even if it meant being beaten.

    Especially beaten!

    Yah!

    He was an expert at heightening the sexual pleasure of any woman… by whipping them and punishing them…

    I can testify to that.

    I've never felt anything like that before… the intense heat of a post-beating sexual encounter…

    Like now.

    My body was still fibrillating from all the punishment it had taken…

    And then… finally, Clifford was opening his palm and pouring some of the oil onto it.

    He looked at me and smiled.

    I tried to smile back, still spread-tied with my arms over my head.

    And then he began.

    He put the oil all over my face!

    He was washing me with it, making sure that every inch of my skin was glistening up there!

    And I loved it!

    Even more when he started to apply it to every inch of my body!

    I was helpless to resist, while he continued to bathe me in the warm oil.

    "Ohhhh…"

    "Yeah… baby… it's so good, isn't it… you really like it don't you…"

    "Yes…"

    He knew it…

    And now, he was oiling my tits… paying special attention to my nipples… to my sore, but erect nipples…

    He was working them really hard now… making sure they were erect.

    And as he did so, I couldn't help but start to moan some more…

    It was just too much to take… Just too much!

    "Ohhhhh… ohhhh…"

    "Feels good, doesn't it… doesn't it, Justine…"

    "Yes…"

    "You want me to oil up your entire body, don't you…"

    "Yes… ohhh…"

    "It's a treat for you, isn't it…"

    "A treat… yes… a treat…"

    "Beg me…"

    He said it as casually as if he were asking for the weather.

    And it crossed my mind that I shouldn't… that I shouldn't beg him… that it wasn't right…

    But I couldn't resist. He was too much…

    He was too strong and to alluring to resist.

    I had to…

    I'd do anything for him…

    Just anything.

    "Please… ohhh… please… please…"

    "Please what…"

    "Oil me… oil me up… please…"

    He grinned.

    He was getting just what he wanted…

    And I have to admit, so was I!

    Now, my entire body was coated with the stuff…

    And I was hot and sweaty, my pores unable to release the sweat that I was building up.

    He grinned once more and this time he was climbing on top of me.

    He was going to hick the shit out of me!

    Again.

    And now, with my body so slick, it would be easy for him to slide up against me and roll and push and pull me…

    I was on fire…

    "Ohhhh… fuck me… fuck me… ooohh… Clifford… fuck the shit out of me… Clifford…"

    I was going crazy…

    How much could one woman take.

    Finally, when I thought I was going to really lose it, he came again, and then, shortly afterward, untied me.

    And when he did, I was told, rather abruptly, that I was free to go.

    I didn't understand.

    I wasn't even going to be allowed to take a shower.

    I had to leave all greased up.

    More torture.

    But I did.

    And I didn't complain.

    Because I was hooked.

    Addicted!

    I was addicted to him and I was going to have to do whatever it was he wanted.

    Always…

    Because no one could ever fuck me like he could.

    Or beat me.

    Or torture me!

    Or do anything he wanted with me.

    I'd been trained very well… by a master… and I coveted that.

    So much so that I was now oblivious to all other advances.

    None of the men I'd been kind of dating before I met Clifford were able to even get me out for a drink.

    And I stopped going to the singles bars.

    I was content, for the first time in a long time, and I was loving that.

    Now…

    For the first time, I was wishing my phone would ring every night!

    And then…

    Finally, after another two weeks, I got the call.

    From Clifford.

    The call I lived for.

    "I want you hear for another session," he said.

    I told him I'd be ready when the limo came. He hung up.

    I wondered, as I bathed, how many other women he had like this… how many he kept dangling… how many he was tying up and ministering to.

    But I couldn't even get jealous.

    Me.

    The most jealous woman in the world.

    It just goes to show you…

    With the right cock, you'll do anything… and love it.

    Now, though, it was all I could to get myself together.

    I was so excited!

    What new and exciting plan did he have for me…

    By the time the limo came I could feel the wetness between my legs.

    I got in and took the now familiar drive over the George Washington Bridge, into New Jersey, to where Clifford's private little castle of pleasure was.

    The house was there, as usual, non-descript on the well-kept block.

    And then we were out of the car and walking up to the front door.

    It opened and the chauffeur disappeared.

    There was Clifford, once more…

    Resplendent in his silk robe.

    And silk smile.

    "Come in," he said to me.

    I followed.

    He took my light wrap and looked at my outfit.

    Stockings, garter belt and high heels, under a wide pleated skirt that was very fetching, and a simple cotton top.

    Easy clothes to get rid of.

    He offered me a drink.

    I took it and sat down, crossing my legs, letting the skirt hike up a bit, catching him staring at my legs.

    "I have something very special planned for us this evening," he said as he sipped his drink softly.

    That sent a heat wave through my spine!

    I loved it when he teased me about what was to come.

    My eyes widened.

    "All right… what is it?"

    "You'll see… finish your champagne…"

    I sipped at my bubbly and looked at him with my best bedroom eyes.

    No one turned me on like Clifford.

    No one!

    I would do anything for him.

    Anything, without exception.

    He was one in a million, and I felt as if I'd won the lottery.

    I was so lucky…

    So damn lucky…

    And now, I put down my empty glass and he stood.

    Coming over to me and taking me by the hand.

    "Let's go," he said softly, and I followed.

    Into the dungeon.

    Into the night…


    CHAPTER EIGHT

    My heart stopped as I walked inside.

    It was the last thing on Earth I was expecting to see.

    The very last!

    For there was Lila, spread-eagled, standing up, in the very cuffs and chains I was in before!

    Now, she was totally naked… not even stockings, nothing except a pair of high heels!

    I marveled at her long, statuesque legs, now spread and made to stand at attention.

    How had he done such a thing!

    Had he promised her that I'd get to beat her?

    Or had he drugged her…

    Or or or…

    It didn't really matter to me…

    Nothing mattered…

    All I could think about was how much I wanted to do her…

    How much I wanted to take a whip to her and teach her a good lesson…

    A lesson she needed to be taught…

    A lesson that would be a payback for what she'd done to me.

    I turned to Mel and put my hands on his…

    "Can I?"

    He grinned.

    He was playing with me.

    He knew what I wanted to do.

    Oh, how he knew…

    But he wanted me to say it.

    As much for Lila's benefit, or torture, as his and mine.

    "Tell me what you want to do," he said, softly.

    "Ohhh… I want to whip her… I want to whip her good…"

    "All right… you may… go to the wall and choose your whip…"

    My mouth was watering at the prospect.

    I looked at her with a forceful, stern look on my face.

    As I passed her I put my fingers under her chin.

    "So," I said softly, "Let's see how well you can take it, baby…"

    She stared ahead, not looking at me.

    A tough girl!

    Well, I'd break her, I told myself… I'd break her in two!

    I couldn't wait!

    Now, I plucked off a supple, black whip, on the short and stiff side, and examined it.

    It was a new feeling for me.

    I'd never had a whip in my hands before.

    And I liked it!

    I liked the way it felt!

    Now, I went back to Lila… my Lila, hanging on the cuffs, her legs spread and her arms over her head.

    I reached up with the whip and began to tap her under her arms.

    It was a place she didn't expect to be touched, and it made her jump.

    "What's the matter," I said to her, lightly.

    "I… I…"

    She wasn't used to that… it was a tender and very delicate part of the female anatomy.

    "I'm going to whip you," I said, softly.

    "Ohhhh…"

    "And I'm going to make you crazy… you know that, don't you…"

    "Please…"

    "Don't bother… it's not going to help…"

    I turned and looked at Mel.

    He was standing with his hands folded, looking at me.

    He nodded solemnly.

    Let the games begin!

    I went slowly behind her, letting the tip of the whip drag around her body.

    And now…

    Now, I was behind that lovely flesh of hers.

    I could see the soft swell of her hips, and that hot ass…

    The one she'd sat on my tits with…

    The thighs that had caressed my face.

    She'd been merciless, using her body on me and that whip…

    Crucifying me!

    Well, I was ready to return the favor.

    I was going to whip the shit out of her, and see how she liked it!

    I wanted her to beg me to stop…

    To beg and scream and cry…

    Just the way she'd made me…

    And she would…

    I knew she would…

    If only given half the chance!

    I reached down and gingerly touched her ass with my fingers, grazing the cheeks.

    She couldn't help it.

    She loved it.

    "Yes, baby… yes…"

    Now, just as she was getting used to my fingers stroking her flesh, I reared back, with no warning, and smacked her hard across her buns!

    Whack!!

    It was incredible, the way she responded!

    I couldn't get over it!

    She was twisting in her bonds!

    I would have thought she'd be able to take it better than this!

    I looked at her ass where I'd laid down the smack, and was delighted to see how red it was.

    Now, I was encouraged by that to hit her a little harder…

    On her bottom!

    I reared back once more and let another barrage of blows go, this time one on top of another, until she was heaving and twisting and breaking out in sweats.

    Smack!!

    Whaackkkk!!!

    Wwwhhhaaappp!!!

    I was really giving her the lash now!

    And each time I did, she grunted and groaned, loving the way it was feeling… loving the sound of the thrashing…

    "Ohhhh… Jesssussss… no… no… Mel… make her stop… make her stoppppp…"

    But I knew he wouldn't…

    I knew that Mel was getting off watching his two beauties do things to each other.

    Just as he'd loved the way she'd done me, now he was getting into the way I was doing her.

    And he was content to let me have my way. I wanted to make sure that ass of her was really well-done before I left it…

    So I continued to smack and work it as best as I could…

    Over and over and over…

    Whack!

    Whack!!

    Whaccckkk!!!!

    "Ohhhh… you'll kill me… you'll kill me for sure… you'll… kill… me…"

    Her pleas didn't help.

    I was making her skin turn blue with pain!

    And now, satisfied that her bottom was sufficiently tanned, I turned my attentions toward her legs.

    And her thighs.

    I wanted to do her as well as I could.

    I used the whip first on the front part of her thighs, before working my way in.

    I felt as if I were a great creator, working on my masterpiece.

    The surge of power that coarsed through me was unbelievable.

    I finally realized the power of the whip, and the sheer joy of inflicting pain on another woman!

    It was the greatest feeling in the world.

    And poor Lila!

    She was really in for it now…

    She was really going to feel my wrath!

    And there was no escape.

    For her, there was nothing but compliance…

    Sweet, submissive compliance!

    Now, I stared at her face, and made her look at me by grabbing her chin with my fingers and forcing her face in my direction.

    "How do you like it?"

    "Answer me, you little blonde bitch… answer me or I'll make you sorry you were every born!"

    "I… I… like it… I like it…" I smiled.

    A smile of victory. "I bet you do…"

    "Ohh… please… it hurt… it's too much…"

    "Too much? Nonsense… I haven't even begun yet."

    And with that, I began to criss-cross her thighs… giving her the kind of workout she so desperately needed.

    And then…

    Then…

    When I thought I was going to go crazy… when I really couldn't hold back any longer, I began to work up to her tits…

    Those huge, lovely tits…

    Big and firm and sticking straight out.

    They were going to be my piece de resistance. I cupped her first one in my hand, and held it tight.

    "Ohhhh… no… no… don't… please…"

    "Yes… oh yes… I'm going to give it to you now…"

    I began to swat her nipple, as I held on to her tit with my fingers.

    The reaction in her was electric!

    She couldn't get over it!

    Over and over I punished her nipple, watching, fascinated as it got hotter and hotter… redder and redder, and more swollen…

    "Oooh… God… ohh… please… ohhhh…"

    She was begging me.

    That's what I wanted.

    But it still wasn't enough.

    I wanted to really here her beg me to stop.

    "Ohhh… no more… please… no more… don't… no more…"

    "Yes… lots more… lots more, you little bitch…"

    "Stop… you're killing… me… stop… please…"

    And then, I saw her eyes go up inside her head, and her whole body slumped!

    I turned and looked at Mel.

    He was smiling now, his cock sticking through the opening in his pants.

    "I think she's had enough for now," he said gently.

    I smiled.

    "Yes…"

    He took the whip from my hands.

    "She'll be out for a couple of minutes… you did well… that means I'm going to let you finish her off…"

    I wasn't sure what she meant by that.

    But I was willing to find out.

    I let him take me by the hand into the private bedroom… the room where I'd been tied to the bed and worked over by the both of them.

    "Strip," he said to me.

    I did.

    I didn't hesitate, not even for one second.

    I was proud to show him my body… to let him see how gorgeous it really was.

    And I could tell he was drinking it in.

    "Come here."

    I went to him and he put his arms around me.

    His mouth found mine and we kissed… a long, hot kiss, with his tongue deep in my mouth, and me sucking on it…

    Then, he broke away.

    "Here," he said to me. "Put this on."

    The dildo!

    It was the black dildo… the punisher… the gigantic dildo that had split me in to the last time I was here.

    Now, it was going to be my turn.

    My eyes widened as I strapped the thing on.

    What a weird feeling!

    As if I were putting on some kind of cock, and having it become part of my body.

    "Can I… can I really fuck her?"

    He laughed.

    "Of course… that's what it's all about…"

    I was so eager now.

    He handed me the jar of Vaseline and took me back into the dungeon.

    Lila had awakened by now, and was heaving and puffing in her bonds.

    As soon as she saw me she shrieked.

    "Mel… no… not that… it's too big… it's too big… please…"

    Obviously, she'd given up all hope of having me feel any mercy.

    But Mel was just as bad.

    "It won't be so bad… you'll like it… I promise…" he said to her.

    "No…"

    Now he got angry. Or pretended to.

    "If you don't stop this complaining, you'll take it in the ass… and I promise you won't like that…"

    She stopped!

    On a dime!

    Just like that!

    And I knew she was going to really obey me now.

    There was something about the way Mel threatened women that really made them shape up.

    I knew that from my own personal experience with him.

    Now, I stood in front of her and began to work her over.

    "You like my cock," I said softly, as I popped open the jar of Vaseline.

    "Ohhhh."

    "You better answer me… if you know what's good for you…"

    "Yes…" she said, almost inaudibly…

    "Good…"

    Now, I knew she was staring at my hands as I coated the dildo with the Vaseline.

    It was a nice gesture on my part.

    Certainly nicer than the way she'd treated me…

    And now…

    Now I was going to put it in her.

    I put my hands on her hips and let the dildo push up against her stomach.

    "Smile, darling… you're about to be pleasured…"

    She tried to turn her head but I wouldn't let her.

    "Look at me… come on… look at me…"

    She did… and then I made a move with my hips, and allowed the dildo to start to fall.

    All the way…

    Until it was on her pussy…

    I smiled, cruelly, I'm sure, and she looked at me with pleading eyes.

    Then, with a single thrust of my hips, I was able to get it up inside of her!

    "Ohhhh… God… it's… so big…"

    "Yes…" I said, keeping may face right in front of her…

    It was a simple thing for me to work that killer inside of her…

    All I had to do was to keep moving my hips around… slowly…

    Easily…

    Gently…

    But continually pushing… harder and harder… until I was all the way up… until I was up and in her… a good ten inches… with another five to go.

    Now, she was gasping…

    But she was no longer complaining.

    She was loving it!

    Of course!

    And then…

    Then I began to move my hips slowly, back and forth… really working her over…

    She was turning her face from side to side and I didn't stop her…

    I couldn't…

    She was lost in her own sexual reverie, and it was because of me…

    It was all because I was fucking her… fucking the shit out of her…

    And she was loving it…

    I moved in closer and put my arms around her body, to hug her tight as I continued to fuck her…

    "It's good… isn't it… so good… isn't it…"

    "Yes…"

    "What am I doing to you…"

    "Ffffuckk… ing… me…"

    "Yes… darling… fucking you… where?"

    "In… my pussy… in my hot… pussy…"

    "Oh… yes… I'm going to make you come…"

    "Ohhh…"

    "I'm going to make you come so good…"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Yes… baby… yes… come on… come on for me… come on…"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    And then, she was coming!

    I could tell from the way she was moving her hips… from the way she was motoring them… there was nothing else she could do… there was no way she could stop it…

    She had to let me feel it…

    She just had to…

    And then…

    Finally… when she didn't think she could take anymore, I pulled out.

    And sank to my knees.

    "I'm going to eat your cum," I said, and she sighed again.

    I was on my knees in front of her pussy, and staring up into it.

    I put my hands on her thighs and gently pushed outward from the inside.

    I thought she was going to die!

    Now… she was really on fire…

    And the more I worked on her the better she liked it.

    I had her spread and dripping…

    Ambrosia!

    I couldn't wait to get my tongue in there…

    All I wanted was to eat it…

    To eat it out so good…

    And she knew it!

    I put my tongue right up between the hot lips of her pussy and began to suck.

    Jesus, but she was so responsive.

    I could feel every part of her body starting to contract…

    She was going to lose it if I didn't hurry…

    And come again.

    I licked and sucked in a fury…

    I could taste wave after wave of her juices coming down on me…

    And the more I sucked, the more she wanted…

    Until I knew she was going to come again.

    And then I increased the action of my lips, taking my tongue and slamming it up against her clitty…

    Over and over and over…

    She was going crazy with it…

    Just crazy…

    And her hips were vibrating a million miles a minute…

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Mmffff…"

    "I'm going to… I'm… going… I'm going to come… I'm going to come… ohhhhhhh… aaaaaahhh iiieeee ohhhhh…"

    She was spending from deep within her womb, the juices coming out hot and thick, pouring into my hungry, eager mouth like honey dripping from a hive.

    I licked it all diligently, making sure I got every drop, not stopping until she was completely drained…

    And God, how she loved it!

    How she loved the way I was making her come…

    I didn't quit until I was totally finished with her…

    Until I'd taken every drop of her juices.

    I stood up and smiled, putting on hand on her shoulder, while she continued to shake with joy.

    "I think I'm finished with her," I said triumphantly.

    Mel smiled.

    He came over to me and led me into the bedroom.

    "Let her recover…"

    That sounded good to me.

    We were in the bedroom now, and Mel was caressing my face.

    I think he wanted to fuck me.

    He went for the dildo and began to undo it.

    I caught his hand and held it.

    "What do you think you're doing?"

    "Taking it off so I can…"

    "You'll do no such thing. Strip!"

    It was a side of me he'd never seen before.

    It was a side of me that I'd never seen before!

    And now…

    Now he was all for it…

    He suddenly was very taken with the way I was dominating him.

    And I had something special planned for him.

    It was payback time, all the way around.

    When he was completely nude, I slipped my fingers around his dick.

    "All right, Mel, now get on your knees… now!"

    He sank slowly.

    I looked down at him, with my hands resting lightly on his shoulders.

    "You look good on your knees, Mel… looking up to me… maybe that's where you belong…"

    He didn't say anything.

    Just as well…

    In this position, there wasn't that much for him to say.

    He was going to have to please me, he knew that… he was going to have to do me and do me good…

    And I warned him, as I opened his mouth and put the dildo between his lips, that if he knew what was good for him, he'd suck all of Lila's juices clean.

    God, how he went for it.

    It was a real surprise for me how easy it was to get him to suck that dildo.

    A surprise and a turn-on.

    I was going crazy with it…

    Just crazy…

    And so was he…

    But the best was yet to come.

    I had a surprise for Mel… something that he would never… forget…

    And neither would I!


    EPILOGUE

    I made him suck me for what seemed like the longest time, until I was sure his jaw was sore.

    I knew the feeling.

    And then, when he continued to lick all around the shaft, I decided that it was time for his… punishment.

    "On the bed," I said, shortly. He looked up at me.

    It was amazing how much he could change, from the domineering monster I was used to, to this… a cringing, little boy!

    It was amazing.

    I bet if I'd wanted to, I could have dominated him from the first night…

    It was that easy!

    But, it's like they say, you live and you learn and that's what I was doing.

    He was on the bed.

    On his back.

    "Uh-uh… turn over…"

    He shuddered, visibly.

    He knew what was coming.

    He was going to get fucked.

    He was going to take it in the ass, and I was going to do him!

    I was on fire with the thought of it…

    I was going to teach him a lesson he'd never forget!

    He was on his stomach, and I got between his legs, spreading them as I worked my fingers into his buns.

    "Relax…"

    "Ohhh…"

    "I'm not going to hurt you… too much…"

    "God…"

    I couldn't help it.

    I was going to fuck the shit out of him and there was nothing he could do about it…

    I took the jar of cream and began to work it down his crack…

    "You like it? Huh? You like it?"

    "Yes…" he said, huskily…

    I was sure he did…

    I could tell…

    I could tell by the way he was reacting.

    He was liking it and he was going to get it.

    Deep.

    I was going to make sure of that.

    Now, as I continued to work him over… as I continued to put the cream in his ass, I knew he was about ready…

    And so was I.

    I took the huge dildo in my hands and began to push it into his hole.

    He jerked violently the first time.

    "Relax… relax, Clifford, or I'll tie you down…"

    The words must have been the right ones, because he stopped his complaining, and if he did anything, it was to bite the pillow in front of him.

    And now I was ready to fuck him in earnest.

    I worked my dildo slowly into his asshole… marveling at how well he took the giant thing.

    Ohhh… he kicked and he struggled, but he was making an effort, and that's what was important… he was making a real effort to take it…

    And for that I'd always love him!

    Over and over he pushed back up with his ass… and then finally, as if I'd broken through some kind of barrier, the thing began to slide more easily…

    Up until I was buried in him…

    Buried in his ass!

    All the way up!

    It was unbelievable!

    He'd managed to take that entire dildo up there…

    I couldn't believe it!

    Now, I held it up in him as long as I could… until I didn't think he could stand it!

    "Ohhhh… God…ohhh…"

    "Yes, Clifford… it feels good, doesn't it…"

    "So big… it's so big…"

    "You can take it…"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "I know you can take it… come on baby… you can take it so good…"

    I waited until I just couldn't hold back anymore… and then I started to rock back and forth, slowly… while reaching around and underneath him to hold his prick.

    I knew that would make him feel better.

    And I was right!

    He began to fuck my hand, so fast I thought I was going to come…

    "Easy boy… easy…"

    I was holding him and riding him, and watching my black dildo disappear between his ass cheeks…

    Over and over I drove it into him… deep… so deep…

    And he loved it…

    He loved the way it was feeling…

    The way I was doing him…

    "Come on… come on…"

    I was egging him on mercilessly…

    And he loved it!

    Now, he was starting to really get into what was being done to him.

    I had him spreading his legs for me and taking it as deep as he could get it.

    And he loved it!

    "Yes… baby… baby… you love it don't you… you love getting fucked by me, don't you… you just love it…"

    "Ohhhhh…"

    "Tell me… come on… tell me…"

    "I…love…"

    "What am I doing to you?"

    I was merciless… I was going to make him say it… to confess to me… to tell me everything!

    "Fucking me… fucking me in my ass… in my hot lovely ass…"

    "And are you going to come?"

    "Yes… ohhh… yes…"

    "Where…"

    "In your hand… in your hand…"

    "That's right, baby… that's so right…"

    Now, I redoubled my efforts… I meant to make him come, and I wasn't going to stop until he did.

    Over and over and over…

    He was humping and sighing and really into it now…

    So good…

    So good…

    "Come on baby… come on."

    "Yeah… yeah… I'm going to… I'm going to… yeah…"

    And then, finally, he was coming…

    He was shooting his load…

    All over my hand…

    I moved quickly.

    I wanted to capture the stuff in my palm… I wanted to capture it and hold it and make him eat it!

    I kept the dildo in him and pulled his head back with my free hand.

    He opened his mouth while I held him like that. "You know what I'm going to make you do now, baby?"

    He shook his head no.

    "I'm going to make you eat your own cum…"

    "God…"

    He tried to twist away, but it was no use.

    He knew he was trapped, and going to have to do what I told him.

    Now, he opened his mouth and waited.

    I held my palm up in front of his head, the dildo still jammed in him, a kind of tamer… and pushed my palm right into his mouth.

    I was amazed!

    He began to lap like a puppy, taking his own cum right in and sucking it up…

    I was so turned on I couldn't believe it…

    He was amazing!

    Here was a man who was so sure of his manhood he wasn't afraid to do anything…

    Anything…

    And the more he did, the more I liked!

    I wanted to fuck him all night… to keep him my prisoner forever…

    And he was content to do that too.

    To be mine…

    To serve me.

    The rest of that night was unforgettable, and by the time the dawn came, we were both exhausted.

    I was sure that Dominique was too, as we'd made her hang there all night.

    Well, that's the price you pay when you want to play in the major leagues.

    If there's a down side to this story, it's this.

    After I got home that night, I never heard from Clifford again.

    I know it's hard to believe, but I never got another phone call from him.

    I wondered…

    Had I gone too far?

    Was I too much over the brink for him to enjoy sex with me?

    Maybe I shouldn't have fucked him in the ass.

    That was the only thing I could think of…

    Maybe it was the wrong thing to have done.

    But it was so good…

    I wouldn't have traded anything for that night!

    But I was still depressed.

    I mean, I'd fallen in love with Clifford and lived for the time I could see him again.

    A month went by.

    A whole month.

    And finally, I had to see for myself.

    I knew I was taking a chance, but I had no choice.

    I had to…

    So I rented a limo on my own and instructed him to take me to the house… over the bridge.

    What a strange feeling it was to be traveling like that…

    Finally, when we got to the familiar street, my heart began to pound.

    I couldn't believe it!

    The house was all boarded up.

    There it was, in the harsh light of day.

    Boarded and for sale.

    How…

    How could it have been?

    Where was Clifford?

    And Dominique?

    And why hadn't they told me they were leaving!

    I suppose I could have checked with the real estate people to find out who the owners were, but somehow I knew it wasn't going to do me any good.

    They were too smart for any of that.

    It might have been a rented house all along!

    I had to face it.

    It was over.

    My training and sexual awakening had come to an end.

    My future was clear to me now.

    I'd have to go through the rest of my days finding men and women to train.

    Where to find them…

    I knew.

    In the bars.

    Just where I was found.

    It was the kind of poetic justice that would serve me well.

    I knew now I was on a mission, and that mission as to spread the sexual gospel.

    There would be men and women I'd find… willing sexual partners I'd teach and train…

    That was my goal now in life.

    And I had many experience that were real hair-curlers.

    Every week I found a new team, and took them to my apartment and made them do things…

    Ohhh… the things I made them do…

    And I knew that one day… sooner or later… when I least expected it, I might run into Clifford and Dominique…

    And they'd be smiling and proud.

    For they'd be looking at their best pupil… and knowing they'd taught me the best lesson of all…

    To love pain…


  • CHAPTER ONE
  • CHAPTER TWO
  • CHAPTER THREE
  • CHAPTER FOUR
  • CHAPTER FIVE
  • CHAPTER SIX
  • CHAPTER SEVEN
  • CHAPTER EIGHT
  • EPILOGUE
  • создание сайтов