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Training Samantha: Chapter 3 - I am Not a Lesbian
Samantha Akkineni awoke early on Saturday morning. She did this without the alarm being set; it was just her routine and she didn't change it just because it was the weekend. She donned exercise attire and went downstairs. Upon entering the home gym, she saw a box sitting on the table. She went in search of Neeraja and found her in the laundry room.
What's with the box in the gym? she asked.
It arrived yesterday with instructions to put it there. The deliveryman said you'd be expecting it.
She returned to the exercise room and opened the box. Inside was a note explaining that she was to wear the enclosed item while exercising, a minimum of half an hour a day. She pulled out the wrapped item and opened it. She turned it around and around. It was a strap with a leather phallus attached. She thought at first he was going to make her wear a dildo, but a card on the plastic wrap showed a picture of a girl with the strap around her head and the wide end where the phallus attached was at her mouth. This was too much. He had disrupted her life when he was with her, and the butt plug made her conscious of him even when he wasn't.
What's with the box in the gym? she asked.
It arrived yesterday with instructions to put it there. The deliveryman said you'd be expecting it.
She returned to the exercise room and opened the box. Inside was a note explaining that she was to wear the enclosed item while exercising, a minimum of half an hour a day. She pulled out the wrapped item and opened it. She turned it around and around. It was a strap with a leather phallus attached. She thought at first he was going to make her wear a dildo, but a card on the plastic wrap showed a picture of a girl with the strap around her head and the wide end where the phallus attached was at her mouth. This was too much. He had disrupted her life when he was with her, and the butt plug made her conscious of him even when he wasn't.
She made a decision, put it back in the box and started her routine. Neeraja knocked and entered a few minutes later with the phone and handed it to Samantha who was pedaling the stationary bike.
You have chosen to ignore me, the voice said when she picked up the phone.
No, sir, she hastily replied. I was just about to start my exercises, she lied, and had just opened the box. Was it from you?
The line went dead. Damn him, she thought as she handed the phone back to Neeraja and thanking her for bringing it. After her housekeeper had left, she went back to the box and retrieved the fake cock. The package called it a pecker gag. The leather made her mouth bulge as she inserted it. She pushed slowly until it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She looked and realized she still had a little farther to go past that point. She put it in again until it reached the gagging point. Then with a will she relaxed her mouth and throat muscles and pushed just a little. No gagging. Just a little more. She pushed the last little way and gagged again. The offending article was rejected as she hacked and coughed. She wanted to cry but refused to let herself. She sat down so she could concentrate. In again, she tilted her head up for easier entry, muscles forced to relax, and the last little push was made without gagging. She swallowed around it and found it quite uncomfortable. She thought about not buckling it, but he seemed to anticipate her every move, so she buckled it behind her head. It wasn't long enough to block her breathing but breathing through her mouth was out of the question.
Samantha slowly and carefully moved back to the exercise bike and mounted. The rest of her exercising was done at a measured pace. She couldn't get to the point where she was breathing hard and she didn't want to start gagging around the Pecker gag since it was buckled on. By the end, her throat muscles seemed to be relaxed around it and she unbuckled it and took it off. Her mouth was very dry and she took a drink from her water bottle before stowing her new toy in the back of the cabinet.
She went up to the master bath where she looked at the clock and took out the butt plug. It felt heavy and she could feel something metal inside the rubber. After a few moments, it gave off a beep. She sat on the toilet and took a shower. It felt funny soaping her hairless pussy, but it was also erotic she agreed reluctantly. She finished and dried before her 30 minutes was up and reinserted the plug, which soon beeped. The entire focus of everything he made her do was aimed at stirring her sexuality. And despite her best efforts to the contrary, her body was betraying her.
She dressed in sloppy clothes for ramming around the house, and spent a while piddling about the home office. The boys came in to say they were going out to an amusement part with Neeraja. Samantha usually took them out someplace on Saturday, but she didn't want to go in a skirt without panties, and she didn't know when Kyle would call again. After they left she changed into a bikini that set off her curves and went out back to lay in the sun by the pool.
The phone rang about 2:00 and she went inside to get it.
Good afternoon, said a familiar voice.
Good afternoon, Sir.
No, sir, she hastily replied. I was just about to start my exercises, she lied, and had just opened the box. Was it from you?
The line went dead. Damn him, she thought as she handed the phone back to Neeraja and thanking her for bringing it. After her housekeeper had left, she went back to the box and retrieved the fake cock. The package called it a pecker gag. The leather made her mouth bulge as she inserted it. She pushed slowly until it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She looked and realized she still had a little farther to go past that point. She put it in again until it reached the gagging point. Then with a will she relaxed her mouth and throat muscles and pushed just a little. No gagging. Just a little more. She pushed the last little way and gagged again. The offending article was rejected as she hacked and coughed. She wanted to cry but refused to let herself. She sat down so she could concentrate. In again, she tilted her head up for easier entry, muscles forced to relax, and the last little push was made without gagging. She swallowed around it and found it quite uncomfortable. She thought about not buckling it, but he seemed to anticipate her every move, so she buckled it behind her head. It wasn't long enough to block her breathing but breathing through her mouth was out of the question.
Samantha slowly and carefully moved back to the exercise bike and mounted. The rest of her exercising was done at a measured pace. She couldn't get to the point where she was breathing hard and she didn't want to start gagging around the Pecker gag since it was buckled on. By the end, her throat muscles seemed to be relaxed around it and she unbuckled it and took it off. Her mouth was very dry and she took a drink from her water bottle before stowing her new toy in the back of the cabinet.
She went up to the master bath where she looked at the clock and took out the butt plug. It felt heavy and she could feel something metal inside the rubber. After a few moments, it gave off a beep. She sat on the toilet and took a shower. It felt funny soaping her hairless pussy, but it was also erotic she agreed reluctantly. She finished and dried before her 30 minutes was up and reinserted the plug, which soon beeped. The entire focus of everything he made her do was aimed at stirring her sexuality. And despite her best efforts to the contrary, her body was betraying her.
She dressed in sloppy clothes for ramming around the house, and spent a while piddling about the home office. The boys came in to say they were going out to an amusement part with Neeraja. Samantha usually took them out someplace on Saturday, but she didn't want to go in a skirt without panties, and she didn't know when Kyle would call again. After they left she changed into a bikini that set off her curves and went out back to lay in the sun by the pool.
The phone rang about 2:00 and she went inside to get it.
Good afternoon, said a familiar voice.
Good afternoon, Sir.
Are you spending a pleasant day at home?
Yes, thank you Sir. The small talk was getting on her nerves. She been expecting his call all day and wanted to at least know what he had planned for her.
Come to my house tonight at 8:00.
Yes, Sir.
And Samantha?
Yes, Sir?
Bring a mouthful of cum.
Yes, thank you Sir. The small talk was getting on her nerves. She been expecting his call all day and wanted to at least know what he had planned for her.
Come to my house tonight at 8:00.
Yes, Sir.
And Samantha?
Yes, Sir?
Bring a mouthful of cum.
The line went dead before she could respond. Why was he doing this to her? She saw red for a minute, the phone still at her ear. Her fingers clutched at the receiver, wanting to scream at the top of her voice. He was arrogant, barbaric, with no thought for her wellbeing. He disregarded every convention of civilized society. Then, without making a conscious decision, her brain started working to figure out how she could accomplish this task. It is 2:00 now. She would have to find someplace with men in it early. It would be light at 7:30, so it would be hard to find a place outside. The next few hours should have been peaceful ones at home, but he had disrupted her life again as she considered the problems she would face this evening and their potential solutions.
At 6:00 she dressed in her shortest and tightest skirt, which covered the obligatory garters and stockings. She chose a push-up bra and tight, low-cut sweater to accentuate her curves. Her hair, she let down and left a bit wild. Then she finished off by adding bright red lipstick and her highest heels. Who is this woman, she asked herself when she looked in the mirror?
At 6:00 she dressed in her shortest and tightest skirt, which covered the obligatory garters and stockings. She chose a push-up bra and tight, low-cut sweater to accentuate her curves. Her hair, she let down and left a bit wild. Then she finished off by adding bright red lipstick and her highest heels. Who is this woman, she asked herself when she looked in the mirror?
At 6:30 she left the house. Neeraja's raised eyebrows were her unspoken comment. Samantha drove to a middle-class bar and grille and parked. The bar wasn't very crowded and she ordered a drink and looked around. There were only a couple of possibilities she thought as she eyed a balding middle age man alone at a table and a man about mid-twenties in a suit at the end of the bar. She had to play this out; it couldn't happen too soon. She looked at her watch, 6:50. She took a sip. Other people came in. A group of guys celebrating after a game of some sort sat in the corner, and a couple took a table. She was jarred with the realization that she hadn't been sitting properly. She looked around as though he could be there spying on her and slid off the stool. Try as she might, she couldn't get on the stool with the back of her skirt up, not without lifting the whole damn thing to her waist anyway. So she just stood and sipped.
7:00, time seemed to stand still. When no one else came in, she decided to strike up a conversation with the hunk in the suit and see if something could develop. As she made her move an attractive redhead entered the bar and joined him. Strike one at 7:10.
When no one else had entered 5 minutes later, she went over and asked if she could sit at the table with the middle age man. He indicated a vacant chair and she sat down. He wasn't particularly attractive, with a middle that kept him at arms length from the table. Now what, she wondered? They introduced themselves. Would he like to buy her another drink? He would, and went to the bar as she downed the rest of hers. By the time he returned with the drinks it was after 7:25 and she knew she had to make her move. She took a good swallow of the fresh one to steady her nerves and reached out and put a hand on his arm.
Maybe we could go somewhere, she started.
Where?
Someplace where we could be alone, she tried to speak seductively but it didn't come off.
Are you a hooker or something? he asked.
She blushed at the insinuation and took a drink to calm her nerves. No, just looking for a good time.
I've never seen you in here before, he wasn't too sure. She was definitely a cut or two above anyone who would look at him. Are you a cop?
She shook her head. I've never been in here before. But I want to make you feel special tonight, she said feeling desperate now. It was almost 7:35.
If you're sure.
She took his arm and led him out of the bar. Where is your car? she asked.
He pointed to a Pontiac a couple of cars down. She groaned at the proximity to the door and steered him away to her Mercedes at the edge of the parking lot. She hit the button and the doors unlocked. She opened the back door and motioned for him to get in.
Right here? he asked.
I don't have a lot of time right now, sweetheart. Maybe later we can meet and do it right. She couldn't lose him now. She pulled her sweater and bra down to reveal her breasts. He reached out and stroked the left one. She slid across the rear seat and he followed, closing the door. She unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out and he reached over so he could run a hand over her breasts. She pushed him back and sucked him in; working the way Kyle had taught her. His moans gained force every time she swirled her tongue around the head. She started bobbing her head quickly now, and she reached under to massage his balls. He leaned forward so he could play with her nipples and the combination sent him over the edge. She sucked till her mouth was full, then raised her head and continued to bring him off with her hand.
Now what? She opened the door and got out, but he didn't move. She tried to talk but jism ran down her chin and she scooped it up with a finger and sucked it in. She reached in and grabbed his arm to pull him out but he pulled her back in on top of him and as her stomach hit his knee, the precious cum she had been saving was spit out all over him.
Damn, Damn. Damn. She looked at the mess that had spewn all over his pants and wondered if she could suck it all up. But it was already soaking into the material. Out, she yelled figuring he could not cum again no matter what she did. Just get out. It was 7:47. He scrambled out pulling his soiled pants up and looking bewildered. She hit the lock button as she ran back into the bar leaving him there. She look around and with little choice picked out one of the jocks. She leaned over and whispered in his ear that he looked like a real stud and she wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life.
What? She repeated what she had said elaborating on what she would do for him. The others looked on quizzically.
You've got to be kidding?
You heard me right, Stud, she whispered. Shall we? she said grabbing his hand.
Hey guys, this broad wants blow-jobs. Shall we oblige her? At first they wouldn't believe it, then the whole group became animated, talking and laughing about the needs of a slut as she reddened even more and pulled her hand away.
Eight minutes to go. There was no time for this. She went to the end of the bar as asked for a plastic cup. The bartender handed it to her and she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the back room. The jocks watching the proceedings hooted and hollered behind her. She didn't even take down his pants, but knelt, unzipped the bewildered 30 something, fished him out, and grasped the base firmly. She sucked on the head while milking him with her free hand. Now her mouth followed the hand up and down his cock. The jocks out in the bar had taken up a chant and were clapping in unison shouting, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go. She closed out the sound and concentrated on making him cum. His hand went to her hair and held it firmly. She felt a certain amount of power in feeling him get harder and harder then he was spewing into her mouth. When it was full, she spit it into the cup and then went back for the rest. A glob had fallen meanwhile on the curve of her right breast. She rose, spitting the rest into the cup, and turned to go.
Lady..., he said, his cock still twitching from the hole in his pants.
But she was gone. The jocks were still chanting and had moved over toward the bar. They saw the cup, the cum on her chin, and the glob above her sweater, and broke into cheers. God, what ass holes, she thought as she ran through them and out the door. As she scrambled toward her car in high heels, she scooped up the glob with a finger and flicked it into the cup. Her cheering section followed her outside and she could still hear them yelling and laughing as she spun the tires leaving the parking lot.
The car clock said 7:57. She raced the 7 or so miles to his house holding the precious cup in her free hand and praying that all the cops in the area were on doughnut break. The car squealed to a halt in his drive and she ran the last leg of the race to the door emptying the contents of the cup into her mouth and throwing it aside. Thirty seconds later she was ringing the doorbell and breathing heavily through her nose. Her watch, she had forgotten to take it off. It read 8:04 as she dropped it on the table. She glanced down at her nudity and prayed that no one was looking this direction. The minutes ticked by. Her breathing had slowed but the mouthful was becoming uncomfortable. She heard an elderly couple walking down the sidewalk and she turned toward the door, feeling very conspicuous. She didn't know if they looked toward the house or not. At 8:08 the door was opened. She recognized the secretary from Kyle's office, attired as she was except for an apron.
You're late, was her only comment, as Samantha brushed past to take up Position #1. Samantha waited several minutes there before hearing muted footsteps behind her.
His voice sounded displeased. You will be punished.
She could only nod.
Did you come prepared as I asked?
She nodded affirmatively again.
Let me see. She tilted her head back and opened so he could see the thick, milky liquid she had worked so hard to obtain.
Lady..., he said, his cock still twitching from the hole in his pants.
But she was gone. The jocks were still chanting and had moved over toward the bar. They saw the cup, the cum on her chin, and the glob above her sweater, and broke into cheers. God, what ass holes, she thought as she ran through them and out the door. As she scrambled toward her car in high heels, she scooped up the glob with a finger and flicked it into the cup. Her cheering section followed her outside and she could still hear them yelling and laughing as she spun the tires leaving the parking lot.
The car clock said 7:57. She raced the 7 or so miles to his house holding the precious cup in her free hand and praying that all the cops in the area were on doughnut break. The car squealed to a halt in his drive and she ran the last leg of the race to the door emptying the contents of the cup into her mouth and throwing it aside. Thirty seconds later she was ringing the doorbell and breathing heavily through her nose. Her watch, she had forgotten to take it off. It read 8:04 as she dropped it on the table. She glanced down at her nudity and prayed that no one was looking this direction. The minutes ticked by. Her breathing had slowed but the mouthful was becoming uncomfortable. She heard an elderly couple walking down the sidewalk and she turned toward the door, feeling very conspicuous. She didn't know if they looked toward the house or not. At 8:08 the door was opened. She recognized the secretary from Kyle's office, attired as she was except for an apron.
You're late, was her only comment, as Samantha brushed past to take up Position #1. Samantha waited several minutes there before hearing muted footsteps behind her.
His voice sounded displeased. You will be punished.
She could only nod.
Did you come prepared as I asked?
She nodded affirmatively again.
Let me see. She tilted her head back and opened so he could see the thick, milky liquid she had worked so hard to obtain.
Close your mouth, but don't swallow, he said holding a stick with leather at the end. I will give you your choice of punishments. Both will involve your breasts. I can tie you up and you will receive 10 on the underside of each tit. Or you can hold them up for me and I will hit each 4 times. Of course if you let one fall, it will receive 2 extra penalty shots. If you lose the cum with either choice, there will be 4 penalty shots each. Which will you chose?
This is a choice, she said to herself?
wogggggannnn.
O sorry, I forgot. Would you like choice 1?
She shook her head no.
Choice 2?
She hesitated. The better of two evils is still an evil. But she finally nodded yes.
Good. Stand up, grab both nipples and lift them as high as they will go. This will hurt, but you will want to remember the part about maintaining a full mouth.
He flicked the rod, testing it. Then he snapped it with his wrist and the leather cracked on her right breast just below her fingers, making it jiggle. Her eyes opened wide and a gurgling sound escaped from her mouth. A red welt appeared to mark the spot. She steeled herself for the next one and it stung equally as much in the same place on her left breast. She closed her eyes and a growling sound came from her throat. She tightened the grip on her nipples. There was no way she was going to let this go into overtime.
He changed ends and ran the handle through her bare slit. The end was slick with her moisture as he held it up for inspection and nodded.
One, he announced.
The second one left a mark an inch to the right of the first on the right breast and a similar one soon appeared on the left. She had no idea the underside was so sensitive and wanted desperately to let go and massage the hurt away. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying. She couldn't even close her mouth to grit her teeth.
Two.
This is a choice, she said to herself?
wogggggannnn.
O sorry, I forgot. Would you like choice 1?
She shook her head no.
Choice 2?
She hesitated. The better of two evils is still an evil. But she finally nodded yes.
Good. Stand up, grab both nipples and lift them as high as they will go. This will hurt, but you will want to remember the part about maintaining a full mouth.
He flicked the rod, testing it. Then he snapped it with his wrist and the leather cracked on her right breast just below her fingers, making it jiggle. Her eyes opened wide and a gurgling sound escaped from her mouth. A red welt appeared to mark the spot. She steeled herself for the next one and it stung equally as much in the same place on her left breast. She closed her eyes and a growling sound came from her throat. She tightened the grip on her nipples. There was no way she was going to let this go into overtime.
He changed ends and ran the handle through her bare slit. The end was slick with her moisture as he held it up for inspection and nodded.
One, he announced.
The second one left a mark an inch to the right of the first on the right breast and a similar one soon appeared on the left. She had no idea the underside was so sensitive and wanted desperately to let go and massage the hurt away. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying. She couldn't even close her mouth to grit her teeth.
Two.
Her mouth was salivating and the excess moisture gave her more than a mouthful. The excess was trickling down her throat and she had to swallow it little by little.
Crack. The leather hit an inch to the left of the original mark on her right breast. A tear trickled down her cheek unbidden as the injured breast stopped wiggling. He reached toward her and began massaging her clit. Shit, she thought when the realization hit her. If he brings me off now there is no way I can hold this damn cum in my mouth. She resolved not to respond. But the events of the past hour had made her too horny and there were too many distractions to her resolve. She was soon moving against his hand.
Crack. The leather tip came from below and popped against her left breast.
Three. His fingers continued manipulating her clit even as he hit her. Her fingers were cramping from holding her breasts up by the nipples. But she just had to get through two more strokes.
Are you ready?
She nodded tightening her grip on the already painful nipples. The fourth one snapped an inch below the first one on the lower curve of the right breast. He could see the momentary pain in her eyes before her resolution took over. It didn't seem quite as bad now that she was close to orgasm. The fingers continued to rub her soaked pussy. Her body was betraying her again.
You would like to cum? it was hardly a question.
She shook her head no, then yes. She didn't know what she wanted. The taste of cum was strong in her mouth and she thought of the bartender.
You seem uncertain. Do you want to cum?
Yes, she shook her head, yes. He could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm and stopped rubbing momentarily.
Very well. You have done well. You may cum on the last stroke. Hold them higher. Samantha pulled her nipples up. Higher still. They were taunt now, with the nipples pointing straight up, gripped by fingers holding as tightly as possible. Everything there was sore. The nipples hurt from her abuse during the last 15 minutes and the rest ached from the welts he raised. She set her feet firmly, preparing for the end.
I will count down from 30, he said. You will cum exactly at the end. And just to show that I can be lenient, I'll hit you the last time on the count of 2. Don't cum early or late, he added.
She nodded. How on earth did I get myself into this?
30. His fingers started rubbing circles around her clit again. Time seemed to stand still as she listened to his voice and lived in the moment of eroticism that swept over her.
20. She was breathing hard through her nose. She swallowed again as a bit of slime slid unbidden down her throat.
15. Her concentration was complete. Nothing but his voice and the hand at her pussy mattered.
10. Her moans became louder and more frequent. This was it.
8. He increased the pace. She had to wait.
7. She knew she would never forget the taste of his cum.
6. She pushed her cunt against him as hard as she could.
5. So close, breathe out.
4. So close, breathe in.
3. She squealed through her nose. She held her breath.
2. Crack.
1. The pain had turned to pleasure.
Cum Samantha. Cum for me my slut. She struggled wanting to swallow as her insides contracted and wave after delicious, painful wave of orgasm washed over her. She didn't think to release her nipples and didn't realize how much they ached. Her knees shook and she straightened her legs to keep from falling down. He kept working her clit all through the orgasm. She started breathing in painful gasps through her nose. As she came down, she was sure this couldn't be happening to her.
Her mind cleared, and she lowered her nipples and let them go. A sharp pain told her the blood was flowing back into them. Her hands and fingers opened painfully.
Open your mouth.
He checked. Swallow.
You are a bastard, she said when she could speak. Sir.
He raised an eyebrow and pointed to the couch for her to sit. She did so thankfully since everything still quivered and her legs were like jelly.
You didn't want to cum? He sat in the chair opposite.
I...no..., not that way.
You want to always be in control.
She shrugged. You are a fine one to talk about other people wanting to be in control.
When did you ever do anything sexually you didn't want to do? he asked.
She thought for a moment. I had sex with my husband the night before he left even though I wasn't interested.
Did you cum?
Well, no
Then you kept your precious control even then. He had your body, but you never gave him your mind.
She shrugged again. I don't think of it as control. Just two people making love together.
Your husband wanted sex but you kept your orgasm to yourself. I wonder who came out ahead? And how are your orgasms with Chaitanya?
They are just fine, thank you, Sir, she said defensively.
Powerful, like the way you came with me today, he said cruelly.
Something like that, yes, but they both knew she was lying. Her orgasms with Kyle were the most intense of her life, but the cost was too great. Being ordered about like a dog wasn't her idea of fun in spite of the way her body responded. She hadn't even been spanked as a child. Blackmail had turned her life upside down.
Kyle pushed a button on the end table by his chair. In a few moments, the woman Samantha knew as his secretary/housekeeper appeared.
Sir?
He nodded at the middle of the room. She folded her apron and put it on a table nearby before kneeling gracefully in position #1 in the middle of the room. Samantha envied her poise and figure. She judged her to be about 5 years her junior. The pussy she presented had been prepared in the same way as her own. Her hair was auburn, not black like hers. She had been very business-like at the office, now Samantha saw her as a beautiful creature oozing sexuality.
You have done as I asked? he wanted to know.
Yes, Sir.
Joanna, meet Samantha.
Good evening, Samantha, her eyes never left the floor.
Samantha didn't know what to say in this bizarre situation.
Joanna, Samantha has only cum once. See to it.
Yes, Sir, she said and crawled over to a panicking Samantha.
You don't understand, Sir, she almost shouted. I am not a lesbian.
He grinned. Neither is she. Obeying me is a choice she made, although like you, she found it difficult at first. Her husband sent her to me as a result of a little tax indiscretion. Her year will be up soon and I'll send her back per our arrangement.
And what is OUR arrangement, as you call it? she said raising her voice.
There is none. I'm not convinced yet that you are worth the effort. You still have to prove yourself worthy of my unique form of tutelage.
So after all I have been through, I may still go to jail?
He shrugged. Life isn't fair. It's easy for you to give orders but obeying someone else you find most difficult. You have already forgotten the proper seating posture.
Samantha had instinctively closed her legs when Joanna came into the room. She looked down at them and forced them open.
Joanna, if you please.
She moved forward again.
No, please. I'll do it with you, any way you want, Sir. I'll even be punished, she gulped. Please, not with a woman. She began to cry.
You are afraid and that is natural. But cumming on the mouth of another woman won't make you gay. The decision has already been made, he said in a calm, low voice that brooked no resistance.
Joanna knelt in front of Samantha, lifted her right leg and placed the foot on the couch beside her, turning her body so she lay back against the corner cushions. The left leg was hoisted onto her shoulder leaving her wide open.
Show Joanna your cunt, he ordered.
If there could be anything more humiliating, she didn't know what it would be. She parted her lips for Joanna to see deep into her and shut her eyes as her lips squished apart.
Open your eyes and watch what she does, he commanded. You may learn something.
A wet tongue came out and slithered from her vagina to the top of her slit. Chaitanya wasn't into cuntsucking as he called it and Samantha shivered at the new sensation. The tongue poked into and swirled around her pee hole. She took the engorged lips into her mouth and sucked on each in turn. Then it was back to her pee hole before tonguing all around the mouth of her vagina. Samantha luxuriated in the silky softness of her experienced tongue.
Crack. The leather tip came from below and popped against her left breast.
Three. His fingers continued manipulating her clit even as he hit her. Her fingers were cramping from holding her breasts up by the nipples. But she just had to get through two more strokes.
Are you ready?
She nodded tightening her grip on the already painful nipples. The fourth one snapped an inch below the first one on the lower curve of the right breast. He could see the momentary pain in her eyes before her resolution took over. It didn't seem quite as bad now that she was close to orgasm. The fingers continued to rub her soaked pussy. Her body was betraying her again.
You would like to cum? it was hardly a question.
She shook her head no, then yes. She didn't know what she wanted. The taste of cum was strong in her mouth and she thought of the bartender.
You seem uncertain. Do you want to cum?
Yes, she shook her head, yes. He could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm and stopped rubbing momentarily.
Very well. You have done well. You may cum on the last stroke. Hold them higher. Samantha pulled her nipples up. Higher still. They were taunt now, with the nipples pointing straight up, gripped by fingers holding as tightly as possible. Everything there was sore. The nipples hurt from her abuse during the last 15 minutes and the rest ached from the welts he raised. She set her feet firmly, preparing for the end.
I will count down from 30, he said. You will cum exactly at the end. And just to show that I can be lenient, I'll hit you the last time on the count of 2. Don't cum early or late, he added.
She nodded. How on earth did I get myself into this?
30. His fingers started rubbing circles around her clit again. Time seemed to stand still as she listened to his voice and lived in the moment of eroticism that swept over her.
20. She was breathing hard through her nose. She swallowed again as a bit of slime slid unbidden down her throat.
15. Her concentration was complete. Nothing but his voice and the hand at her pussy mattered.
10. Her moans became louder and more frequent. This was it.
8. He increased the pace. She had to wait.
7. She knew she would never forget the taste of his cum.
6. She pushed her cunt against him as hard as she could.
5. So close, breathe out.
4. So close, breathe in.
3. She squealed through her nose. She held her breath.
2. Crack.
1. The pain had turned to pleasure.
Cum Samantha. Cum for me my slut. She struggled wanting to swallow as her insides contracted and wave after delicious, painful wave of orgasm washed over her. She didn't think to release her nipples and didn't realize how much they ached. Her knees shook and she straightened her legs to keep from falling down. He kept working her clit all through the orgasm. She started breathing in painful gasps through her nose. As she came down, she was sure this couldn't be happening to her.
Her mind cleared, and she lowered her nipples and let them go. A sharp pain told her the blood was flowing back into them. Her hands and fingers opened painfully.
Open your mouth.
He checked. Swallow.
You are a bastard, she said when she could speak. Sir.
He raised an eyebrow and pointed to the couch for her to sit. She did so thankfully since everything still quivered and her legs were like jelly.
You didn't want to cum? He sat in the chair opposite.
I...no..., not that way.
You want to always be in control.
She shrugged. You are a fine one to talk about other people wanting to be in control.
When did you ever do anything sexually you didn't want to do? he asked.
She thought for a moment. I had sex with my husband the night before he left even though I wasn't interested.
Did you cum?
Well, no
Then you kept your precious control even then. He had your body, but you never gave him your mind.
She shrugged again. I don't think of it as control. Just two people making love together.
Your husband wanted sex but you kept your orgasm to yourself. I wonder who came out ahead? And how are your orgasms with Chaitanya?
They are just fine, thank you, Sir, she said defensively.
Powerful, like the way you came with me today, he said cruelly.
Something like that, yes, but they both knew she was lying. Her orgasms with Kyle were the most intense of her life, but the cost was too great. Being ordered about like a dog wasn't her idea of fun in spite of the way her body responded. She hadn't even been spanked as a child. Blackmail had turned her life upside down.
Kyle pushed a button on the end table by his chair. In a few moments, the woman Samantha knew as his secretary/housekeeper appeared.
Sir?
He nodded at the middle of the room. She folded her apron and put it on a table nearby before kneeling gracefully in position #1 in the middle of the room. Samantha envied her poise and figure. She judged her to be about 5 years her junior. The pussy she presented had been prepared in the same way as her own. Her hair was auburn, not black like hers. She had been very business-like at the office, now Samantha saw her as a beautiful creature oozing sexuality.
You have done as I asked? he wanted to know.
Yes, Sir.
Joanna, meet Samantha.
Good evening, Samantha, her eyes never left the floor.
Samantha didn't know what to say in this bizarre situation.
Joanna, Samantha has only cum once. See to it.
Yes, Sir, she said and crawled over to a panicking Samantha.
You don't understand, Sir, she almost shouted. I am not a lesbian.
He grinned. Neither is she. Obeying me is a choice she made, although like you, she found it difficult at first. Her husband sent her to me as a result of a little tax indiscretion. Her year will be up soon and I'll send her back per our arrangement.
And what is OUR arrangement, as you call it? she said raising her voice.
There is none. I'm not convinced yet that you are worth the effort. You still have to prove yourself worthy of my unique form of tutelage.
So after all I have been through, I may still go to jail?
He shrugged. Life isn't fair. It's easy for you to give orders but obeying someone else you find most difficult. You have already forgotten the proper seating posture.
Samantha had instinctively closed her legs when Joanna came into the room. She looked down at them and forced them open.
Joanna, if you please.
She moved forward again.
No, please. I'll do it with you, any way you want, Sir. I'll even be punished, she gulped. Please, not with a woman. She began to cry.
You are afraid and that is natural. But cumming on the mouth of another woman won't make you gay. The decision has already been made, he said in a calm, low voice that brooked no resistance.
Joanna knelt in front of Samantha, lifted her right leg and placed the foot on the couch beside her, turning her body so she lay back against the corner cushions. The left leg was hoisted onto her shoulder leaving her wide open.
Show Joanna your cunt, he ordered.
If there could be anything more humiliating, she didn't know what it would be. She parted her lips for Joanna to see deep into her and shut her eyes as her lips squished apart.
Open your eyes and watch what she does, he commanded. You may learn something.
A wet tongue came out and slithered from her vagina to the top of her slit. Chaitanya wasn't into cuntsucking as he called it and Samantha shivered at the new sensation. The tongue poked into and swirled around her pee hole. She took the engorged lips into her mouth and sucked on each in turn. Then it was back to her pee hole before tonguing all around the mouth of her vagina. Samantha luxuriated in the silky softness of her experienced tongue.
Kyle undressed and moved in from behind. His cock slid into Joanna's wet cunt and she contracted the muscles around him. She spread her knees further apart to accommodate him better. He reached around her and palmed Joanna's left tit. His right hand found and squeezed Samantha's left one. He penetrated fully, then withdrew until he was completely outside of her before lunging forward again.
Joanna had moved up to Samantha's clit and was flicking it lightly with her tongue. She slid two fingers up her cunt hole and worked them in and out in time with her tongue and Kyle's strokes. They didn't seem tight enough, so she added a third finger to the other two. Kyle pinched both nipples in his hands.
Samantha fought to keep her eyes open. She hadn't missed Kyle's penetration or the look of contentment on Joanna's face when it happened. She vowed she wouldn't cum on a woman's mouth, that she would fake it. But deep inside she knew that they would know and she didn't think she could keep from cumming anyway. Her buttocks spasmed as the invading tongue did its work. Joanna's talented tongue moved at the pace set by Kyle. Samantha's legs contracted involuntarily, driving her buttocks off the couch and her cunt into Joanna's mouth.
I...can't...believe...how good...this feels, was all she could say. She had already cum once how could she need it again. Then she realized that she didn't have permission to cum and tried to back off. The more she tried, the closer the tongue brought her to the forbidden orgasm.
May I cum, Sir? she blurted out.
In a minute, was the reply.
She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she felt her toes curl. Kyle's fingers at her nipple tightened and Joanna took the other one in her free hand and pinched. The fingers slid in and out faster as Kyle picked up the pace. Just when she thought she would die or go mad, he shouted Cum, my sluts, and all three of them convulsed in unison. Joanna moaned over and over. Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and shouted Oh Goooood, iiiiiieeeeeeeeeee. The volume and intensity changed up and down as her orgasm hit, then hit again. Her ass was held high off the couch, the sinews in her legs stretched taunt forcing her cunt onto Joanna's mouth. Joanna plunged her fingers deep inside as her tongue lashed the engorged clit. Kyle's hand left Samantha's tit and stroked her face as she came and came and came.
Thank you, Sir, it was Joanna's voice after everyone had collapsed. Do you want me to do her again?
No, you did just fine.
She turned and made to suck him into her mouth, but he brushed her away. It is for her to do.
In a daze, Samantha looked at the dripping cock presented to her. Taste another woman's cunt juice? She started to shake her head no when Kyle grabbed her by the hair and drove his cock into her mouth. She sat stunned. As her tongue started to clean off his cock with a mixture of Joanna's secretions and Kyle's cum, she was confounded at the changes in her life three short days had brought. This is how slut's act, she told herself, and she was sure she wasn't a slut.
Joanna had moved up to Samantha's clit and was flicking it lightly with her tongue. She slid two fingers up her cunt hole and worked them in and out in time with her tongue and Kyle's strokes. They didn't seem tight enough, so she added a third finger to the other two. Kyle pinched both nipples in his hands.
Samantha fought to keep her eyes open. She hadn't missed Kyle's penetration or the look of contentment on Joanna's face when it happened. She vowed she wouldn't cum on a woman's mouth, that she would fake it. But deep inside she knew that they would know and she didn't think she could keep from cumming anyway. Her buttocks spasmed as the invading tongue did its work. Joanna's talented tongue moved at the pace set by Kyle. Samantha's legs contracted involuntarily, driving her buttocks off the couch and her cunt into Joanna's mouth.
I...can't...believe...how good...this feels, was all she could say. She had already cum once how could she need it again. Then she realized that she didn't have permission to cum and tried to back off. The more she tried, the closer the tongue brought her to the forbidden orgasm.
May I cum, Sir? she blurted out.
In a minute, was the reply.
She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she felt her toes curl. Kyle's fingers at her nipple tightened and Joanna took the other one in her free hand and pinched. The fingers slid in and out faster as Kyle picked up the pace. Just when she thought she would die or go mad, he shouted Cum, my sluts, and all three of them convulsed in unison. Joanna moaned over and over. Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and shouted Oh Goooood, iiiiiieeeeeeeeeee. The volume and intensity changed up and down as her orgasm hit, then hit again. Her ass was held high off the couch, the sinews in her legs stretched taunt forcing her cunt onto Joanna's mouth. Joanna plunged her fingers deep inside as her tongue lashed the engorged clit. Kyle's hand left Samantha's tit and stroked her face as she came and came and came.
Thank you, Sir, it was Joanna's voice after everyone had collapsed. Do you want me to do her again?
No, you did just fine.
She turned and made to suck him into her mouth, but he brushed her away. It is for her to do.
In a daze, Samantha looked at the dripping cock presented to her. Taste another woman's cunt juice? She started to shake her head no when Kyle grabbed her by the hair and drove his cock into her mouth. She sat stunned. As her tongue started to clean off his cock with a mixture of Joanna's secretions and Kyle's cum, she was confounded at the changes in her life three short days had brought. This is how slut's act, she told herself, and she was sure she wasn't a slut.
Kyle had dismissed Joanna with a wave of his hand. He was back in his chair and she still sat reclining on the pillow with her right knee in the air.
You have learned more about your sexuality in the past three days than in the last 30 years.
She sat mute. Her body was so relaxed she didn't know if she could move. But the tingling in her pussy was still there as though she hadn't cum for a month. Damn.
You will need to see our friend Niko about your tit jewelry.
She had hoped that he had just wanted to embarrass her at the restaurant. But he didn't say things lightly she was beginning to understand.
The restaurant will still be open and he works tonight. You will want to know if he prefers your nipples as they are, with nipple studs, or with rings in them.
She began to say something, then just shook her head in defeated acquiescence.
He will be doing you a favor by giving his opinion.
But he is so young probably just out of college, Sir.
He didn't go to college. He is 20 and learning the restaurant business from his father. What's your point?
I...he...yes, Sir.
You'd better attend to it now.
But my clothes...
...will be just adequate for the task at hand.
Yes, Sir. She got up stiffly and went to the door. She would never get use to being naked outside, she thought, as she peered through the doorway before stepping out. She dressed quickly, retrieved the cup, and drove to The Athenian.
Samantha looked for Niko when she entered but he was not in sight. The Maitre d' looked slightly put out by her appearance. He asked if he could help and she wanted to say help was what she really needed. But she asked for Niko.
Is there a problem? he asked.
No, she just needed to speak with him for a minute.
He left and returned with Niko in tow. How may I be of assistance? he asked politely with no indication that Friday night had happened.
Can we speak privately? she asked looking at the Maitre d'.
Niko led the way to the narrow corridor the housed the restrooms she remembered so well and turned expectantly. Madam?
She didn't know how to begin. We...I was here for dinner Friday night with Mr. Laughlin.
Yes, I remember. Still no hint of anything out of the ordinary. Was everything to your satisfaction?
The food was very good. Mr. Laughlin asked your opinion and I have come for the answer.
Opinion?
Yes, decoration for me, my...you know.
And what were the options?
Accept them as they are, studs, or rings.
And those are for your...?
This wasn't going anywhere. She pulled down the front of the sweater, unhooked the front of her bra and opened it wide for the youth to see.
Madam, not here please, he was embarrassed. This is a proper establishment.
She closed the bra and pulled up the sweater.
Well?
I'm sorry. On a matter of this delicacy and importance, I would have to consider carefully.
You have already seen me, twice now.
Yes, Madam. But I cannot make a determination without studying the situation very carefully. It is a decision which would have a significant impact your exceptional beauty.
When would you be able to make that determination?
Tomorrow morning at 10:00 would be convenient, he said holding out a card.
She took the card and nodded resigned to her fate. Tomorrow morning at 10:00, she repeated, the words sounding like a death knell.
As she walked past the Maitre d' and out into the night, she wondered if she would awaken soon and find that this had all been a nightmare.
You have learned more about your sexuality in the past three days than in the last 30 years.
She sat mute. Her body was so relaxed she didn't know if she could move. But the tingling in her pussy was still there as though she hadn't cum for a month. Damn.
You will need to see our friend Niko about your tit jewelry.
She had hoped that he had just wanted to embarrass her at the restaurant. But he didn't say things lightly she was beginning to understand.
The restaurant will still be open and he works tonight. You will want to know if he prefers your nipples as they are, with nipple studs, or with rings in them.
She began to say something, then just shook her head in defeated acquiescence.
He will be doing you a favor by giving his opinion.
But he is so young probably just out of college, Sir.
He didn't go to college. He is 20 and learning the restaurant business from his father. What's your point?
I...he...yes, Sir.
You'd better attend to it now.
But my clothes...
...will be just adequate for the task at hand.
Yes, Sir. She got up stiffly and went to the door. She would never get use to being naked outside, she thought, as she peered through the doorway before stepping out. She dressed quickly, retrieved the cup, and drove to The Athenian.
Samantha looked for Niko when she entered but he was not in sight. The Maitre d' looked slightly put out by her appearance. He asked if he could help and she wanted to say help was what she really needed. But she asked for Niko.
Is there a problem? he asked.
No, she just needed to speak with him for a minute.
He left and returned with Niko in tow. How may I be of assistance? he asked politely with no indication that Friday night had happened.
Can we speak privately? she asked looking at the Maitre d'.
Niko led the way to the narrow corridor the housed the restrooms she remembered so well and turned expectantly. Madam?
She didn't know how to begin. We...I was here for dinner Friday night with Mr. Laughlin.
Yes, I remember. Still no hint of anything out of the ordinary. Was everything to your satisfaction?
The food was very good. Mr. Laughlin asked your opinion and I have come for the answer.
Opinion?
Yes, decoration for me, my...you know.
And what were the options?
Accept them as they are, studs, or rings.
And those are for your...?
This wasn't going anywhere. She pulled down the front of the sweater, unhooked the front of her bra and opened it wide for the youth to see.
Madam, not here please, he was embarrassed. This is a proper establishment.
She closed the bra and pulled up the sweater.
Well?
I'm sorry. On a matter of this delicacy and importance, I would have to consider carefully.
You have already seen me, twice now.
Yes, Madam. But I cannot make a determination without studying the situation very carefully. It is a decision which would have a significant impact your exceptional beauty.
When would you be able to make that determination?
Tomorrow morning at 10:00 would be convenient, he said holding out a card.
She took the card and nodded resigned to her fate. Tomorrow morning at 10:00, she repeated, the words sounding like a death knell.
As she walked past the Maitre d' and out into the night, she wondered if she would awaken soon and find that this had all been a nightmare.
To Be Continued
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Training Samantha: Chapter 4 - Trixy The Strip Dancer
Samantha Akkineni stretched and swung her legs out of bed. The activity jarred the butt plug that was a constant reminder of her new owner, for that was indeed what he was becoming; she had to admit to herself. She dressed and exercised, after pulling the penis gag out of the closet. It went in easier this time and she didn't gag. After exercising she ate some breakfast, showered and dressed, her shortest skirt, of course, front close bra and a blouse, with heels and stockings. She left at 9:40 and drove to the address on the card Niko had given her.
It was an apartment building and she took the elevator to the third floor. Promptly at 10:00, she rang the doorbell. The youthful Niko, wearing shorts and a tee shirt, answered the door and ushered her in. She had been thinking a lot about this since last night. She was sure she could convince him not to opt for the studs or rings in her nipples. There was no way she could explain them to Chaitanya. She had to do whatever it took.
She went in and stood looking at him. I expect you want to consider your options now, she said getting to the point and unbuttoning her blouse. She undid the front closure and opened her bra, holding it to the sides so he would have an unobstructed view.
He observed her breasts from different angles, saying nothing. You can see that they are firm with hard nipples, she pointed out. Touch them and you will see that their beauty will not be enhanced by jewelry.
He ran his fingers over her nipples and she shivered. Don't you agree? she arched her back pushing her breasts into his hands. Still no response. She placed her hands on his and squeezed her breasts in his hands. A slight blush was evident on her chest and her nipples hardened into little points. Niko, no jewelry would be your choice, wouldn't it?
One inch rings might be my choice, he responded. They will set off the nipples very well.
No, please, Niko. I can make it worth your while if you help me here, she wasn't so sure of herself now.
It has to be part of the whole package. Take off your skirt as well as your blouse and bra so I can judge properly.
Now just wait a minute. That wasn't part of the deal. You are young enough to be my son, she said hotly, knowing she had lost her edge.
Fine. Just leave. I can see you're not interested in my opinion at all, he turned away.
She knew she couldn't do that. Kyle had said she was to have Niko's opinion and there was no turning back. She removed blouse and bra, setting them aside. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and lowered it. He looked and sucked in his breath when her bare pussy was unveiled and his eyes were drawn to the garter belt and stockings that framed it. No women he knew dressed like that. What more can I do for you? her tone was different now. She sank to her knees.
He pushed her back onto the floor. It is too late now, he said looking at the base of the butt plug that had come into view as she sprawled out.
I...I can't leave. Not until I have your opinion, She said looking up at him. I...I'll do whatever I have to do for you.
Anything? he quarried.
Yes.
Turn and let me see your ass. When she complied, he pulled the plug out part way before pushing it back in. Do you like it?
It feels soooo good, she said pushing back against him and hoping she was satisfying him.
Maybe I should take you here, it was not a question.
I'm, sorry, Sir. I am not allowed to take it out without my Master's permission. He has required me to keep it in for him. She didn't want to admit to Kyle being her master, but that is what made sense since she had to make some explanation to this boy. You can push it in and out if you like though.
He pulled it partway out and examined it. It seems to have metal inside it, he said pushing it in and out.
I can only have it out for 30 minutes first thing in the morning. It beeps whenever it is inserted or removed.
Then there must be a sensor of some sort in it, he said still working it in and out and squeezing it.
That is what I figured, but I don't know what it senses.
I don't know, but if I can't come in your ass, you'll have to make it up to me then some other way.
I will, I will. What would you like?
Turn around and put your hands behind your back. When she complied, he went to the cupboard and came back with some thin rope and bound her hands together. Kneel. She did so with difficulty. He returned to the kitchen and returned with a handful of clothespins. These will provide you with more incentive to work hard. He put one on each nipple as she sucked in her breath. The other two were placed either side of the original ones. She fought back a cry and gritted her teeth.
He lowered his shorts and his cock sprang free from its confines and stuck straight out. He turned around. Tongue me. Tongue me good, was the command. She looked at the ass cheeks before her and thought that nothing in her life before now had prepared her for this moment. She leaned her head forward smelling his odor and stuck out her tongue. He pushed back a little and she was able to reach his anus. The taste hit her hard and she fought back the desire to choke. The pain in her nipples made her work quickly, up, down, side to side, then she shut her eyes and pushed it in. His moan told her that was what he liked so she concentrated on pushing it up from the bottom and into the hole, then out and up the other side. He thought he had died and gone to heaven.
When he had had his fill of this fun, he turned around. His cock was at eye level. The pain in her clothespin-clad nipples had receded to a dull ache and he reached down and pinched each of the clothespins in turn until her moans told him they were sore enough. He straightened and she took his cock into her mouth, forming her lips into a tight O.
Suck me, he said as he wove the fingers of both hands into her hair and pulled her onto his cock. It lodged just inside the back of her mouth. She fought the gag reflex, almost thankful for the training of the penis gag. Then he pulled her mouth back off his cock before ramming it back in until her lips were firmly mashed into his pubic hair. He wasn't use to this much stimulation and was losing his ability to think. If she only had the use of her hands, she thought, she could balance better and cushion his thrusts. But he was only interested in the feelings that were bringing him higher and higher.
You're going to swallow all my cum. He thrust fully into her each time and tightened his grip on her hair until it became painful. Occasionally, the clothespins would bang against his legs causing the dull pain to flare up. She used her tongue as much as she could as his cock pulled out. A small spurt told her it was time and she started swallowing. Larger ones followed as he grunted and groaned through the best orgasm of his life. She continued to swallow through it, sucking hard as he pulled his cock out and breathing when she could.
Thank you, sir, she said when he pulled his cock from her mouth and she sat back.
He took off the clothespins and she felt the sting when each was removed. He rolled each nipple between thumb and finger as the blood rushed in. They are very nice. You have been very good after some initial petulance so I'll opt for studs in your nipples. But for giving me a hard time, I would like to see 4 rings of some sort in your cunt lips as well. I will leave the choice up to your master.
When she started to object, he held up his hand. Any criticism of my decision and I'll go for the big rings in your nipples and big rings with weights for your cunt. Then I'll have your clit pierced and....
I was going to say thank you Sir, for being so considerate, was all she could say. Are you finished with me now? she was half hoping he would ease the tingling sensation she was feeling between her legs.
He untied her and she dressed. A keepsake, he said handing her the clothespins. She put three of them in each skirt pocket without comment and left, wishing things had turned out differently.
She took a shower, leaving in the plug and lay on her bed nude. Images of the sex she had provided at Niko's kept flashing through her mind. She knew Kyle was winning when she admitted to the sexual craving he had brought out in her, but she was beyond caring. She removed her robe and massaged her tender breasts. Even gentle touches made her sore nipples harden. She slid her right hand down and began playing with her clit. It was already engorged and she found she had plenty of juice to make it slick. She replayed the scene as Niko bound her hands and forced his cock into her mouth. Then with her hands still bound he pushed her onto his bed and slid his cock up her horny cunt. She was pinching one nipple, then the other, moving toward climax when there was a knocking at the door and Neeraja said there was an important phone call from Mr. Laughton.
Damn him again, she thought. She rolled off the bed, grabbed her robe and took the phone from Neeraja and shut the door behind her.
She took a deep breath, Hello?
Good afternoon. What are you up to? said his deep voice.
Oh, nothing. I just finished a shower after returning from Niko's.
You haven't broken any rules today?
No, Sir, could he have known she was bringing herself off?
What did Niko say?
He wants me to have studs in my nipples, Sir. Maybe he didn't know about the other.
Is that all?
Shit. And 4 rings in my...my...my pussy lips, he probably knew. He said you were to decide about them.
Very well, I'll arrange it.
I don't suppose it would do any good to try and appeal to your merciful side, especially about the rings, Sir?
No, it will be as he has ordained. You are sure they were only studs in your nipples?
Yes, Sir.
Very well. Wear your sexiest skirt and blouse, a sexy front close bra, a black garter belt, and black fishnet hose tonight. Meet me at my house tonight at 7:30.
As you wish, Sir. The line went dead.
She put the phone down and sat on the bed with tears in her eyes. She had been so close; even now it wouldn't take much to bring her off. Was his call just chance or was the butt plug responsible for alerting him to what she was doing? She thought about her ass squeezing as she masturbated and wondered if that could be it. She reddened at the thought that he might know she was trying to bring herself off. Even in the privacy of her own bedroom, she could sense his presence. The thought terrified her. She had to pull herself together, she decided, and she threw on some old clothes and went downstairs and called Chaitanya. They talked about the kids and his work for several minutes and hung up. She felt the weight of their indiscretion on her shoulders. He knew nothing about it and she couldn't tell him.
After supper, she redressed in the same clothes she had worn to Niko's and pulled into Kyle's' drive at five to seven. She undressed as required and after a few minutes of standing bare-assed again in the open, was ushered in by Joanna. Kyle was sitting with a drink in his hand. She knelt as gracefully as she could and took up Position #1.
Come here, he said, Position #3.
She complied and placed her hands on the curve of her buttocks, elbows almost touching, thrusting her breasts forward. He pulled her forward between his legs and opened the lips of her pussy to examine them. Niko has very good taste. His decision is a good one. I'll see that everything matches.
I may be able to explain away the nipple studs to Chaitanya, but not the rings, Sir.
You will have a week to think of something.
Then he slid two fingers into her. They went in easily and she closed her eyes and moaned. Are we going to pretend we aren't horny today?
No, Sir, she looked down at him sitting in front of her. Her nipples were hard, but they always seemed to be now. She had lost control over her own body. It had acquired a mind of its own.
He reached up with one thumb and lifted the hood partially covering her clit. The other fingers slid out of her cunt and he closed thumb and forefinger on the sides of her clit. He rubbed them back and forth, up and down, back and forth. This was the hardest thing about being with Kyle, wanting to cum so badly, and having to ask permission to do so. And even when she broke down and asked, even begged him, he might not let her. She bit her lip and tried to keep from moaning.
Yes, I know it's hard to give up control, he said softly.
She didn't answer but just closed her eyes. She knew she would lose this battle anyway, just like she had lost every other one with him. But she just had to resist as long as she could. It was a matter of preserving some shred of dignity.
His fingers rolled her clit slowly and rhythmically, not pushing her to orgasm, just teasing. They pulled her up slowly, ever so slowly. It felt different standing since she couldn't get totally relaxed as she could when lying in bed. He pinched his thumb and finger tighter together. A moan escaped from her throat. Her closed eyes shut out all other senses and there was nothing but her clit moving to the tune of his fingers. She could feel the muscles of her thighs contract and she tried to relax them. They wouldn't obey and contracted again. Her arms ached from their position behind her back. She would have to ask him soon.
He watched as the red blush of her arousal spread down her chest to the tops of her breasts. It was truly a beautiful sight. He listened to her breathing, coming faster now, punctuated by the squishing sound from down below. He felt the tension in her legs as they spasmed involuntarily, and she leaned more heavily against him. He smiled as he wondered how long she would wait to ask.
May I cum, Sir? she finally blurted out.
What made you wait so long?
Is just that...well...I keep hoping that I'll be able to resist what you're doing, that I'll be able to control myself. I don't want to have to cum like this, Sir, she said twitching against his fingers, her hips moving in time as he rolled her clit.
Then you won't have to cum, he said stopping what he was doing and just holding her clit. She continued moving her hips up and down, stretching her clit in both directions. She was sooooo close. Yes, it would be worth the punishment, what ever it was, to cum without permission. She could feel everything contract and pulled harder and faster against his fingers. She sucked in her breath and, and, and he released his grip on her. She felt her body start the initial contraction, then nothing. She was shaking.
Please, Sir, don't leave me like this. I'll beg if that's what you want me to do.
It is what you asked for, and I have granted your request. You will not cum now.
She was so angry she wanted to cry. But she pulled herself together and nodded. As you wish, Sir.
No, it was as you wished. Here is a wig for tonight, he said reaching for a box and handing it to her. Joanna will take you to get ready.
Joanna appeared and led her upstairs. Though Samantha asked, Joanna refused to divulge any information about the evening. She just told her to put on loud lipstick, pull up her hair, and put on the long blond wig. Then she rubbed blond dye into her eyebrows and produced big hoop earrings to complete the ensemble.
Kyle was waiting when they came downstairs and he led Samantha out onto the front veranda where she put on her skirt, bra, and blouse. They drove for more than a half hour before pulling around the back of a strip joint she had heard about. She turned with terror in her eyes and he handed her a mask.
Tonight you will be part of the entertainment. This is amateur night. The girl who wins will earn $100. If you win, I'll allow you to keep your mask on. If you do not win, you will be unmasked in front of the audience. You have an advantage over the other girls, however, because you have a brain.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was supposed to dance in a strip club? She looked down at the mask in her hands. That and the wig might cover her identity, but only if she kept them on. She looked at the area behind the club and thought about making a run for it. Then she could feel the burden of their mess with the IRS, and knew that flight was useless.
He was speaking again. When you dance, you can take off everything except your panties. Those must stay on, he said handing her a pair of black bikini panties. She raised her skirt and pulled them on. Then she donned the mask.
They walked in through a back door and he signed her up for the amateur competition as Trixy'. There were about 10 girls signed up ahead of her, so she was told she would go last. She was led to a back room to check make-up and get ready. The other girls were already there. Most of them were in their early to mid twenties and sported exaggerated busts and abbreviated attire. There were a few comments about her mask, and they wondered who she could be. Samantha sat at a mirror and felt very out of place.
The show started at 9. A man called the first girl out and Samantha went to the side to watch her come out on a narrow stage that ran across the front of the club. A pounding rock song started and the strawberry blond launched into her routine. She had obviously done this before and moved sensuously before and appreciative audience. As Samantha scanned the audience, she stopped, looked again, and her heart sank. There in the front row was Jim Thomas, her head of marketing, sitting with her vice president, her CFO, and her VP for Sales. And sitting with them was Kyle. As if things couldn't be worse, at the table next was the guy from the mail room who ogled her every chance he got, and two other employees she couldn't place. Her life as she knew it was over.
She looked at the girl who was gyrating to the music swinging her top. She was only just confined by her half bra and was bending over to present her cleavage to its best effect while shaking her ample bosom. She reached back and unhooked her bra. Holding her bra up in front of her she made a show of uncovering her breasts, which were covered with tassels. She started spinning the tassels left, and then right, then in a show of muscle control, spun them in different directions.
Samantha went in search of the bathroom. She found it and threw up in the nearest toilet, which was also the only one there. Then she locked the door and sat down on the toilet, put her head in her hands, and sobbed uncontrollably for the next five minutes. One of the girls knocked on the door and she called out that she would just be a minute more. She had to pull herself together. What could she do? She had brains as well as a decent body. She knew she couldn't dance like the other girls but then this wasn't really about dancing, but about turning men on. She washed her face and walked out. The girl who had knocked on the door was waiting there.
Is this your first competition? she asked.
Yes.
I only do it for my boyfriend. My name is Donna, sexy huh? Is that why you're here?
Mine is Trixy. My boyfriend insists, said Samantha and went to the dressing room and put her lipstick on again. Then she watched another dancer to check on the competition, and went into the kitchen area in search of props.
It would all work out, she kept telling herself. It had to.
An hour later, her name was called and she stood and walked to the side of the narrow stage. The girl ahead of her was in the last minutes of her routine. Samantha put it out of her mind and concentrated on what she had to do. The girl left to the applause of the men and she was on. She picked up the beat of the music and moved out onto the stage. She stood for a few moments swaying to the music and a hush came over the audience. Then she ran her hands over her hips and up over breasts that seemed to stick out wonderfully. The sweater was slowly pulled up and off. The bra was opened and the men could see that her breasts had been stretched by a dozen rubber bands that had been placed around the base of each. She shook them but as tight as they were, they didn't bounce. The men went wild. This was raw.
She reached into the back of her skirt and pulled out a spatula. She swayed over to the front row on the right and bowed so her tits were just over their heads. SMACK, the spatula hit her right tit at the nipple. It jiggled slightly, turning slightly red, then SMACK, she hit the left one. She straightened and hit the outside of each breast in turn. Damn this hurt, she thought. Only once more. SMACK, SMACK, she hit the inside of each breast.
The men were cheering and hollering. This was something totally different. Here was a woman who knew what they wanted. She smiled at them and produced two clothespins from her skirt pocket left from earlier in the day. She leaned over and gave one each to two of the men in a front table. Then she pinched both nipples as the song changed. Still moving her hips, she motioned for them to put the jewelry on her. The first one stood and put his clothespin on the left nipple. It only caught a little skin and hurt like hell. The second remained seated and grabbed her right nipple and drew it down to put on the other clothespin. They received a round of applause.
She straightened and hit the clothespins in turn, bouncing them up and down. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out the other four clothespins. They were added to the ones already on her and she placed the first one on a little more skin. Then she moved her tits left and right. She thought this might have been enough to win the competition, but she had to be sure.
She unbuttoned the skirt and lowered it and stepped away from it. They liked the black stockings and the garter belt. She lowered her hand into her panties and they could see her rubbing herself to the beat of the music. She brought them back out and put them into her mouth. The crowd went wild. She was in a world of her own, brought out by necessity, but also by the cheers and comments.
She moved the crotch of the black panties to the side and brought out a candle inch by inch. Then pushed it back in. She removed an outside clothespin from her nipple and placed it on her left cuntlip. Then a second followed it. The clothespins were clearly visible sticking out of the crotch of her panties. A third was taken from her nipple and placed on the right side, followed by the fourth. The adrenaline was flowing now and she barely felt the pain. She did a few dips to accentuate the clothespins sticking out of her panty crotch and walked back and forth across the stage, occasionally hitting the two left on her nipples.
She turned and bent over. Silence. She reached back and slowly pulled her butt plug out of her ass at the side of her panties. The pink plug contrasted with the black of her panties and her skin. She then rammed it back in before pulling it out again. She turned around and put her right hand into her panties and rubbed her clit while pushing the plug in and out from behind. Pandemonium had broken out. One minute passed, then another. She worked herself with her eyes closed. She was nearly there. She opened her eyes and looked at Kyle, begging for permission. He shook his head no and for a moment she thought about ignoring him and cumming, there in the strip club, in front of nearly a hundred hollering, cheering, clapping men. Then, with their eyes locked on one another, his head nodded yes. She pushed hard on her clit and rammed the butt plug in and out, her mouth opening and eyes closing. When it came, she thought it was going to kill her. She shook and shook and wanted to collapse right there on the stage still stroking herself. The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever as men she never wanted to meet in her life stood and cheered her on. She had to be helped off the stage and to her chair in the dressing room. Her clothes were handed to her and she pulled off the clothespins before putting them back on, except for the black panties. Donna bumped her as she walked by. Thanks, Trixy, you slut. Just who are you anyway? They will be expecting dancing like that from us now.
The men were calling for her as the girls made their way in a line across the stage. There was no surprise as the name Trixy' was called out. She stepped forward and accepted the $100. They yelled for her to remove her mask but she smiled and shook her head no over the din.
The guy from the mail room rose as the girls left the stage announcing that he was going to meet her. He had to find out who she was. Kyle grabbed his sleeve in a firm grip and said that wasn't possible. She was his property, he said raising his voice, and he would bring her out so they could meet her if they would consent to her keeping on the mask. This seemed better than losing her altogether so they all agreed. Kyle said in a low voice, If you try and remove it, I will break your arm, then rip your balls off. Mailbuddy seemed to get the message and sat down reluctantly. Kyle rose, ordered a drink from the bar, and stepped through the door marked Employees Only'.
Samantha was still shaking from the ordeal. When she saw Kyle enter the dressing room with the girls in various stages of undress, she held out the money she had won.
He shook his head. It's yours. You've earned it. I told you that you had the brains to pull it off, but you didn't have confidence in yourself. I am very impressed with your inventiveness and determination. And it's nice to see that sex comes naturally to you if you would only let it. He handed her the drink.
Thanks, Sir, she said and downed the whole thing.
Your public is clamoring for your appearance out front. You will be able to keep your wig and mask on.
No, please, Sir. I am completely wiped out. I can't do any more.
This is a chance to meet your biggest fans. And I have promised them that they will get to meet you, he said as if it were all settled. I would suggest you keep your responses to nods yes no will not be permitted. It will not be a good thing to try and speak with members of your management team there.
God, you are such a bastard, was all she could say.
He ignored the slip in her form of address, helped her up, and they walked into the bar. He directed her to the section at the side of the bar, and motioned to the seven men from her company to join them. Kyle reiterated his demand about the mask and they agreed. He moved behind her and cupped her breasts through her clothes. Then he undid her blouse, button by button and pulled it aside.
You undo the bra, he told her head of marketing.
Jim Thomas stepped in and pulled the bra open so everyone could see her breasts. There were red marks where the pins had been and everyone wanted to touch them. You want me to make them feel good, don't you? he asked.
As she had been instructed, Samantha nodded.
He massaged the breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Though he didn't pinch hard, the feeling was strong and she pushed back against Kyle.
Would you like your cunt played with as well? asked the obnoxious mail guy.
She swallowed hard but nodded to him too. He stepped to the side and reached under her skirt. She doesn't have any panties on, was his observation as he felt the bare cunt there. Another one reached under the back, And she still has the butt plug in.
Spread your legs so we can get at you better.
Samantha complied and reddened visibly. How could she get through this trial?
Other hands rubbed over her breasts and stroked up her legs. Mail guy was stroking her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm on stage. The plug was pulled partway out, and Kyle had to back away a little to make room.
The candle is gone, another announced as that orifice was invaded.
The room swirled around her. Hands were everywhere all at once as seven men pulled her higher and higher toward orgasm.
Sir, please? she whispered turning her head.
No, slut.
She fought the feelings that raged through her. Why did he do this if he didn't want her to cum?
Almost as if to answer he whispered through her hair, I want your mind.
The pain in her left nipple almost came as a relief as they were mauled by another hand. It enabled her to focus on the pain and not her impending orgasm. She closed her eyes and tried to think about anything else, but it wouldn't come. Her cunt lips were pulled; lips that were sore from the clothespins. Fingers roughly sawed in and out of her cunt. Her skirt was up around her waist and the only limit to number of men playing with her body was the amount of space around her. They made it their goal to bring her off, even as she knew she couldn't cum. She just couldn't. There was no telling what Kyle would do if she broke this rule. She had never been so close, never wanted it as badly, as she did now.
Please, Sir, I beg of you, she turned her head again and whispered harshly.
Why should I let you cum, slut.
To give you pleasure? she said hopefully.
I can watch you cum any time I like.
She thought frantically, her mind dazed. To make me your slut.
Cum my slut, he said in a low voice pleased with her.
She reached back and grabbed him by the head, pulling his against her own and shrieked at the top of her lungs. The club went quiet as the blond shook and twisted and turned, cumming against the hands that had brought her so much perverted pleasure. When her legs gave out, Kyle held her up through orgasm after orgasm as hands stroked her everywhere and from every direction. She couldn't catch her breath, which came in huge gulps. She tried to push their hands away but had no strength. Her brain was overloading. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness and sensed, rather than felt, hands lifting and carrying her.
She awoke in the Jag. She felt for the mask and pulled it off, relieved to find it still in place. Likewise the wig.
Your secret life is still safe, he comforted her. No one knows what you are inside but me.
She moved aching muscles and worked the stiffness out of them. My God, what did I do in there?
Losing control can sometimes set you free to be the person you really are. How many times did you cum?
I don't know. I lost count, she answered ruefully.
Neither the men nor the women in there will soon forget your dance' routine, he smiled.
The women were pissed, she smiled as well. They will have to be more inventive in the future.
They pulled into his driveway and the garage door opener let them into the garage. He led her into the house. She asked to use the bathroom.
When she had showered and dressed, he sent her home. As she was driving she remembered that while she had cum over and over, he hadn't cum even once that night. She shook her head. He was like no man she had ever met before.
To be Continued
Training Samantha: Chapter 5 - Embarrassed, Exposed, Pierced
Monday morning was nothing but usual, that is, it was as usual as Samantha's life had become. She had slept well, very well, the night before, and visions of the events of the evening flooded in. She pushed them aside and got on with the day. She did her morning exercises with the penis gag, and dressed as she had been taught. Neeraja was wearing a cover-up and told her she would be spending her day-off at the beach with friends after delivering the boys to school. Samantha nodded, spent a few minutes with the boys, and then headed for the office. There, she sat as required, skirt up in back so she was sitting on her bare ass (she was wearing her skirts fuller these days since a tight skirt was difficult to hike up), with her legs parted, even under her desk. She expected a phone call from Kyle in the morning, but nothing happened. When she saw any of the men who had been at the strip club, she reddened and had to take a deep breath before speaking. But they acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary, so she began to relax. The afternoon, likewise there was no contact from HIM. Finally about the time she was getting ready to leave HE walked into her office.
Hello, Sir, she said looking up, trying to smile.
Hello, Samantha. How is the corporate world these days?
Fine, thank you, Sir.
You are sitting as I have instructed?
Yes, Sir. Do you want to check?
Of course, he stepped over and pulled up the back of her skirt as she sat until he could see her naked ass through the open back of the chair. You have recovered from last night?
She blushed again thinking about all the men, most of whom she knew, who had their hands on every part of her body. I slept well, Sir, was as much as she could manage.
I shouldn't wonder. I have a few instructions for you.
More rules to complicate my life? she said trying to keep the venom from her voice, but forcing a smile.
Wednesday morning you have your appointment to get your piercings, he said ignoring her. It is scheduled for 10:00 so you will have to make arrangements to come in late to work. Here is the address. They will be expecting you.
Yes, Sir, she said wondering to herself what he would do if she skipped the appointment. She shuttered and decided that she really didn't want to know.
The other matter concerns your PC muscles.
My what? she inquired.
The muscles that control your vagina. They are a bit weak, as both Joanna and I noticed. I will expect nice strong muscles to milk my cock if I should decide I want to fuck your cunt. You will strengthen them for me over the next few weeks. He went into the kitchenette and returned. Remove your skirt and spread your cunt lips. His examinations of her nether regions always left her blushing and confused. He held up a glass Now you will pee into this glass, he said as though instructing someone on a point of golf.
Oh my God, your aren't... she said in a loud voice. Then looking toward the door she hissed, you can't really mean it.
He said nothing, just looked at her waiting patiently for the realization to sink in. It was his eyes that were different than any other man's. They seemed to look right inside her, and seemed to know just what she was thinking. They caught hers and told her that her objections would come to naught.
I will try, Sir, she said blushing as she pushed her bald labia against the glass. Nothing happened. The minutes ticked by.
Samantha, he said sternly.
I am trying, Sir, really I am. But this is soooo embarrassing. I have never done this in front of anyone. She paused. I know I can do this for you. She was pushing, but nothing was happening. She knew he would be angry with her if she failed him. It was just so...so, she didn't know what. He had taken something very personal and private and was taking control of even that.
She looked down at his expectant face. I won't disappoint you, Sir, she said with resolve. And soon, as good as her word, the sound of piss hitting the glass could be heard.
Stop, he said firmly and louder than usual. She sucked in the muscles responsible for pee control and in a couple of seconds only a few droplets of water trickled down to fall into the glass.
You took too long to stop. It is a sign of weakness in your muscles. Start up again. She relaxed and felt the pee streaming out.
Stop, he said as soon as he heard the spisssss of her flow. This time she was ready and pulled in the muscles hard.
That was a bit better. Go. And on she went starting and stopping until she was drained.
From now on, whenever you pee, you will start and stop five times. That will exercise the muscles we have been speaking about, and you will begin to isolate them. I will have more serious exercises for you to start in a few days. Do you have any questions?
I don't think so, Sir.
And Samantha...
Yes, Sir?
I know these exercises will make your little cunt horny. But you don't have permission to cum.
It will not be a problem, Sir, she answered a little too hastily.
See that is isn't.
After he left, she made the arrangements with her secretary to move a couple of appointments on Wednesday morning.
Tuesday morning, she awoke and started and stopped five times as her new instructions dictated. Then she went down to exercise and found another box like the one the previous week. Inside was a slightly longer and wider pecker gag. She took it out and it took 10 minutes before she could get it in without gagging on it. Then she cautiously did her exercises with it strapped to her head, the end jutting into her throat slightly and causing her to breath more heavily than usual. Her throat was dry and scratchy when she finished and was able to take the offending article out. The water from her water bottle felt good and she sighed thinking how complicated her once simple life had become.
The day went smoothly. By the end of it, she was feeling the kegels she did every time she took a piss. She went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. He had extended his control into almost every aspect of her life, and she resented it with every fiber in her being. She could have just given her body to him without much in the way of regret. But the constant tingling in her clit reminded her that he had wormed his way into her mind and she shuttered as she realized she was losing control of herself. She wondered if it was possible to have the kind of orgasms he gave her, no, forced upon her, in any other way. Was it that she was encountering new sexual experiences like a teenage girl, or was it something else, something totally different, something he understood about her that she didn't understand about herself? She constantly marveled at his command of himself and everyone around him, even as she wished his command over her wasn't so powerful and complete. She knew he wasn't the sort of man who would look kindly at a woman whining about him wanting sex too often, or complaining about the way he dressed, or the hours he kept.
She did know that she felt stimulated and her mind was drawn to him every time she did something he had commanded her to do. And the fact that he had expressly forbidden her masturbation privileges, something she never thought about normally, made her think of it all the more. She undressed, and naked lay on the bed. She ran her hands over her breasts and found the nipples ultra sensitive. She debated whether or not she should chance it, and turned red at the thought that he might know and call her again, interrupting a perfectly good finger fuck. She moaned as she rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was so close to an orgasm and hadn't even touched her clit. Reluctantly, she dragged her hands away, turned out the light, rolled over, and tried to sleep.
Wednesday promised to be another beautiful day. As the sun shone through the bedroom windows, Samantha roused from a restless night and remembered that she was to be pierced that morning. She peed five times, counting starts and stops, put her hair in a ponytail, donned sweats and went downstairs to call Chaitanya. After the third attempt, she gave up and did her exercises after finally getting the new penis gag in place. There was no rush this morning since she was going to have her piercings done at 10:00 and wasn't due into the office til after lunch. She spent time with the boys, gave them both hugs, and Neeraja loaded them in the car for school. Then she relaxed on the couch with a second cup of coffee and read the paper.
It was some time later that a deep male voice startled her from her concentration. Good morning, Samantha.
The paper slipped from her grasp. Right behind him was Neeraja who said, I'm sorry, he just burst past me when I opened the door. Do you want me to call the police?
It is fine, Neeraja, she said as he sat in a chair opposite her.
Sit down, Neeraja, he indicated another couch on a third wall. She looked at her employer who nodded her ascent.
Neeraja crossed in front of him and sat down. He studied her. She was in her mid-twenties with dark features and a nice figure accentuated by the dress she wore.
Samantha, assume position #1, he said without taking his gaze off the maid.
She glared at him shaking her head. You have gone too far. This is my home. You will have to leave now, she said enunciating each word with fire in her eyes. She made to rise, but his eyes held hers and she sank back into the couch.
Neeraja, leave us, he ordered.
Do you want me to call the police? she asked her employer.
Yes, he smiled, that would be just the thing to do.
Samantha shook her head; No, not the police. Just do as he says, she was shaking as Neeraja left the room.
Kyle pulled out a DVD and popped it into the player. The screen came alive with a court scene. A couple was being sentenced for IRS fraud by a panel of three judges. The next scene showed Samantha sitting in his office. She watched as she asked him to accept a $6 million bribe to forget their IRS indiscretion. Then it jumped to the restaurant and showed her rushing to the table with her red bra in hand for him, and pulling up her skirt with a brief flash of bare torso when sitting down. Then she was in the Board Room receiving a spanking.... Her mind went numb.
You can imagine where this could be sent. Do you want to see the rest? he asked, a deadly calm in his voice as the TV screen showed her with skirt held high, kneeling and taking him into her mouth in the board room.
Tears were in her eyes as she watched herself putting on the red wig in the bedroom while preparing for the strip club act and shook her head no. I can't involve Neeraja, I just can't. It would be too embarrassing and she might say something to Chaitanya. If he finds out, my marriage will be over. You have taken over every other part of my life. Please, I need to keep this part my own.
You might want to watch some of your act, he said shutting off the DVD player, it was really something. It all comes back to the choices you want to make and the consequences of those choices. You will either obey me or not. It is as simple as that.
No, it is not simple at all, she thought. I have obeyed demands that have embarrassed and humiliated me. I have tried so hard to please you. But it is never enough. You have taken my life away now as though it were nothing. She felt the tears welling up in spite of her resolve not to cry.
And given you something you didn't have before.
What is that? she said a tear trickling down her cheek.
Freedom. Freedom from the inhibitions that have held your sexuality captive. Freedom to let your true sexual nature come through. Freedom to experience a level of sexuality that most people only fantasize about. For me the cost has been many millions of dollars. Could you even go back to being the woman you were a week ago?
She thought about it. This week had brought out feelings she had long since forgotten as well as a whole new level of sexuality she didn't know existed. She had no idea what this was going to do to her relationship with Chaitanya but it would never be the same. I would be your slave, if that's what you want, at your house. But you would have to leave me alone here and at work. It's the only way I can preserve the life I have.
Although you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, you said you would obey me. And you have, most of the time, at least. But I demand obedience whenever and wherever I desire. And that includes here when it suits my pleasure.
She bowed her head, knowing that there could only be one outcome to the events playing themselves out.
It won't do me any good to beg? she said with resignation in her voice.
No, I'm afraid not.
What do you want me to do?
You will have to accept your punishment, and Neeraja will witness your pain and humiliation.
She didn't answer.
Call Neeraja to come in here. She rose and called Neeraja's name from the living room entrance. Neeraja entered, Yes, ma'am?
Sit there, Kyle directed her to the couch again.
Finish your coffee, he said to Samantha. Then as she swallowed it and set the cup down, Position #1, facing Neeraja.
Samantha sat for a minute numb. Then she rose, blushing, and removed her sweat top, bra, and sox. She took the sweat bottoms and panties off in one motion, hoping he wouldn't see them. These were folded and placed on a chair with the rest. Then the naked woman knelt and placed laced fingers behind her neck, her head down so she couldn't see Neeraja who stared wide-eyed at the high-powered businesswoman in front of her.
Sir, please may I visit the bathroom before we start?
He ignored her. What orders did you disobey? he asked from his seat at her side.
I didn't obey you and get into the position you ordered.
And what was the punishment the first time you disobeyed me? he asked.
I...I...can we please not do this in front of Neeraja?
Samantha.
I was spanked, Sir.
Yes. And the second time you were punished for failing to follow an order to my satisfaction?
You hit me with a whip, Sir.
WHERE?
On my breasts, Sir.
So I did. This is the third time. What will your punishment be this time, do you imagine?
She hesitated, I don't know. That is up to you, Sir.
Now you are an intelligent women. Take a guess, and if you are wrong, I'll add 5 strokes to your punishment.
Oh God. Please don't hit my...my...my pussy, Sir. Please don't.
Neeraja had been fidgeting uncomfortably since her employer had stripped at Kyle's command. She started to get up. Sit down, Kyle thundered. I will tell you when to stand and when to leave. She looked at her employer for guidance, and then slumped down even more frightened than before.
You are incisive, his gaze had never left Samantha. You will have a choice like last time. You may hold yourself open for your punishment and receive ten strokes, or I will tie you up and you will receive twenty five.
I will take my punishment without being tied, Sir, she responded, not sure there really was a choice. Please don't hit me hard like last time. I don't know if I can take it there. I...I wanted to obey you. You don't understand how hard it is to obey you here in my home in front of my housekeeper.
I understand everything, his eyes were hard and unflinching. Do a back bend. Do you know what that is?
Yes, sir. She pulled her feet out from under her and placed them flat on the floor. Then bending backward, she arched her back and put her hands on the floor over her head, her hair touching the floor. Neeraja looked quizzically at the protrusion from Samantha's ass. Kyle rose and retrieved the bag he had dropped outside the living room. He pulled out a wooden ruler a bit thicker and broader than usual, and moved over to her side.
Spread your feet wider, I want Neeraja to be able to see right into you.
Yes, Sir, she said blushing again as she pulled her legs wider apart and felt her lips open.
Neeraja, you will notice how wet she is, he said seeing her eyes fixated on the soaking cunt in front of her. This happens every time I am around. I take it as a compliment, he smiled.
You will count each one, and thank me for it, he said eying the taunt tendons on her thighs, and her breasts, which were stretched almost flat.
Yes, Sir.
If you make a mistake, or move from your pose, we start over.
Yes, Sir.
With only a moderate amount of force, the ruler descended on her unprotected cunt. It hit square in the middle, with the end landing in her open hole. As the juice spattered from the force, her muscles contracted and a high-pitched scream left her lips. In a few seconds, she relaxed.
One, she took a breath. Thank you, Sir, she said as he dragged the wood up across her cunt.
She closed her eyes anticipating the next blow. He aimed this one lower. The main part of the ruler hit her open hole and the end landed on her butt plug.
Iiiiiieeeeeeeeee, was the response.
Two, thank you, Sir, she said when she could speak. Neeraja had never witnessed anything like this and was covering her mouth with her hand. It was so up close and personal it was almost as though she could feel the ruler landing on her, and she shuddered with each blow.
He ran a corner of the ruler over a nipple and watched as it popped back up on the other side.
Just as he saw her relaxing, he aimed directly at her clit. Her shriek left no doubt that he had hit his target. Her legs shook for a half-minute before she said, Three, thank you, Sir. Her clit had come out of the hood as she stretched her body. Now it responded by growing still bigger with a red tinge, and she was sure it had become more sensitive than ever.
He avoided it on the next 3 strikes and her lips turned a deep pink from the unwanted attention. She was breathing heavily when he stopped to give her a break. Then he took 6 clothespins out of his bag. A nipple was pinched and twisted and a clothespin attached. She moaned as the other one was decorated to match. Then he pinched a cunt lip between thumb and forefinger and placed two on one side and two on the other. Her moans answered Neeraja's worst fears. A piece of duct tape was placed on each pair of clothespins and then stuck on her leg, opening her up even further. Even the lips offered no protection for the sensitive inner flesh now.
Kyle pushed his finger into her cunt and rubbed the juice around on her clit. Then a little more juice was added with a little more friction from his finger on her clit. The effects of the coffee had been building up in her and added to everything else that was happening she had to work to keep from leaking. She certainly didn't want that to happen as it would make him unhappy, as well as embarrass her further, if that was possible.
Sir?
Yes, Samantha?
I know we aren't done yet but I have to pee very badly.
Yes, I know. His finger continued to massage her clit. You are doing well. Only four more to go.
When she started to move against his fingers, he stopped. He raised the ruler and brought it down on her clit. Aaagggaaaaa, was the response as tears streamed up her forehead to be lost in the locks of hair. Seven, thank you, Sir.
He massaged the injured party before using the ruler on it again. The pain followed by the pleasure was driving her wild. She could feel a little pee leaking out after the last hit and squeezed harder to keep it in check. The blood rushing to her head was making her light-headed. She had to concentrate to get through this like she had her earlier punishments. She couldn't weaken and have him start all over. Eight, thank you, Sir.
He bent over and pinched the clothespins together holding each of her nipples. Uggoooooo, was his only answer. Neeraja had been watching it all with fear, mixed with a little excitement, especially the clothespins on her nipples and his clit massage. She squeezed her thighs together, her fingernails digging into her palms and watched him rub the sensitive clit on the woman in front of her. He continued until the hips of the powerful businesswoman moved several times against his finger.
SMACK. Aaiieeeee....Nine, thank you, Sir Her thighs wouldn't stop quivering. She was breathing heavily. The tears wouldn't stop.
Please hurry, Sir, she pleaded feeling a drop of pee escape and clutching down on the muscle holding it in.
He manipulated her tender clit lightly until she was on the brink of orgasm. She fought to keep from cumming and fought to keep from peeing as he brought her up again and again. Her entire focus was on the task she had to complete and every second was another moment of a sort of delicious agony that kept her body in spasms. Then he brought the ruler down on her clit for the last time. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her body hadn't stopped shaking from the previous strike. Finally a shaky voice said, Ten, thank you, Sir.
He removed the clothespins. You may assume Position #1 again.
Samantha turned over and collapsed on the floor for a minute. When she was able, she dragged herself back into her kneeling position, her legs muscles wobbling like jelly.
Knees should be at least shoulder width apart.
She knew that, but it was easier to keep from leaking with her legs together. Yes, Sir.
Let's see how you've been doing on your rules. Tell Neeraja rule #1?
To be honest and complete in all responses to your questions, Sir.
Rule #2?
I am not to wear panties in your presence and to always pull my skirt up, sitting on my bare butt. And, I am to wear stockings and garter belt.
He waited. And?
Oh, and I am to keep my legs open at all times.
And why is that?
It is...well...I am to always be open and available for you, Sir.
Kyle turned to Neeraja and said, Go up to Mrs. Dunbar's room and bring back a pair of pantyhose from her drawer.
Neeraja looked at her employers downcast eyes, and said Yes, Sir, and rose and left the room.
You're right, Sir, she said hastily. I haven't thrown them out yet. I haven't worn any pantyhose since you ordered me not to. I have only worn real stockings. I planned on throwing them out, but hadn't gotten around to it.
But you told me it had been done. What was rule #1?
She said nothing. What was rule #1?
I know, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sir. There was silence until Neeraja returned with a pair of pantyhose in her hand. Kyle held out his hand and accepted them from a bewildered housekeeper. As she sat back down, he took the pantyhose and tied Samantha's hands behind her back.
Have you any other transgressions to report from Rule #2?
I have momentarily forgotten proper sitting posture in my office, but I have caught myself. It is becoming almost normal to me know.
Any others?
I...well...I had panties on when you came in today. I was at home and I thought...
That has been a problem before.
Yes, Sir. But I didn't mean to disobey you. I didn't expect to ever see you in my house.
Any others?
No, Sir, she said with finality.
Rule #3?
I...my pussy is to be kept waxed at all times. Neeraja's eyebrows went up.
Yes. You have an appointment with Betty and Tina on Friday to touch things up a little. You will, of course, give them a tip this time.
She shuddered knowing what kind of tip they would be expecting.
Rule #4.
Please, Sir. Not in front of Neeraja. Did he know she had tried to bring herself off?
Rule #4.
She closed her eyes as though not seeing it happen might make it somehow better. She took a deep breath praying that something, anything, would interrupt the humiliation she felt. I am not to cum unless I have your permission. Neeraja's jaw dropped and she sucked in her breath.
And how have you done with Rule #4.
I have not broken it, Sir.
He waited in silence, looking right through her. Neeraja squirmed on her seat. Samantha could feel her resolve giving way from his stony silence and the pressure on her bladder.
He knew. He had to know somehow. I tried to do it to myself...
To do what?
To, you know, to bring myself off...
Masturbate, he corrected her.
...to...to masturbate without permission.
How many times?
Twice, Sir. Neeraja felt like she was about to explode watching and listening to the scene unfold before her. She gripped her thighs so they hurt.
But you didn't cum?
No, Sir. Although it wasn't from not trying, she thought.
And why was that? You didn't want to cum?
I...I was interrupted, Sir.
So we have a number of infractions of my rules. And you are exercising your PC muscles now, which is Rule #5. I won't ask if you've always done them as you were supposed to do. Explain to Neeraja what rule #5 is.
Samantha focused at a spot on the carpet. When I pee, I have to start and stop 5 times.
Why is that? he prodded.
To strengthen the muscles.
And that is for...?
So I can be better in bed.
Yes, you have let your cunt muscles get a bit slack. Probably from under-use, he said crudely. Kyle pulled a glass out of his bag. He held it up and Neeraja could see the words Samantha's PISS printed on each side. Kyle placed the glass on the floor in front of the kneeling woman.
Here is your toilet. Don't let any drip onto the carpet.
Sir, I can't do that with my hands tied. She felt a drop leak out and moved her knees slightly so she was positioned over the glass. She tilted her pelvis as she felt the drop run down and fell...into the glass. She breathed a sigh of relief, but knew it was only a matter of time before she would explode. She tried to relax just a little bit then tighten. A few drops dripped into the glass as she tilted her pelvis again. She felt like she was floating in piss.
Sir, would you please hold the glass for me?
No. But perhaps Neeraja could be persuaded?
There was hope at last. She had no choice. Neeraja, she said looking at her for the first time, would you please hold the glass up so I can pee.
Why are you letting him do these things to you? Neeraja asked.
Kyle cocked an eyebrow and waited for her response.
I don't have any other choice.
Uh, uh, uh... Just say the word and I'll leave and never request anything of you again, he made to rise.
No, no, please, Sir. It's just that I find obedience so difficult.
Yet you don't think it difficult for Neeraja to obey you day in and day out?
That's different. She's my employee.
And am I not your employer as well? What has it cost me to help you out of your little problem? he asked rhetorically. Didn't you ask me for help? Didn't you offer yourself to me?
Samantha hung her head, her shame overwhelming her. Yes, Sir.
Have you ever had an orgasm like the ones you've had with me?
Samantha remained silent.
You are so stupid as to forget Rule #1?
Yes, I know it, Sir. No, I have never cum like I have this week with you. There, is that what you wanted to hear?
Is it the truth?
I...Yes, it is the truth. She hated that fact that he was so, so right about her. She turned to look at Neeraja again. It is a long story. I got myself into some trouble. Right now, though, I need your help desperately. Please, please, please hold the glass against me.
She hesitated, I don't know. This is all very strange.
It's very strange for me too, her employer admitted, but I am in agony and need your assistance now. Look, you can have an extra day off each week, with pay.
She knew Samantha was in pain to have offered that. Shaking her head in disbelief, Neeraja picked up the glass. What do I have to do?
Just hold it against me so I can pee in it.
Hold it there? she asked incredulously.
Yes. Push it tight against my...against me so none can escape. You can do it. Please, Neeraja, please!
The housekeeper knelt reluctantly and brought the glass up against her employer's pussy lips. Samantha flinched as the glass touched her sore lips. She relaxed the muscles that had held in the coffee for so long and her piss exploded into the glass.
Stop, Kyle commanded. Don't forget your Kegel exercises.
Biting her lip, Samantha pulled the muscles back in to stop the pee. When it finally stopped, she waited expectantly.
Go. And she relaxed again, her odor filling Neeraja's nostrils.
Stop, he immediately commanded.
Samantha followed his orders and waited. She had filled about an inch of the glass but her bladder was still plenty full.
That is all for now. Kyle had Neeraja place the glass on a table and sit down. Neeraja has been gracious enough to sit here and witness your punishment. And she has had the distasteful task of holding your pee glass. She should be rewarded. You will beg to suck her cunt until she is satisfied. Then you will be allowed to finish in the glass.
Samantha hung her head in shame.
NO WAY!! I AM NOT GAY!! Neeraja was emphatic. I DON'T DO WOMEN.
No, of course not. But the events of the morning have left you, shall we say anxious, and Samantha can make you feel all better. You can even close your eyes and pretend it's a man. Has a man ever used your tongue on you there?
Well...I... it's none of your business, she said blushing.
Just as I thought, he smiled. It can be even better with a woman. Who would know better how to please a woman down there than a woman? a phrase he had heard from a lesbian friend.
There was no answer.
Samantha has never tasted another woman's cunt. But she is willing to do so for me because it is my order, and she wants to please me.
I'm not going to undress in front of you! Neeraja said firmly.
You don't need to. Samantha can do her work under your dress, he replied. But whether or not you do is of no concern to me. It might be of some concern to Samantha, however.
Taking her cue, Samantha pleaded, Please do as he says. You don't understand how he can be. He isn't like other men that you can twist around. I don't want to do this any more than you do, but I HAVE to do as he says. Please, Neeraja, I beg of you. I'll make it good for you. I'll see that you get a pay raise. I'll...I'll.... She ran out of things she could think of to promise the wavering maid.
She sat thinking for a long minute. He will have to be out of the room.
Kyle got up and walked out saying, Let me know if she doesn't perform well. Her need to pee should make her more enthusiastic.
Samantha hobbled over to Neeraja on her knees. Her housekeeper lifted up her hem and spread her legs. The odor of Neeraja's arousal was immediately apparent. I don't wear panties either, unless I have my period, she grinned. Somehow Samantha didn't see the humor in that.
Her boss lowered her head and pushed it under the short skirt, just wanting to get it over and done. There, she saw black pubic hair neatly trimmed with the bikini area bare. She leaned forward, unsteady with her hands tied, and buried her face in the black curls. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted another woman for the first time.
Lower, Neeraja said. She raised her left leg, scooching forward and putting it up on the couch. Her dress rode up and she raised it to her waist so she could see her employer at work. She pulled Samantha's mouth into her cunt where she wanted it. Right there, she cooed as her boss licked all the way up her slit. Yes, that's good.
Samantha licked a couple of times but the pressure on her bladder was a reminder that she had to be more aggressive and she threw herself into her task. Letting her weight fall forward, she buried her mouth in Neeraja's wetness. She didn't bother with form but went right for her clit. Neeraja's response was a deep moan of pleasure. She would only admit to herself that the events of the morning had been very stimulating. To see her boss brought down to the level of a slut the urge to rub her clit as she watched had been almost overwhelming. Now she would be able to cum without having to bring herself off.
As these thoughts flew through her mind, Neeraja felt her ass and thighs spasm. Her hands pushed harder on the head of her boss. She smiled to herself as she thought of her boss doing what she was doing. And that realization sent a jolt through her clit.
Samantha, the high and mighty executive, was sure she could stoop no lower than to be sucking cunt , as her husband called it. And to be made to suck off her servant, to boot, was agony. But for all that, she was dripping wet. Kyle had seen to it that she was aroused to point of cumming. That had receded a little when he finally let her pee. Now it was back in spades. She knew that she had cum with Joanna, but that was a tongue making her clit happy, and she shivered as she remembered cumming on her talented tongue. There was no tongue licking its way up her cunt this time, but she was juicing just the same. She wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
As Neeraja felt her thighs tense again, a pair of hands slid under the top of her dress and onto her breasts. She was too far-gone to respond in any way other than to moan and thrust her chest forward. The hands squeezed the tit flesh like a potter softening his clay. Then the thumb and finger closed on her nipples. Squeezing her breasts roughly with the rest of his hands, her teased her nipples gently, his index fingers circling the areoles.
Neeraja began to move her cunt rhythmically in time with the tongue. Her legs, one on the couch and one on the floor, tensed to raise her ass off the couch. When that action moved her bosses mouth off the sweet spot , both hands gripped her firmly by the hair and jammed her mouth onto her cunt. Samantha had no way to protest that action and kept licking and sucking the cunt that, for the moment, made up her whole world. Kyle took that opportunity to squeeze the nipples in his hands and the maid convulsed in the best orgasm of her life. Shouting at her boss not to stop, she lifted her ass in the air, with legs tensing and toes curling.
Samantha was so close, so very close to cumming herself. One touch, that was all it would take, just one touch, and she would go over the top. But no such touch came, and she was left shaking as her maid's ass returned to the couch and the grip on her hair was relaxed with a loud ohhhhhhaaaa . She looked up and saw the smile on Kyle's face as he had watched the end of actions he had set in motion earlier.
Please take me, Sir, Samantha said in a quiet voice, shaking with passion.
You are not quite ready. You are learning about your need and what will fill it. But you still think you should be able to cum when YOU want. Before long, you will know what it's like to want to cum only when I want you to cum. Then you will experience orgasms like you have never known before.
She hung her head in shame, as much because she had to ask as because he had rejected her. It was an emotion she wasn't use to feeling. But it was one she had experienced often since she had met him. She knew she didn't like it, but didn't know what alternative she had. All she knew was that she was dripping wet at all hours of the day or night. She only slept well after he had let her cum. These were feelings she'd like to have with her husband, but deep down, she knew it was not to be.
They waited until Neeraja finally came back to earth and opened her eyes. Neeraja looked at Kyle and pulled her skirt down with a smile. Samantha had returned to her kneeling position and was waiting impatiently.
Sir, please, she begged, may I finish in the glass?
That is something you will have to take up with Neeraja, he responded.
Neeraja, I am bursting. Please hold the glass up for me.
Neeraja's world had been expanded during the past few hours. She picked up the glass from the table next to her and looked at it. The pungent odor assaulted her nose, even from a distance. She looked at Kyle.
She didn't finish her Kegel exercises when you let her pee before. I wouldn't want her to get into trouble, she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
You are a very considerate maid. See how she does with you.
The maid knelt in front of her employer with the glass extended in front of her. Then she sat down and put her legs inside those of Samantha, scooting up to the quivering woman, who had to pull her feet apart.
Open your legs further so I can get the glass in place. Her boss complied. Neeraja's outstretched legs now touched her knees.
You will start and stop at Neeraja's command, Kyle informed the kneeling woman. We will test your muscle control. She will pull the glass away two seconds after ordering you to stop. I don't want the carpet soiled with your piss. Is that understood?
Yes, Sir, said the struggling beauty.
Neeraja placed the glass against the smooth skin of her employer and held it there. Samantha winced at the pressure again on this sore spot. After a minute during which she thought she would lose it, Neeraja finally said, Pee.
Nothing happened. Samantha was trying to relax only a little so she could stop when she needed to, and nothing was coming out.
I think she is done, Neeraja looked at Kyle.
No, please. I'm just having a little trouble getting started again.
Well I'm not going to sit here forever with my hand on your coos, the maid's first taste of power made her a little snippy.
Please, said her boss again and a yellow stream hit the walls of the glass.
Stop, ordered Neeraja forcefully. The kneeling woman struggled to clutch her pee muscles wishing she could close her legs. They ached from the kneeling position she had held for so long, from the unusual exercise they had been given over the last 24 hours, and especially from holding her pee in during the last hours.
I think it was about two seconds, Neeraja looked up.
She will improve with practice, was the response. She has really let herself go in that part of her body. But who was around that expected her to have a well toned and trained cunt?
Neeraja nodded as though she understood him. Go.
Samantha was ready and relaxed as the word was leaving her mouth.
Stop.
It was expected now, and the executive was already contracting her pee muscles.
Much better, Neeraja offered.
Kyle walked over and knelt behind Samantha placing one hand on her ass and the other on her clit, just above the glass. Didn't she beg me to cum a few moments ago? he asked Neeraja who nodded in return.
He rubbed circles around her clit not quite touching it. Rrrrrrrrrr, said the recipient. Nooooooo, pleeeease.
Yes, my slut. I know how badly you need it.
He rose, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He moved to the side of Samantha and she turned her head, his cock at the level of her mouth. She looked at it as though she had never seen a cock before, actually seeing the form and symmetry as it protruded from a mass of dark hair and heavy hanging balls. The head was larger than usual, but he was about the same size as her husband, she thought, not really remembering what he looked like. But this one was different because it had the same aura of power that emanated from the man who was mastering her. She knew it was going into her mouth, but that excited her unlike the times she had sucked Chaitanya. She raised her eyes to those of the man standing over her and he nodded. She opened her mouth and Neeraja watched as he leaned forward bringing it into the waiting orifice. Samantha sucked it in, hollowing her cheeks as she stretched out her neck out to take him all in. He pulled back and she gripped him with tightened lips. His hand went to her head and very slowly, he pushed himself in until his pelvic bone was tight against her mouth. She relaxed her throat to take him in, holding her breath, and sucked hard as he withdrew. Twice more he pushed in slowly before pulling all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva.
He returned to his kneeling position behind her. His fingers gripped the butt plug and he worked it in and out a few times before pulling it all the way out. In a few seconds it gave a resounding beep. He reached around and inserted it into Samantha's mouth with an order not to lose it. She grimaced at the taste as her mouth closed over it but gripped it with her teeth, and he pushed forward to insert his cock into her open ass hole. There was only a little pain in her stretched out ass and she moaned with the pleasant new sensation. Then he ran sensitive fingernails up and down her sides. A few shakes, then an awk, please, Sir , and she broke out into laughter which gained intensity as his fingernails reached her underarms. Even the soft skin under her breasts caused gales of laughter, all of which made keeping from peeing almost impossible. He ran one set of fingernails up from her crotch over the bend in her leg to her hip, and then up her side while the other found her clit. As he saw it, her clit had an attention deficit disorder, and he was going to remediate it. She was going into mental overload, twisting her body trying to get away from the tickling on the one hand, while holding off on an orgasm, keeping from peeing, and maintaining her correct posture and biting down on the butt plug on all the others. The urge to lower her hands and stop the torment was almost irresistible. But she knew she wasn't strong enough to stop him if she tried.
Sir, how did you know? she sputtered in between gasps of laughter.
Shhh. He had pulled her close, his mouth was in her hair at her ear. He started stroking in and out slowly, which only served to add to her confusion. The feelings were more exquisite than all the hands on her at the club. She had to hold off. She didn't want to be punished, but there was also a new feeling. She wanted to make him proud of her.
Her legs started wobbling again as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on following the orders she had been given. But the sensations emanating from her clit were interfering with her concentration. She knew he was only going to bring her up to the edge and then stop. She tried to fight it. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out. A jolt went through her as he touched her ultra-sensitive clit. He took it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. Back and forth, back and forth.
Agrrrrrrrr. God, please noooooooo. She clutched her eyes shut tight. Her hips were moving back and forth in time with his cock and the motion tugged her clit first one way and then the other. He could feel the muscles in her ass spasm and relax as he brought her closer and closer. She couldn't breath any more from the tickling
Neeraja saw an agonized look in the face before her. Sir, Samantha almost shouted between gasps, I can't...
Cum, cum for me my slut.
Aieeeeeeee, noooooooo, he held her close to keep her from falling as she went over the top. She was like a rag doll unable to control her flopping body. She totally lost control as he sank his fingers into her side. Laughter mixed with the cry of her orgasm and yellow liquid exploded into the glass still held tight against her body. She continued on and on, releasing the sexual tension that had built up over the past days until her spasms pushed Kyle over the edge and he held her tight as he emptied his jism into her ass. Kyle had never stopped rolling her clit back and forth, but slowed down as the seizures began to subside in intensity and duration. She was crying and had collapsed into his arms, a spasm now and then overtaking her. A couple of minutes passed before she could breath normally again.
I'm sorry I peed without permission, Sir, she said, tears running down and humiliation showing in her face. I just couldn't control it any more.
Yes, peeing when you cum results in rather special orgasms for women. He smiled, I think I have been responsible for a few other special orgasms this week, I think. I had intended for you to do both at the same time.
A last spurt was added to the already full glass. Kyle nodded and Neeraja pulled it away saying, You had a lot stored up. But you didn't practice your Kegels as you were suppose to.
Kyle looked at the maid. Neeraja seemed to be a natural domme. This had possibilities. You will only pee in the house with Neeraja holding this glass for you until further notice. The only exception is during your morning shit. I'm sure she will make sure you are doing your exercises. He untied Samantha, and reinserted the butt plug in her ass. Go clean the glass and return it to Neeraja. And be careful, you wouldn't want to break it.
When she was finished, he sent her up to shower and dress for her appointment, which, he told her had been switched to 11:00. She wasn't going to be late after all. When she was done, she dressed hurriedly and threw all her pantyhose in a bag, which she brought downstairs with her. She handed them to Neeraja, Please put these in the trash, and left the house.
It was just before 11:00 when she pulled into the piercing/tattoo parlor located in a strip mall. Stephan, a good-looking man of about 30, greeted her and escorted her into a side room. The enormity of the decision before her hung over her head. Up until now, it had all been about sex, humiliation, and punishment. There were no permanent marks at least not on the outside to bear witness to her subjugation. Yes, there was the waxing, but that was easily explained away, and the hair would grow back in a few weeks. Lots of women did that. But this, having holes poked through her body, this was entirely different. This would mark her as being owned by HIM as much as a tattoo would. And it would be as hard to hide from Chaitanya, maybe harder.
He closed the door and looked her up and down. Position #1, he said smiling into the shocked face.
I must be getting use to obeying men's commands, she thought, as she stripped and assumed the required position without hesitation. Stephan walked around the nude woman leering openly at her charms. It made her feel even more naked since he was clothed. His voice was quiet and calm as he asked her a series of questions.
When was your last period?
Two weeks ago. He dragged a finger down her back.
When did you last have sex?
An hour ago. His finger slipped into her ass crack.
How often do you masturbate?
Very rarely. he twisted a nipple until it hurt.
Yet that has been a problem during the past week, has it not?
Yes, I suppose so. What business is it of his, she wondered.
Which fingers do you use?
The middle one on my right hand. He walked around her looking her up and down.
How often do you fuck your husband?
He is away a lot. I haven't seen him for almost three weeks. He ran his fingers through her hair.
And you have had sex with how many men this past week?
Just Mr. Laughlin. Well, and a bartender, sort of. She was getting frazzled now.
You like women? he said stroking her face from behind.
No, I'm not like that. This really had nothing to do with her piercings.
How many women have you been with the past week?
Well, two but... His eyebrows shot up.
Yes, I can see you aren't like that.
I don't see what all this has to do with my piercings. Let's just get on with what has to be done.
Position #3, he said firmly. She stood with her feet apart and placed her hands on the curve of her butt.
Spread them farther, he reached between her legs. Wow, the wettest cunt I have ever seen. You are a horny slut. You would probably fuck anything with two legs. Maybe even some with four, he laughed at the thought.
She figured that no response was the best way to get this over with so she set her jaw and held her tongue.
But her silence angered Stephan. You high class bitches are all alike. You're too stuck up for your own good. The tirade continued, If I even decide to do your piercings, I'll make sure you'll remember Stephan for a long time to come. I may even pierce your clit at no change to Mr. Laughlin.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm nervous and scared. I have never been pierced before and didn't know what to expect. Please, I'll be nice to you afterwards.
Yes, I'm like a doctor who performs circumcisions. I do like my tips.
I'll give you a tip to remember, she purred, knowing she could suck him off without any problem.
What sort of a tip? I'm not interested in one from a high-class stuck-up bitch unless I can choose it myself.
That would be just fine, she forced a smile, wondering if it really would be.
He manipulated her nipples until they were as hard as rocks, and marked them for piercing. This was not supposed to be a sensual experience, she told herself, although she was having a hard time keeping from moaning. Everything in her life made her horny anymore and things were still puffy and sensitive from the orgasm Kyle had given her.
She let out a gasp as he pinched cunt lips still sore from their meetings with the ruler. You are too wet down there, he announced to her embarrassment. I'll have to dry you off before doing the lower ones. He tugged on her lips and marked the spots there for the needles before wiping off his hands.
She climbed onto the table with his assistance. She watched as he held the clamp over her left nipple. He smiled at her shiver and pinched down on it with his other fingers and pulled it out as far as it would go. The clamp was placed over it and closed. He then let it go, and the clamp bumped against her side, bending her nipple with it. She sucked in her breath at the unexpected pain, and held it as another clamp was attached to the right one. It too was released to fall to the side. She released the breath she had been holding. Her eyes were drawn to the needle he had picked up. It would skewer her nipple, she was sure.
No, please. Could you use a smaller one?
This one will fit perfectly, he said but only his mouth smiled.
She winced as he lifted the clamp on her left nipple pulling her breast out from her body and pushed the needle against it pricking the skin. Then looking in her eyes, he pushed it through the tender tissue. He put the stud in place. He repeated the process for the right one. She let out a breath she had been holding and felt herself relax a little when it was done.
You are going to owe me big time for treating you with such care.
I appreciate your expertise, she felt like she had to say something.
Moving lower, he used a towel and talc to dry her. A clamp was placed on her clit and she howled as he closed it and moved it back and forth.
You only think that hurts, he said through her shrieks. If I decide to pierce it, that will really give you something to moan about.
Please, no, she begged, starting to cry. I'm really sorry I treated you so badly when I came in. I can be a submissive bitch for you, the way you want me to be, really I can.
Well, I don't know, he said letting the clamp drop to her dismay. I'll do the rest of them here and see how I feel about your performance when I'm finished.
You'll see how good I can be, she said a bit panicky, the pain making her promise anything.
Hrumph. He released the clamp holding her clit. He checked the markings on her labia, and then the clamp was placed on her already sore flesh. A sharp pain followed as one after another, the incisions were made. She lost track of the number, but it was certainly more than four incisions. She felt him pulling at the lips again and her numbed mind was puzzled to hear four clicks. Stephan then went over the care and keeping of piercings. They would be sore for a couple of days but would take many months to fully heal. She would want to wear a bra for the first 48 hours, especially in bed. She nodded as if in a trance as he explained about hygiene and general do's and don'ts.
Up you go, he helped her into a sitting position on the edge of the table. She looked down and saw the studs through each side of her nipples. Nothing but the best for Mr. L, said Stephan.
Looking farther down, she saw what looked like a padlock. It couldn't be. She walked over to a mirror on the wall and saw four miniature padlocks, two closing her outer labia together at the top, and two closing the inner labia at her vagina.
Take them off, now, she said furiously she said advancing on him with clenched fists. Who in the hell does he think he is?
He slapped her once, then again across the face. No bitch yells at me, and that means you. I've hald a mind to do your clit right now. The padlocks were Mr. Laughlin's design and I don't even have the key, he said smiling at her discomfort. Mr. Laughlin has them specially made in the East. They are ultra light and ultra strong. And I suspect they have electronic features built in, but I couldn't tell you for sure.
She stepped back, defeated, but how will I...?
Pee? That part hasn't been closed very far. You will be fine there. The two at the bottom are through your inner labia and effectively serve as a chastity device. Unless Mr. L removes them, you will have to use pads during your period. He will have to insert something else if he takes them out then, or the holes will start to close.
And if I have to visit my doctor?
He shrugged.
What about the top two? she said dreading the response.
They pull your outer labia together over your clit. That will solve your masturbation problem. She felt a hot blush spread over her. You won't be able to get a finger or anything else in there. And messing about will irritate the piercings keeping them from healing.
She felt tears of humiliation course down her cheeks. If only she hadn't tried to bring herself off, this might not have happened. But the events of the past week made her horny all the time. She had fought it as best she could. Now she wouldn't be able to touch herself even if she wanted to. Every part of her sex was at his command. Even though it was sore down there, just the thought that she could never cum when she wanted to made her clit quiver inside the folds of her cunt lips and the padlock that held them together.
And now for my tip.
What would you like me to do? she wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in after her.
Position #2. She knelt and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart. He took a leash from a shelf and brought it down sharply on her ass. This is for your insolence. He struck her again and again, sometimes hitting her fingers, often the sensitive flesh around the edges of the butt plug. She was balling when he stopped and fastened a collar around her neck and the leash to the collar. But she hadn't released her grip on her ass cheeks. He smiled at her training.
Have you been leash trained?
She shook her head no.
Come, he tugged on the leash as though she were a dog. She followed on all fours wishing she had never been born. He led her out of the room and through the shop. Three people were sitting in the waiting room and she blushed as they looked at her in surprise. He led her toward the back. She stumbled at his fast pace rounding a corner and he hit her on the ass with the end of the leash to move her along. There, he guided her to a couch and led her up onto it, still on all fours.
Now I'm going to fuck you from behind just like a bitch in heat. You are in heat, are you not?
Yes, Sir, she was hoping to keep him happy.
That's no way for a bitch to respond, he snarled. Answer me like the bitch you are.
She turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. Arf? she said dejectedly. But the humiliation didn't stop her clit from twitching, almost aching inside her piercings. It was an itch she couldn't ever scratch again, she thought with a sob.
Sir?
What is it bitch?
I would be happy to take you up my ass like the slut you know I am. But Mr. Laughlin has forbidden the removal of the butt plug without his permission. Do you want to face him?
She had a point and that made him angry. You offer me a beautiful ass, just begging to be fucked, then refuse me. You're just a bitch SMACK who thinks SMACK she's above me SMACK.
No, Sir, she was trying her best to placate him. I'm just a horny slut who is trying to serve you. I wouldn't have told you if I wanted to get you into trouble.
Is that true? Let's see, he reached and felt her cunt below the bottom locks that sealed her cunt hole. Damn but you are leaking juice bitch. This is really turning you on. Here lick your scum off me, he said reaching around and putting his fingers in her mouth. That's my good bitch.
He pulled the butt plug partway out and looked it over and worked it in and out. Then pulling it almost all the way out, he placed a finger alongside it and pushed both in. Her eyes bulged and a moan escaped from her throat.
Thank me like a good doggie.
He pulled both out and slammed them back in. Arfooooo, was her response.
That's better. Nothing like an ass fuck to cure a high class bitch. If she was high class, she didn't feel it now, she thought ruefully.
He slammed in again, harder this time and she responded with the required arf . He kept it up until he tired of the sport, grinning every time she barked at his crude assault. When he finished, he held out his finger, gamy from being in her ass, and said, Lick it bitch.
She obediently licked his finger clean, thinking of the words from her Sunday school days, Lo how the mighty are fallen .
Well? What do you say for my gift?
Arf, arf.
He felt her cunt. She had leaked out over the padlocks. Looks like the only one receiving satisfaction so far has been you, he smirked.
He lowered his pants. Then guiding her by the leash, he led her over to a chair and sat.
If I can't have your ass, you'll have to manage using your tits.
But Sir, they're...
Quiet, slut. Bitches don't talk. If you can't do the job yourself properly, I'll just have to tie your hands behind you and grab me some sore nipples while I fuck your tits. And I want to hear you sound like a bitch in heat while you're doing it.
She couldn't believe it was happening to her. It was a nightmare that was never ending. She moved closer between his legs til her chest touched his cock. She drooled spittle onto the area between her breasts, getting some on his cock. Then she pushed her breasts together feeling pain in the nipples from the tugging. He slipped out from between her breasts.
Damn bitch, you can do better than that.
She pushed her body against him and squeezed her breasts together again. This time he stayed in but she winced as her nipples rubbed against his lower stomach. She began moving up and down on his cock.
Ummm good. Talk to me bitch.
Arf.
That's not much in the way of gratitude for what I'm giving you bitch.
God she hated that word. Arf, arf...arf, arf.
That's a little better. See you can be broken of your hoity toity ways. Keep singing.
She arfed again and again as she slid up and down on his cock. When it seemed a little dry, she drooled on it again until his pre-cum oiled the pathway.
Harder. Squeeze harder now my little fuck dog.
She pushed her breasts tighter together creating a pocket that milked his cock. But it also increased the pain she felt in her nipples. She yelped oftener now, as it seemed to please him. Please God, she prayed through the pain, please let him cum so I can leave this hellhole.
Her rhythm increased and she pushed harder still to tighten the sheath around him and make him cum. He reached down and pinched tender nipples as they were dragged up and down on him. She shuddered, wondering if she could cum without him knowing and reporting her.
Arooooooo, she was really in pain. As she sucked in air and repeated her pained yelp, he shot up into her face and neck again and again, the last ones covering her chest and breasts. She was shaking in unsatisfied passion, and hated herself for the way she felt. No on could be turned on by such degradation, she was sure.
When he had caught his breath, he pulled her leash down to lick him off. Satisfied, he raised her head up and gazed into the eyes of the cum-covered executive.
Damn, you can come and see me anytime. Your next piercing will be on me, well actually on you, he laughed replacing his pants.
Still on hands and knees, he led her back to the front of the parlor. In the waiting room, his command was heel . She stopped and stretched herself up as he raised the leash, giving the man and two women there a good view of the cum-covered women. She thought how they had heard her in the back and hung her head. When he felt that he had humiliated her enough, he led her back into the room.
You have indeed given me a tip of my choosing. Don't be a stranger now, he laughed throwing her the leash and walking out of the piercing room. The collar and leash are yours to remember me by.
She sat down and sobbed her heart out. She rubbed her cunt where the clit should have been, but all it brought was pain and frustration. Ten minutes later she had dressed and walked as proudly as she could out of the piercing room before the gaze of the other customers. She drove home with the collar still locked on, cursing the day Kyle Laughlin was born and especially the day that had brought him into her life.
To Be Continued
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Training Samantha: Chapter 6: The Slave Competition and Servitude to the Master
She had finally made it to Friday, she thought as she awoke. She usually looked forward to the days just before Chaitanya came home, but now she was filled with trepidation. She threw on some clothes and went in search of Neeraja with her special glass. She didn't know what to do about Neeraja, who was letting her newfound power go to her head. Wednesday night she had held the glass for her and she saw the surprise in her eyes when she saw the piercings on her cunt. That was followed by a certain sense of pleasure at the discomfort of her boss. Last night, she had gone to Neeraja's room just before bed and Neeraja had reminded her that her needs hadn't been met since Wednesday morning. Samantha blushed at the memory. The maid demanded a repeat performance and didn't let Samantha up to pee until she had cum twice, commending her with a smile on her talented tongue. It was disgusting but at the same time she had to admit that she was dripping with more than the need to pee by the time she was finished making her cum. She couldn't see an end to it.
She found Neeraja in the kitchen and they went into the downstairs bathroom to drain Samantha's bladder. Neeraja made her stop 6 times. She exercised as required, showered, dressed, and went off to work.
Mrs. Davis greeted her and she went into her office to begin her work for the day. The usual Friday meeting of the company executives was always scheduled for 9:00. She went early and checked first for cameras, wondering how Kyle had managed to record her debasement in there. Finding none, she took in her appointed place, pulling her skirt up in back and waiting for her employees to arrive once she was seated. The meeting went well and she mentioned how pleased she was with the new sales figures. She worked through lunch since she had an appointment in the afternoon.
Her 3:00 waxing appointment found her entering the beauty parlour with jaws set. Betty greeted her and led her to a booth to undress. She whistled when she saw the padlocks and called in Trish to look. Samantha turned red as they pulled and prodded her padlocks, one commenting on how she was unavailable for sex now, even with her husband. The other asked if she was really married and if someone other than her husband had locked her up. After seeing how Stephan had responded when she ignored his questions, Samantha nodded ruefully to both questions. They reluctantly ceased their exploration and pulled out a key and unlocked her padlocks to Samantha's amazement. Oiling them, they pulled them carefully off, and set about waxing their victim. She didn't find it very painful, compared to the first time, and soon they were rubbing her bald cunt with lotion. This was the moment Samantha had dreaded for days—she had to provide them with a tip.
"I didn't give you a tip last time, and should have done so," Samantha mentioned pulling out her wallet.
"You can keep your old money," Tricia was blunt. "Give us a real tip, or just get the fuck outta here."
"What would you like?" she was sure she already knew.
Tricia pulled up her skirt to reveal her denuded pussy and sat on a chair spreading her legs. Samantha felt the world spin. She knelt and looked blankly at the slit in front of her, the secretions assaulting her nose. "Well?" said Tricia finally. Samantha leaned forward and parted the lips in front of her with her thumbs. They held together with her juices until the last instant before oozing apart. "I'm not going to cum if you just sit there looking at me," she added. The kneeling woman brought her nose into the folds and tasted the girl, who sighed at the movement of her tongue. She could only hold her breath for so long and the scent as she inhaled mixed with the taste. "Well, get going, you slag. I don't have all day. Customers will be expecting me soon." Samantha blushed at the crudity but started working with her tongue.
She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and turned to look at her assailant, Betty, who had stripped and now sported a strap-on that looked huge. "Damn, you are starting to piss me off," Tricia commented as the mouth left her cunt. "We are going to make you pay for not providing a tip last time. If you don't get with it, you'll pay double." Samantha turned and applied her tongue to the clit presented to her. She felt her cunt stretching as Betty pushed with the cock strapped to her waist. She was soooo very slick, but it was soooo very big. She spread her legs further to try and accommodate the monster and arched her back to make the angle better. Betty pushed in a little and pulled out, each time getting a little further inside. She smiled as she looked down at the professional woman who struggled with the size of the dildo she was going to make her take. She was only in 3 inches, but it felt like a baseball bat. Although only her second time sucking off a woman, Samantha was surprised that it almost felt natural. She explored the different parts of the cunt in front of her, trying to relax and forget about the monster pushing in from behind. Betty wasn't very happy with the exploration though and as Tricia pushed in another inch, she grabbed her human vibrator by the hair and slammed her mouth against her, bruising her mouth in the process.
Samantha was moaning, partly from the pain caused by the size of the invader and partly from the feelings spreading throughout her nether regions. She didn't know whether to push into it or pull away. But she was getting close, that she knew. The fingers in her hair kept her face mashed into the cunt in front of her and she wondered if she would have any hair left in those spots when it was over. Her mounting desire made her lick and suck with vigor, a vigor not lost on Tricia, who started mouthing the words, "fuck, fuck, fuck," words that were soon given voice, her eyes closed tight and face screwed up in a look of agony.
As Tricia came over the top mouthing obscenities, Samantha pushed back now as much as she could, given her immobilized head. She felt the spasms her oral ministrations brought on and that added to the feelings of the dildo stretching her cunt. She didn't care any more if she came without permission. Betty was slamming hard into her and every once in a while would slap her ass as hard as she could. Her breathing became shallower and faster and she stopped lapping at the cunt in her mouth. Then everything stopped, and Betty pulled out of her.
Samantha shook with passion. "Please," she begged, "don't stop, please let me cum. I haven't been allowed to cum in days. I need to cum so bad I can taste it. You don't know what it's like to have to cum like you've never wanted to before and not being able to."
They laughed at her plight and Tricia pushed her away. Betty came around and sat in her place, her strap-on still dripping. She indicated that her kneeling prey should lick the juices off it, and Samantha took as much of it as she could into her mouth. The size hurt her jaws and she choked as the oversize dick was pushed into her throat. Betty laughed at her discomfort and pulled her off it when it was clean. She released the straps and took off the harness, and then spread her legs wide, pulled her lips apart, and said with some menace in her voice "suck me good, cunt."
Samantha's knees were hurting now, but she did as she was told, the odor of Betty's sex strong in her nose. "I don't think you are doing the best job you can," she announced. "Trish, help her get in the mood for some first-rate cunt licking."
Tricia grinned. She was only too glad to help. She pulled Samantha's hands behind her and fastened them with a pair of handcuffs. Then she ordered her to present her breasts and took off the nipple studs, replacing them with a pair of nipple clamps. They were closed by a screw on each side, which made them infinitely adjustable. Samantha's nips were still sore and aroused. Tricia closed the screws until the nipple bulged out from the two metal bars on the top and bottom of each nipple. Samantha caught her breath, "PPPlease, I can do better. Please don't hurt my nipples any more." Tricia reached for two chains with weights on the ends and hooked them to the clamps. "We'll see," was her only reply as the weights bounced up, down, and sideways, distending the nipples and causing them to point straight down.
Samantha winced at the pain, but remained quiet.
"Tighten them another turn," Betty ordered. "I had to stop in mid-fuck because she was slacking off. She deserves whatever pain you give her and then some."
"Nooooo," said Samantha in response and Tricia gave each wing nut a full turn. Where the clamp had been tight before, it now bit into the flesh, making the nipple expand painfully.
"Now suck cunt and do it well or we'll see just how big we can make your nipples before they burst."
Samantha bent forward, the weights swinging and clacking together and plastered her mouth on the cunt in front of her. She sucked with renewed vigor, pushing the pain aside, all the while wishing someone, even though it was the woman behind her, would touch her so she could cum. She would beg, if that was what they wanted. She would grovel, if they would only give her the relief she needed.
Betty had her legs up on Samantha's back now, leaning back, with her knees wide apart, pulling the black-haired beauty against her, providing maximum access to her cunt. She threw her head back and moaned through her teeth.
"Does she need another tightening?" Tricia asked.
Samantha put everything she had into tonguing the little penis sticking up from Betty's cunt. "No, I think she has learned her lesson," Betty answered appreciatively. "But I'll let you know if she slacks again."
Her tongue was cramping up from the pressure she put into bringing the young girl off. Not having the use of her arms, her weight pushed her head into the cunt in front of her. She could feel the weights move as Betty shifted her position from time to time as her buttocks clenched and relaxed and her legs would spasm.
"Tongue my ass hole," Betty commanded, her raised legs providing access to that part of her anatomy.
Samantha shifted lower, her nose found its way into Betty's soaking wet cunt hole cutting off her air. Her tongue worked up and down and finally pushed its way into the ass before her, breathing heavily through her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh," was the response. After a minute of bliss, "Now my cunt hole. Stick your tongue in it and suck out my juices."
Samantha complied as best she could. Her nose was mashed into Betty's clit and she felt like her tongue was going to drop off.
"Goooood. Now the clit. Make me cum hard, you Fuckin' Cunt."
It was now or never. Samantha slid her face up a little farther and, with her mouth mashed around an engorged clit, started breathing through a nose slimed up with cunt juice. "I've got to finish her now," she thought to herself as her tongue circled the red clit. SMACK! The paddle hitting her on the ass focused her attention even more on her task, and drove her mouth into Betty. The crack could be heard through the whole shop. Time seemed to stop. CRACK! Harder this time, her weights swung to and fro, pulling the nipples with them.
"Do me! Do me now!" Betty shouted as a third crack landed on pink ass cheeks, leaving a red circle behind. Samantha couldn't get a sound out. "I'm...I'm...ohhhhhhhh." CRACK!!! Samantha flailed at the clit with her tongue, sucking it in and holding it in her mouth. Betty had tightened her legs, her thighs holding her prisoner captive between her legs. Samantha thought she was going to suffocate. CRACK!!!! The paddle landed again on her now red ass. Betty tightened one last time and with an "Ahhhhh, good..." relaxed her grip and smiled at the head of the well-to-do lady between her legs. Samantha, wild-eyed, sucked in big gulps of air.
"Well done," commented Tricia.
"You can tip me anytime you desire. This was about average today," said Betty as her breathing returned to normal. "I'm sure you'll do better with practice."
They removed the nipple clamps, and handcuffs, and replaced the nipple studs and padlocks before allowing Samantha to dress. When she staggered out of the waxing room Samantha was surprised to see Kyle waiting for her. He looked at Betty and Tricia who nodded their satisfaction with her performance. Samantha didn't know why she felt a glow when he complimented her for the way she pleased him. She shook off the feeling as beneath her dignity and waited for his command.
"We are going shopping," he told her, and led her outside to his Jag.
"Now what," she wondered to herself. They drove through the city and stopped in front of a speciality lingerie shop. An impeccably dressed woman approached after they entered, and Kyle greeted "Suzanne" as an old friend. She led them to a back section and had Samantha strip to the waist. The new customer had to lift her arms as the clerk massaged her breasts around the nipple studs. Every measurement that could be made was made to Samantha's discomfort, discomfort that included very erect nipples, still sore from the piercing and the clamps, but ultra sensitive to the touch. Everything now heightened her arousal and she looked at Kyle with lust in her eyes. Suzanne disappeared into the back room and returned with several boxes. A bra was fitted on and seemed perfect, except there was no middle to the bra and her nipple was pulled through the hole.
"What happened to it?"
Suzanne laughed. This is a tip-less bra. It is made that way so your breasts are supported but your nipples will remain uncovered."
"It is your new style of bra," Kyle informed her. "Neeraja has thrown out all your old bras. We're here to replace them with your new ones. You will only wear these bras from now on, unless I forbid the use of a bra all together," he smiled.
She stood there stunned. Her nipples were to be on view through her blouse for anyone to see? And she had on the nipple studs as well. They could be seen through some of her tops, she was sure. To make matters worse, her nipples always seemed to be erect since the piercings; well actually they had been erect for most of the past week since meeting Kyle. Feeling helpless and alone, she started to cry. Suzanne busied herself with getting a dozen bras of different colors, all tip-less except for a couple of shelf bras that gave the breast some shape but left the upper half from just below the nipples bare. Samantha stood there, the sounds becoming a blur, not believing that her world could have changed so much in so short a period of time.
Next Suzanne led them over to the section where various corsets were on display. Kyle picked out several he liked and she went to find them in the appropriate size. Samantha was stripped from the waist up and they were tried on her. One in black with a shelf bra built in was a definite keeper. She was squeezed into it as they laced up the back and stood for their approval without being able to exhale fully. It made her waist more slender she noted as she looked at herself in the mirror. Others were worn with a bra, and one was tip less like the bras they had picked out. Her blazer was folded carefully and put in a bag.
When they had packed up the lingerie, they left for another store where Kyle introduced her to short skirts, shoes with higher heels, semi-transparent blouses, and tight, lightweight sweaters that would show off her northern assets to perfection in the new bras. She couldn't help but notice how her nipples stood at attention through the holes in the bra. Kyle told her that if she did as she was told and dressed as she was instructed, he would let her wear jackets to work. She nodded only partially comprehending what was happening.
The trunk and back seat of the Jag were full of their purchases as they sped off and stopped at Kyle's house. Without thinking, she removed her clothing at the door and presented herself as she had been trained, kneeling nude in the middle of the floor.
"Rule #6. You will only wear the bras and clothes we have picked out. At times you will also wear a corset. One of those times will be tonight. Linda will prepare you for tonight. Don't disappoint me."
Linda led her up the stairs to a room at the end of the hall. She was given a bath and dried. A black corset was tightened around her with a shelf to accentuate her breasts but leave them bare. Likewise was her cunt bare, accentuated by garters attached to black stockings. Then she was seated for instructions.
"Tonight is one of Master's parties. We are to be the servants and later the entertainment. You will be dressed as you are, except that I am instructed to remove the jewellery from down below. Whatever anyone, and I do mean anyone, wants to do with you, you will do it and do it as though you enjoy it. When you serve drinks and hors d'oeuvres, you will be graceful and elegant. Of course, you will not cum with any of Master's guests without HIS permission, and I doubt you will have that."
"Later we will be the entertainment. I am required to explain the rules to you. There are 2 rounds of 15 minutes. We will be belted together face to pussy and are to try and make the other cum. If one succeeds, she will spend the night with Master. The loser, well, let's just say you don't want to be the loser." She laughed ruefully. "I lost once, and will never let it happen again! If we both make it through the 30 minutes without cumming, neither gets to spend the night with Master, but neither will have to run the gauntlet either. Don't get the idea that we can just fake it. If it appears as though we are not really trying, they can extend the time or flog us, or both. But if we look like we are both working hard we may be able to get through it together without cumming."
Samantha nodded her understanding. "How can he parade us in the nude like that in front of other people?" she asked.
"I was very nervous at first. But, the guests think nothing of it, and you will get use to it after a few times. I still get wet every time I have to do one though. I competed against a male sub once," she said smiling as she remembered, "but he didn't last very long, and his cum was sooo sweet."
She took off Samantha's padlocks, and pulled out the butt plug before putting on her own corset and stockings. They took some time with their make-up before putting their hair up. The time passed and Linda escorted her charge out to start receiving guests. She answered the door and took their coats and Samantha escorted them, mostly men, but also a few women, into the large living room. A small jazz combo was set up in a corner and the room filled with soft light and music. She would take drink orders, which she relayed to the bartender at the side. Before long the room was abuzz with conversation and the doorbell stopped ringing, allowing Linda to join her in the room, attending to the guests.
A large man motioned her over and looked her up and down appreciatively. He had her turn around and lift her nipples for him. Then he motioned to her to approach him. When she touched his knees, he motioned her to come still closer, she had to part her legs to inch up on either side of his.
"Part your cunt lips for me," he said crudely.
Samantha pushed her fingers into them and pulled them apart and up for his leering eyes to feast on.
"Good. Very nice. Now hold them there."
He grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it back and forth. A moan escaped from her throat. She had wiped her cunt just before coming down because it was so wet she was afraid it would leak. It was embarrassing enough to be naked in front of all these people. But she couldn't let them know how horny she was. It had been too long since she had been allowed to cum. In her old life, this would never have been a problem. She still didn't understand what had happened to her.
He gripped her clit tightly and began to shake it up and down. Her eyes bulged as she watched him and tried to hold back the feelings he was arousing. She looked around for a way out. Where was Kyle? She didn't see him anywhere, but Linda smiled back at her. Now more deliberately, he pulled it down, hesitated, and then yanked up as far as the skin would stretch. The pressure was strong enough that she dipped and rose on tiptoes as he manipulated her clit.
"Please, Sir," she begged.
He laughed at her plea, but was enjoying her difficulty too much to stop. Samantha could feel the sensations rising in her body. She wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
"Sir, may I get you a drink?" she asked.
She watched as the thickest finger she could imagine was cocked back by his thumb and, almost as though in slow motion, was flicked directly at her clit. She muffled her scream as much as she could but didn't let go of her cunt lips. The room became silent as all eyes turned toward her.
"Your training has been most incomplete. How long have you been in training?"
"Just over a week, Sir," she answered submissively.
"No wonder. But at least you didn't let go, that shows spirit, and I like spirit."
He cocked back the same finger and let fly at the clit that had turned even larger and redder. Samantha again brought forth a muffled scream, but again didn't release the lips held wide apart. Three more times he cocked back his finger, each time hitting his target with precision. The crowd watched her screaming and writhing in agony, until she was able to withstand the third time without any sound coming from her.
"That is much better, my dear," he said releasing her. "You will have to learn to accept punishment without so much noise."
"Thank you, Sir, for your instruction," she said when she had moved to a safe distance. She moved to take drink orders from others. Some wanted to feel her hairless twat, others rubbed her breasts with the studs setting off her full nipples, and still others wanted to feel her lubricated asshole. None kept at it for too long and there was not danger of her having an unauthorized orgasm. A woman with too much make-up and blonde hair motioned her over and had her bend down. Her tender nipples were clamped in the woman's fingers and twisted as she pulled her down farther. She smiled into Samantha's face, but her eyes were like ice. Samantha shuddered with the pain, thankful for once that it was Kyle who had taken her and not this woman.
"Do you know who I am," she asked?
"No, Ma'am," she answered truthfully.
"I am Mistress Schmidt. You don't like me, do you?"
"Of course, I do Ma'am," she answered.
"Would you like to go home with me tonight?"
"That would have to be up to Sir," she answered truthfully.
"If you don't win the competition, I'll see if I can arrange it," she laughed. "Kyle owes me a favour. I could actually take both of you home with me if no one wins. It would make for an interesting weekend."
She let go of the sore nipples and Samantha straightened up. "May I get you a drink, Ma'am?" she asked quickly.
"Whiskey, on the rocks. Something good."
Samantha hurried to get the drink before she changed her mind and had other ideas. When she brought it back, the woman motioned for her to sit on the couch next to her. Samantha sat and found the woman's arm around her pulling her into a demanding kiss. Her mouth was pried open and the tongue forced into her mouth made it feel like she was being raped. It was hard to get her breath with the corset pushing in on her but she just sat there and let it happen until the blonde ended the kiss and said, "until later, my little bitch."
Soon Kyle entered the room and called for the entertainment portion of the evening. The rules were announced, no biting or scratching. And only for this competition, there was no use of nipples by an opponent. The crowd groaned their dissatisfaction with this new rule, but Kyle reminded them about the recent piercings.
The corsets were removed and the two women lay down on the floor with a face at each pussy and a broad belt was put around them as the crowd gathered in a circle to get a good view. Thoughts from every direction careened through Samantha's mind. The thought of an evening with Kyle made her tingle with anticipation. That was overshadowed by the thought of spending even a minute with the scary blonde bitch. She knew how talented Linda's tongue could be and she didn't want to face the punishment that so scared her opponent if she failed to hold off her orgasm—whatever the gauntlet was. But how could she keep from cumming with Linda's talented tongue stuck up her cunt?
The timekeeper was set. Their knees were wrapped with a Velcro strap attached to an 18' rod to keep each other from squeezing the other girl's head between athletic thighs. "START." They gripped the others buttocks and buried faces in the facing hairless cunt, finding it smooth as silk. Each tongue lashed at the clit within its reach and they were soon moaning. Samantha was still very sensitive, both from the punishment her clit had taken previously as well as the tenderness in her lips from the piercings. She wiggled as much as she could but Linda's grip was firm. She tried to put her arousal out of her mind and concentrate on bringing Linda off. All thoughts of "going easy on each other" had left their minds, the more so when whips were brought down on their respective asses by sundry spectators, intent on egging them on. Talented tongues worked ferociously, each trying to get some advantage on the other. Linda was doing very well at a game she had played before. Samantha had been concentrating so much on tonguing her rival that she didn't realize how close she was to having an orgasm.
When it dawned on her she took immediate corrective action. They had been on their sides up to now, and she rolled their bodies so she was on the bottom and lashed out with her hand on Linda's exposed ass. With her other hand, she reached in and took some skin between her fingernails and pinched the tender flesh on her inner thighs. Linda raised her head to scream and Samantha took the opportunity to compose herself. When Linda rolled their bodies, trying to get at the same areas on her rival, Samantha kept her mouth pressed firmly on her cunt giving it the tongue lashing of her life, and continued the roll to cover her back with the floor. There had been nothing in the rules about pinching, and she took another bit of skin, this time closer to Linda's cunt, and pinched it with all her strength, while opening her legs as far as they would go to anchor herself on her back.
The spectators were watching intensely as Linda opened her mouth again to scream and the hand landed again and again on her ass with all the fury Samantha could muster. Samantha sucked in the pearl as hard as she could and gripped it between her teeth. There was no finesse, her tongue just flicked it as hard and as fast as she could while she had the advantage. Linda dug her fingers in and got some ass flesh between her fingers and squeezed, but it was already too late. She was shaking against the tongue. In a last ditch effort to regain the advantage, she tried to roll over again. But Samantha's mouth never left its target, and countered the force of Linda's body with her legs. Linda let out a shriek and screamed, "NooooooOOOOO," as she came against the mouth savaging her clit. The crowd broke into cheers as it became apparent there would be a loser in this competition. Samantha stopped when the orgasm had played itself out and released her iron-like grip on her opponent. Linda began to cry.
Hands gripped the two women and raised them from the floor. Samantha's spreader bar was removed and she was pronounced the winner. Everyone scattered to get his or her favorite weapons of punishment. Mistress Schmidt came back with her flogger and a box, announcing that she had won Linda for the weekend. Linda hobbled over to one side of the room and knelt down. The spreader bar was extended slightly to keep her legs wide apart and extend the time it would take her to navigate the room. Two ashtrays were taken from the box. Toothed clamps with short chains were attached to her nipples as the spectators-turned-participants formed two lines. The ashtrays pulled Linda's breasts downward, keeping her arms bent and her body close to the floor. Every time she tried to raise her body up, the clamps bit cruelly into her nipples.
Samantha stood on the side with Kyle and watched as the blonde-haired mistress lashed out with her whip from behind, hitting the opened-legged woman square on her still quivering cunt. With a scream, Linda lurched forward dragging the ashtrays underneath her into the gauntlet of S&M enthusiasts, each holding their favourite implement and watching for the best place to apply it. As the whips and paddles came down on the helpless woman, Mistress Schmidt moved to the side. She saw Linda's right breast, being pulled down by the weight of the ashtrays she was dragging, and the flogger was flicked with considerable force and accuracy against the side of it near the nipple.
Her scream rang in Samantha's ears and Mistress Schmidt stepped forward and put her foot on the ashtray, anchoring it to the floor. The clips bit in as Linda tried to move forward, and another scream, higher pitched this time, left her lips. She looked sideways and up at the offending party. A thin smile crossed the blondes mouth as she asked, "You will please me well this weekend, my little slut?"
Anxious to continue as her red welts criss-crossed her body, she replied, "Yes, Mistress, I will serve you like the slut I am."
"You will take what I dish out without complaint?" she asked, as whips and floggers found as yet unmarked parts of the helpless body from men and women vying for position around her.
"Yes, Mistress," a shiver ran through her body already wracked by pain.
That was the last thing Samantha saw as Kyle pushed her to the floor, fastened a collar and leash to her neck, and led her up the back stairs to his bedroom. She could hear the thud of leather and an occasional scream as she climbed step by step on hands and knees. She had never been in here and the lush carpet felt good on her hands and knees. He led her over to a stuffed chair and sat down. Samantha immediately took up position #1 close to the chair, and waited for him to change into a luxurious robe.
"You have done very well tonight," he began. "Although I think you might have enjoyed a weekend with Frau Schmidt," he said a twinkle in his eye."
"No, thank you, Sir," she responded softly, with eyes lowered, "I...I would prefer a night with you."
"You have been introduced to a life few others know exists, and even fewer have experienced it. What do you want?" he said after a long minute of silence.
The events of the past week came flooding in upon her. It was all so confusing. She wasn't sure she knew what she did want, but she was sure that the mundane life with her husband wasn't any longer an option. Her life had been all right before, but she knew she hadn't been fulfilled in a long time. Even her husband seemed to stay away for longer and longer periods of time. What was it about this man that made her angry and subdued, yet turned her knees to jelly. She knew she was good looking, and he could have had her any time he wanted, so why didn't he just fuck her and get it over with? He just didn't respond to the same types of female manipulation that other men did. After being horny for days on end without relief, she knew she just wanted to beg him to fuck her senseless, but also instinctively knew that what she wanted didn't matter. She had always gotten her way before and this too made him different. She looked up into his eyes and said, "Pinch my nipples, please, Sir."
"They will hurt," he said taking them into his fingers and beginning to roll the still tender flesh between thumb and forefinger. She looked at the floor again.
"I want to please you, Sir," was her reply as she gritted her teeth against the pain.
"Look at me," he ordered quietly. Her eyes were liquid pools and he looked through them into her soul. She had feared him before because he had known more about her than she had known herself. But now it seemed that his inner strength and the knowledge about what made her tick had a calming effect on her. He watched her expression as he increased the pressure. She caught her breath, but her eyes, captivated now, never left his. He released the pressure and, looking down, ran the backs of his fingers over the large nipples, which snapped back after each finger pressed it down.
She looked at the cock hanging between his legs and thought it beautiful the way the head stood out at an angle. "May I suck your cock for you, Sir?" a husky voice asked. He nodded and she took him into her mouth, smelling his musky odour that was the result of the events of the past few hours and sucked him in ever so slowly, a half inch at a time, until she could feel his dark, curly hair against her lips. Her eyes watered with the pain as he pinched her recently pierced nipples again, but she was determined to impress him, to be better even than Linda. She could feel him growing as she ever so slowly sucked her way back off him. She closed her lips tightly as she went down on him again, very slowly, until he was buried in her throat.
As she backed off again, coming all the way off him, she said in a low voice, "You can pinch harder, Sir. I can take it for you."
A slight sound came unbidden from her throat as his fingers bore down and he twisted the nipples to the side. Tears flowed copiously from her eyes and dripped off her chin. He released her nipples.
"You have done well. Come up on the bed."
She moved on all fours to the bed and clambered up as she watched him remove his robe. His cock hung down between heavy balls. They swayed back and forth and she caught his scent as she watched him move onto the bed.
"You are already wet?" he asked rhetorically as the side of his lip turned up into a smile.
"You already know I'm dripping, Sir," she said with a smile. "And you know that I have suffered from that for days now without being able to do anything about it."
"Put your arms over you're head."
When she complied, he ran a hand lightly over the contours of her body and she shivered at his side. Whenever he would linger at her cunt, she would take it for a few seconds, then move against the hand that would then be withdrawn. Her breathing quickened. He spread her legs by a slight touch on her thigh and moved over her, and she watched as his erection slipped between their bodies. She felt him at her entrance, pushing lightly against the mouth of her naked cunt. Slowly the petals parted and she could feel his head open her vagina. He shifted slightly to a comfortable position on his hands and knees and she could feel his hot breath on her. With just the head inside, he pulled back out. When he could feel the cool air on his cock, he push it back against her until the head was just inside again. He pulled it out and rose up so his cock, now slick with her juices, rubbed against her clit with a slow thrust. She raised her hips to gain more friction, her nubbin flattened by his thrust.
He pulled back and inserted the head again. "You may use your hands now. Climb my pole," was his command.
Samantha felt a rush of adrenaline as she gripped his hips and drew up her feet, thinking of feeling him deep inside her for the first time. It had never been like this with the other affairs she had. She knew she should hate him for what he had done to her, but all she could feel was the desire to cum and cum and cum again with him. She tilted her hips and flexed her legs driving up onto his cock. He fit like a glove, and she clutched her cunt muscles at the top as much as she could before relaxing back to the bed. It seemed like she could feel every part of his cock filling her as she lifted up again and held herself up impaled on him for a moment before letting her muscles relax. She knew that she wanted him to remember her for this night.
For his part, Kyle was enjoying the scene unfolding before him. Her dark hair was undone and was strewn about her head. Her face was a study in concentration as she pushed herself off the bed onto him, and her breasts moved with the action. Her cunt was a velvet glove, silky soft, demanding of his attention, and the smell her arousal permeated the room.
"How could she keep from cumming?" she thought to herself. Her imposed celibacy during the past days, as well as the events of the evening had left her on edge. She bit her lip to try and get a hold of herself, and started raising herself a bit more gingerly than she had previously. Kyle noticed what appeared to be lessening enthusiasm and pulled out. He turned her over and pulled her up on her knees.
Every word was spoken distinctly. "I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO HOLD BACK" Thwack. "I EXPECT," Thwack, "THAT YOU WILL GIVE ME," Thwack, "EVERYTHING YOU HAVE," Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.
"I...I'm sorry, Sir," she said as tears streamed down her face. "I was afraid I would cum without your permission. You feel so good in me, Sir. I didn't think I could control myself."
"This will help you resist the urge to cum. You will count as I punish your ass, and thank me for each strike."
"Yes, Sir," she answered burying her head in the pillow.
He left the bed for a moment and returned with a switch. Samantha caught the pillowcase in her mouth and bit down. Smack! "Outh. One. Thank you, Thir." The switch had caught both cheeks and left a red stripe across them.
Smack!! "Oooo. Two. Thank you, Thir."
Smack!!! "Eeeeeee. Three. Thank you, Thir.
SMACK! "Aieeeee." A moan left her throat. She lay quiet for a few seconds, shaking, the pillow clutched in her teeth. Then "Four. Thank you, Thir."
The next two were harder than the first ones and left her sobbing. Her required litany was spoken through the tears. Samantha clutched the bed sheets in her fists. It was so humiliating to be punished this way, humiliating, but she knew that he was right—she had slacked, but for all that, she was still sooo very horny. Then it was over, and he rubbed cream on her reddened backside and turned her over. Her abused ass was cooled by contact with the sheets.
"Let's see if you can do better. If you need more encouragement, I can certainly provide it," he said his hard cock at the entrance to her cunt again. She arched up to meet him, and he was engulfed by her wetness. She slammed up against him for all she was worth. She would give it to him hard and hope she could hold out. The punishment hadn't really cooled her off as he said it would, and she felt herself rising with him as she flung herself against him again and again, punishing her pierced cunt lips as they slapped against him. Her breath came in huge gulps. He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her to look up at his face. They could see the eroticism of the moment in the others eyes.
"Don't close your eyes," was his command. "Keep them open and look at me." She obeyed, legs contracting to drive her upwards against him again. She wanted to close her eyes, but pleasing him was even more important now.
"Please, Sir..." she begged.
"Not yet. Show me how much you want to suck the cum out of me with your sweet cunt."
When she fell back on the bed, she used it as a springboard to launch herself up against him. This increased the pace and she grunted each time she contracted her legs. It was hard enough that she could feel the pain of crashing into him through the haze of her passion. She could hear their bodies slap together and smell the odour of sweat and sex.
"Cum for me. Let me feel you cum against me. Cum...NOW!" he almost shouted.
She fought to keep her eyes open. As she 'climbed his pole' she could feel her cunt contract. Her toes curled and her balled fists beat against him. Her eyes closed to slits as her face, screwed up as the passion of the moment, washed over her. But her eyes never left his. She launched up and held herself quivering against him for several seconds. Then down and back up to contract her whole body against him. Three times more she dug her feet into the bed until she collapsed, eyes still pried open, and lungs about to burst. His cock head was still wedged in her opening, and he could feel the after shocks hit every few seconds.
"My God," was her only comment when she could finally speak.
He let go of her head and rested on his elbows. She could feel his warm breath in her ear. "You belong to me now," it was a statement. He could feel her nipples graze his chest and he moved himself around to stimulate them, and found it pleasurable for him as well. When her breathing had returned to normal, he pushed himself all the way in and moved his hips in circles against her. A moan was her only answer. He pulled out all the way and worked just the head in and out of her swollen lips, her knees splayed far apart on the bed.
"I don't know if I can, Sir. I am so sensitive down there right now."
"Shhhhh," she heard softly in her ear as she felt her nipples pulled up and down as he moved up and down over her.
The slow, easy pace made her relax. She knew he hadn't cum yet, but she knew he was always more in control of himself than she was. He kept at that measured pace for a couple of minutes, bottoming in her and pulling back until he was completely outside her, then waiting for a couple of seconds before re-entering. She could feel a stirring in her again and her hips began moving against his entry. Feeling her response, he increased the rhythm slightly.
"Sir, I..."
"Shhhh. Just let it happen."
He twisted his fingers in her hair, and used the leverage to pull her down onto his thrusts. Her knees had come up off the bed, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her. They could hear the other breathing and she reached up and found his nipples with her fingers. She could feel hers brush against her hands as he pushed into her, and she pinched his hard, knowing that it was the way he would want it. His moan told her she was right, and she pinched even harder. He responded by increasing the speed of his thrusts. A guttural sound came from his throat and a mindless ferocity came over him. Samantha pulled up hard with her legs, her thighs shaking again and twisted the nipples she had commandeered.
"You will cum for me my slut. You will cum hard," he said through his teeth. "I want to feel you cum around my cock. Milk the cum out of my balls."
"Yes, Sir, I am almost there. You feel soooo good." Then, "Aieeeeeee," her voice went up several octaves. This time her eyes did close, but he wasn't in any position to see them anyway. She didn't know why she responded to him the way she did, but she became mindless, caring naught but for the pleasure she was giving and receiving. Her cry was the catalyst for his orgasm and he pounded hard into her over and over again. Just as she thought she was finished, another set of spasms would overtake her until she finally collapsed onto the bed and lay unmoving, the living dead. Even then a spasm would hit every half-minute as she lay gasping for air until she begged him to make them stop.
For his part, Kyle lay on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt, the liquid cunt under him blurring the lines between his body and hers. He could not reason, only feel. He buried his face in the dark tresses under him and tried to bring his breathing under control, sensing that she was doing the same. He pulled out and rolled over, giving her a chance to rise and use the bathroom.
When she returned, she knelt by the side of the bed, fingers intertwined behind her head. Remembering words Linda had spoken some days before, she said, "Thank you for letting me cum, Sir."
He motioned for her to come to bed and she took him in her mouth to clean him off. It was an action that seemed almost normal to her now. Then she fell asleep lying across his body with her legs straddling his right one, her head on his chest. It was a sleep she would remember for a long time, the deepest sleep she could remember, and she awoke in the morning surprisingly refreshed and ready for the day. Kyle had already made breakfast. As they ate, Samantha still naked, she asked, even begged him to leave the padlocks off for Chaitanya's homecoming. But the look in his eyes told her it was not to be, and after eating, Kyle returned the padlocks and studs to the pierced areas. After some more tears, he kissed her and she dressed before returning home in a quandary wondering how she should proceed when her husband arrived home.
To Be Continued
Training Samantha: Chapter 7 - The Maid's Revenge
Samantha entered the house after spending the night with Kyle, made coffee, and sat on the couch in the living room pondering her recent fate. She felt alive, not just sexually, but in every way imaginable. It was great sex, she knew that, but was more than that, and touched something deep inside her. She knew she had dark thoughts at times, but usually repressed them unless she was masturbating or having trouble cumming with Chaitanya. Afterwards, she felt guilty about having them, and was sure she would never want them to happen in real life. She had thought about them less and less over the past couple of years as the pressures of work and Chaitanya’s frequent absences pushed any form of eroticism out of her mind.
She could almost feel Kyle’s hands on her and see the look in his eyes that said he could see her hidden thoughts. She shuddered as she thought about his knowledge of her responses, and wondered why other men hadn’t a clue about a woman’s mind. It made him dangerous in the way insanity could take over the mind and make a person lose control.
She heard Neeraja enter shortly after from delivering the boys to a friend’s picnic birthday party. The maid went to her room and stripped. Looking into the mirror, pretty dark eyes and curly black hair returned her stare. Her waist wasn’t as slim as it used to be, she sighed, but her breasts, described over and over again by her boyfriend in college as ‘magnificent’, hadn’t developed any sag. She gritted her teeth thinking about the cards fate had dealt her. Now at last, Kyle had turned up and given her a way to get even for all the menial jobs she had been assigned by Samantha. She was starting to understand, and enjoy, the feeling of power he had given her. A tight smile crossed her full lips thinking about the head of her boss buried between her legs. The special glass had changed more than a few things and she wondered, thanks to Mr. Kyle, who was the boss now. She shook her hair out, and went into the bathroom for a shower.
She heard Neeraja enter shortly after from delivering the boys to a friend’s picnic birthday party. The maid went to her room and stripped. Looking into the mirror, pretty dark eyes and curly black hair returned her stare. Her waist wasn’t as slim as it used to be, she sighed, but her breasts, described over and over again by her boyfriend in college as ‘magnificent’, hadn’t developed any sag. She gritted her teeth thinking about the cards fate had dealt her. Now at last, Kyle had turned up and given her a way to get even for all the menial jobs she had been assigned by Samantha. She was starting to understand, and enjoy, the feeling of power he had given her. A tight smile crossed her full lips thinking about the head of her boss buried between her legs. The special glass had changed more than a few things and she wondered, thanks to Mr. Kyle, who was the boss now. She shook her hair out, and went into the bathroom for a shower.
Samantha went upstairs, opened a dresser drawer and fished out a thin journal hidden between the bottom drawer and the base underneath. No one had ever seen it. She hadn’t written in it for quite some time. Taking it downstairs, she leafed through the pages, smiling as she read her fantasy about being forced to have sex, not with one, but with the entire Board of Directors of a company she depended on for a good share of her business. She had met with the President on a number of occasions, and found his rugged good looks, and forceful personality very erotic. No one would ever know that she came especially hard when she masturbated, thinking about kneeling in front of him with her hands bound behind her back, unable to resist his pleasure.
She shuddered and felt her lips puffy and moist as she thought about Kyle. If he had only been like other guys with whom she had had affairs—but he was very different and these differences were the very essence of the man. She hadn’t had an orgasm without his permission in a couple of weeks now. It was strange that she was horny all the time, although it had often been weeks between orgasms during the last couple of years and it hadn’t bothered her at all. She considered rubbing on the locks piercing her labia. That, in conjunction with working her erect nipples compliments of the tip less bra, should bring her off now that the piercings weren’t so sore. But something held her back. She didn’t have the butt plug in, so he would have no way of knowing. Still, one part of her brain said the ache between her legs needed immediate attention, while another part said she would be falling into the trap of eroticism laid down by Kyle. She laughed out loud saying she wouldn’t let him take over her mind, but in the same instant, knew deep down with absolute certainty, that he had already.
She sipped coffee and stared out into space. It was all so confusing. One side of her wanted his attention and the sensory overload he brought into her life. But giving up control was so difficult, even scary. She thought about having to beg to be allowed to cum and how humiliating it made her feel. But that thought again sent a charge to her clit and she said, damn, damn, damn, aloud as she realized she was close to cumming.
She shuddered and felt her lips puffy and moist as she thought about Kyle. If he had only been like other guys with whom she had had affairs—but he was very different and these differences were the very essence of the man. She hadn’t had an orgasm without his permission in a couple of weeks now. It was strange that she was horny all the time, although it had often been weeks between orgasms during the last couple of years and it hadn’t bothered her at all. She considered rubbing on the locks piercing her labia. That, in conjunction with working her erect nipples compliments of the tip less bra, should bring her off now that the piercings weren’t so sore. But something held her back. She didn’t have the butt plug in, so he would have no way of knowing. Still, one part of her brain said the ache between her legs needed immediate attention, while another part said she would be falling into the trap of eroticism laid down by Kyle. She laughed out loud saying she wouldn’t let him take over her mind, but in the same instant, knew deep down with absolute certainty, that he had already.
She sipped coffee and stared out into space. It was all so confusing. One side of her wanted his attention and the sensory overload he brought into her life. But giving up control was so difficult, even scary. She thought about having to beg to be allowed to cum and how humiliating it made her feel. But that thought again sent a charge to her clit and she said, damn, damn, damn, aloud as she realized she was close to cumming.
She had to get control of herself. She would write in her journal later when she was feeling more normal. More normal, that was a laugh, she thought ruefully. She had to figure out a way to keep this from Chaitanya. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, understand, and the blackmail Kyle held over their heads made her resolve to keep it from him for fear he would do something foolish.
She leafed through the pages, a rape fantasy, a couple of fantasies with another woman—God, she never in a million years thought that it would ever happen. She could feel the urge to pee, and looked around thinking about sneaking into the bathroom on her own. She knew it was forbidden in the house, but the glass in front of Neeraja was so humiliating, to say nothing of the strange way Neeraja was acting about it. HE would never know, would he?
The ringing of the phone startled her out of her reverie. The voice at the other end resonated in her ear, raising her pulse-rate.
She leafed through the pages, a rape fantasy, a couple of fantasies with another woman—God, she never in a million years thought that it would ever happen. She could feel the urge to pee, and looked around thinking about sneaking into the bathroom on her own. She knew it was forbidden in the house, but the glass in front of Neeraja was so humiliating, to say nothing of the strange way Neeraja was acting about it. HE would never know, would he?
The ringing of the phone startled her out of her reverie. The voice at the other end resonated in her ear, raising her pulse-rate.
Good morning, my slut.
She winced at the word. Good Morning, Sir.
Are you relaxed after the activities of last night?
I am just relaxing now, Sir
Good. Have you exercised yet this morning?
No, Sir.
You must keep your body in excellent shape for me.
Yes, Sir.
Go and do it at once, then await my instructions.
Yes, Sir, she fidgeted trying to figure out when she could pee.
And Samantha,
Yes, Sir?
You shouldn’t be needing the pecker gag any more. You seem to be doing very well with that part of your training.
Thank you, Sir. She wasn’t pleased to hear his words of approval, was she? Sir?
What is it Samantha?
May I use the bathroom first?
You may seek out Neeraja. As soon as she’s done with you, go right to the exercise room.
I Thank you, Sir, she said with resignation in her voice. Sir?
Yes, Samantha.
Will you please consider letting me take off the padlocks when my husband returns?
I will let you know when they can be removed.
Damn, damn, damn, she said aloud after she hung up the phone. She went in search of Neeraja, and found her in a short blue skirt, gold blouse, and heels, leaving her room to go out.
I need to pee, she said simply.
Tough, was the response as she brushed past her employer. Today is my day off, but I have already had to take the boys over to the Sutten’s because you spent the night with your boy friend. Now, I’m leaving.
Excuse me, she retorted with authority. I’m speaking to you. You will wait and you will listen to me.
She winced at the word. Good Morning, Sir.
Are you relaxed after the activities of last night?
I am just relaxing now, Sir
Good. Have you exercised yet this morning?
No, Sir.
You must keep your body in excellent shape for me.
Yes, Sir.
Go and do it at once, then await my instructions.
Yes, Sir, she fidgeted trying to figure out when she could pee.
And Samantha,
Yes, Sir?
You shouldn’t be needing the pecker gag any more. You seem to be doing very well with that part of your training.
Thank you, Sir. She wasn’t pleased to hear his words of approval, was she? Sir?
What is it Samantha?
May I use the bathroom first?
You may seek out Neeraja. As soon as she’s done with you, go right to the exercise room.
I Thank you, Sir, she said with resignation in her voice. Sir?
Yes, Samantha.
Will you please consider letting me take off the padlocks when my husband returns?
I will let you know when they can be removed.
Damn, damn, damn, she said aloud after she hung up the phone. She went in search of Neeraja, and found her in a short blue skirt, gold blouse, and heels, leaving her room to go out.
I need to pee, she said simply.
Tough, was the response as she brushed past her employer. Today is my day off, but I have already had to take the boys over to the Sutten’s because you spent the night with your boy friend. Now, I’m leaving.
Excuse me, she retorted with authority. I’m speaking to you. You will wait and you will listen to me.
Neeraja hesitated. The habit of several years of servitude overcame her inclination to allow her temper to get the better of her. Yes? she responded her jaw set firmly.
Get the glass so I can relieve myself.
I’m late for an appointment, she lied. I really have to leave now.
No, I HAVE to use the glass first, she said with more force that she had intended.
Then do it yourself, she spat, turning to leave. The glass is on my dresser.
Samantha grasped the arm of her maid and spun her around. You know I can’t do that. My needs come first. You are here to take orders from me, she said in her best head-of-the-company voice.
Then fire me, she said with fire in her eyes.
It was like a slap in the face. How would it look to Kyle if that were to happen? Please, Neeraja, I’m not having an affair really, he he makes me do things. Things I don’t want to do. Please don’t make me beg.
Neeraja offered an unladylike expletive, pulled her arm away, then said, Strip.
What? she said as Neeraja headed back toward her bedroom.
You heard me. If you have even one piece of clothing on when I come back with the glass, it will slip out of my fingers and break.
Samantha tore off her clothing.
Get the glass so I can relieve myself.
I’m late for an appointment, she lied. I really have to leave now.
No, I HAVE to use the glass first, she said with more force that she had intended.
Then do it yourself, she spat, turning to leave. The glass is on my dresser.
Samantha grasped the arm of her maid and spun her around. You know I can’t do that. My needs come first. You are here to take orders from me, she said in her best head-of-the-company voice.
Then fire me, she said with fire in her eyes.
It was like a slap in the face. How would it look to Kyle if that were to happen? Please, Neeraja, I’m not having an affair really, he he makes me do things. Things I don’t want to do. Please don’t make me beg.
Neeraja offered an unladylike expletive, pulled her arm away, then said, Strip.
What? she said as Neeraja headed back toward her bedroom.
You heard me. If you have even one piece of clothing on when I come back with the glass, it will slip out of my fingers and break.
Samantha tore off her clothing.
Kneel, was the command when she reappeared, eyeing the naked woman. She grabbed Samantha’s hands, pulling them behind her back, and slid them through rope cuffs made with soft Japanese rope.
What are you doing? she was wary of what was happening, but complied. Was she, the one who was always in control, becoming used to following orders?
Shut up and do as you’re told. Can you do that? Neeraja demanded in a tone she had not used since leaving home.
Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, I can do as I’m told.
Neeraja leaned down and clipped a dog leash onto two of the padlocks in her cunt.
Shut up and do as you’re told. Can you do that? Neeraja demanded in a tone she had not used since leaving home.
Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, I can do as I’m told.
Neeraja leaned down and clipped a dog leash onto two of the padlocks in her cunt.
And what should someone be called who has you on a leash? she snarled.
Tears came to Samantha’s eyes. I I don’t know. She had lost control again and a feeling of humiliation coursed over her. M...M...Mistress? she asked.
That’s better, she smiled. And you had better not forget how to address me.
Her boss was mute. Had you? She asked yanking on the leash.
Yes, Mistress, she choked back the tears as her still sore pussy lips were distended by the pressure on the leash.
Neeraja pulled up on the leash and her boss staggered to her feet. She led her through the kitchen and out into the garage.
Get in, she said opening the car door.
I can’t go out like this, Samantha hissed, besides Kyle, told me I have to exercise now.
GET IN.
Samantha began to panic. She couldn’t go out like that where she might be seen. She screamed at her tormentor, and heedless of the harm she could cause to herself from the leash, made a dash for the door. Neeraja let go of the leash and laughed as her prey turned around to try and open the handle from behind. Going through, the leash got caught as the door closed behind her. Samantha kicked the door open again and pulled it through. She turned, trying to think of where she would be safe. She started for the living room, then changed her mind and headed for the exercise room. As she did so, Neeraja caught her by the hair and spun her around.
With her face an inch from that of her employer, Neeraja spat, You have pissed me off for the last time. You wake me up in the middle of the night, because YOU have to go wee wee. I do all the menial tasks around the house, including some on what is supposed to be my day off. When was the last time I got a raise? her voice went up an octave. Her whole demeanour was a total surprise for her boss who cowered before her.
Tears came to Samantha’s eyes. I I don’t know. She had lost control again and a feeling of humiliation coursed over her. M...M...Mistress? she asked.
That’s better, she smiled. And you had better not forget how to address me.
Her boss was mute. Had you? She asked yanking on the leash.
Yes, Mistress, she choked back the tears as her still sore pussy lips were distended by the pressure on the leash.
Neeraja pulled up on the leash and her boss staggered to her feet. She led her through the kitchen and out into the garage.
Get in, she said opening the car door.
I can’t go out like this, Samantha hissed, besides Kyle, told me I have to exercise now.
GET IN.
Samantha began to panic. She couldn’t go out like that where she might be seen. She screamed at her tormentor, and heedless of the harm she could cause to herself from the leash, made a dash for the door. Neeraja let go of the leash and laughed as her prey turned around to try and open the handle from behind. Going through, the leash got caught as the door closed behind her. Samantha kicked the door open again and pulled it through. She turned, trying to think of where she would be safe. She started for the living room, then changed her mind and headed for the exercise room. As she did so, Neeraja caught her by the hair and spun her around.
With her face an inch from that of her employer, Neeraja spat, You have pissed me off for the last time. You wake me up in the middle of the night, because YOU have to go wee wee. I do all the menial tasks around the house, including some on what is supposed to be my day off. When was the last time I got a raise? her voice went up an octave. Her whole demeanour was a total surprise for her boss who cowered before her.
I...I I don’t know.
Never, that’s when. She grabbed her by the tit and hauled her over to the table, leaving bruises where her fingers had been. Sit there, and don’t make a sound, she told the squawking woman as she pulled her down onto a chair.
She picked up the phone and dialled a number. Mr. Kyle? Samantha heard the rest only in a daze. This is Neeraja. I am the maid at Samantha’s house. You remember that you asked me to hold the glass when she, you know Yes She has done nothing but give me a hard time about it Yes I was going to punish her, but she refused Yes, Sir. He would like to speak with you, she told her victim placing the cordless phone to Samantha’s ear.
I can’t believe what I am hearing he started.
But Sir
Samantha, his deep voice growled in a menacing tone.
Y Y Yes, Sir? she said shaking from the adrenaline rush her anger had brought.
Neeraja has gone out of her way to HELP you. Do you think it is FUN for her to have to hold your toilet while you take a piss?
No, Sir, I suppose not.
From now on, you will do everything you are told by her, as though it was a command from me. What do you do when I ask you to do something?
I obey you, Sir.
Immediately?
Yes, immediately, Sir.
Then I expect you to do the same for Neeraja. When you are with her, you will obey her. Do you understand me?
Yes, Sir.
Now you will be punished for your childish and disobedient behaviour. Tell her now that you regret your disobedience and need to be punished. When she has done this, you will thank her. And, remember to always address her respectfully.
Looking at her servant, she got out the words, I I n...n need to be p p punished, Mistress, she could hardly get the words out as tears streamed down her face.
Never, that’s when. She grabbed her by the tit and hauled her over to the table, leaving bruises where her fingers had been. Sit there, and don’t make a sound, she told the squawking woman as she pulled her down onto a chair.
She picked up the phone and dialled a number. Mr. Kyle? Samantha heard the rest only in a daze. This is Neeraja. I am the maid at Samantha’s house. You remember that you asked me to hold the glass when she, you know Yes She has done nothing but give me a hard time about it Yes I was going to punish her, but she refused Yes, Sir. He would like to speak with you, she told her victim placing the cordless phone to Samantha’s ear.
I can’t believe what I am hearing he started.
But Sir
Samantha, his deep voice growled in a menacing tone.
Y Y Yes, Sir? she said shaking from the adrenaline rush her anger had brought.
Neeraja has gone out of her way to HELP you. Do you think it is FUN for her to have to hold your toilet while you take a piss?
No, Sir, I suppose not.
From now on, you will do everything you are told by her, as though it was a command from me. What do you do when I ask you to do something?
I obey you, Sir.
Immediately?
Yes, immediately, Sir.
Then I expect you to do the same for Neeraja. When you are with her, you will obey her. Do you understand me?
Yes, Sir.
Now you will be punished for your childish and disobedient behaviour. Tell her now that you regret your disobedience and need to be punished. When she has done this, you will thank her. And, remember to always address her respectfully.
Looking at her servant, she got out the words, I I n...n need to be p p punished, Mistress, she could hardly get the words out as tears streamed down her face.
Tell her why you need to be punished.
I I need to be punished because I didn’t obey you, she told her maid in a shaky voice.
If I was there and had to punish you for disobeying me, what would my punishment be like?
It would be very harsh, Sir.
I will check with her afterward. If I don’t consider your punishment severe enough, I will send you for correction to your German friend. Joanna has come home now after her weekend there, and her attitude about things has improved, I can tell you. She is MOST attentive to my every command!
Samantha shivered at the thought.
Then tell her what your punishment should be like. And you had better let her know that you expect it to be one that you will not soon forget.
Samantha took a deep breath trying to think of what to say.
Go on, said the voice in her ear as Neeraja continued to hold the phone for her.
She looked at the steely eyes of Neeraja, then turned away, unable to maintain eye contact. I will need to be punished severely. It should hurt a lot so I will know that my behaviour isn’t acceptable, and then I will do my best never to be disobedient again. It It should be hard enough that I am crying and maybe even screaming at the punishment. Tears ran down her cheeks.
I I need to be punished because I didn’t obey you, she told her maid in a shaky voice.
If I was there and had to punish you for disobeying me, what would my punishment be like?
It would be very harsh, Sir.
I will check with her afterward. If I don’t consider your punishment severe enough, I will send you for correction to your German friend. Joanna has come home now after her weekend there, and her attitude about things has improved, I can tell you. She is MOST attentive to my every command!
Samantha shivered at the thought.
Then tell her what your punishment should be like. And you had better let her know that you expect it to be one that you will not soon forget.
Samantha took a deep breath trying to think of what to say.
Go on, said the voice in her ear as Neeraja continued to hold the phone for her.
She looked at the steely eyes of Neeraja, then turned away, unable to maintain eye contact. I will need to be punished severely. It should hurt a lot so I will know that my behaviour isn’t acceptable, and then I will do my best never to be disobedient again. It It should be hard enough that I am crying and maybe even screaming at the punishment. Tears ran down her cheeks.
I don’t want to ever have a phone call like this again, his words were like ice and she could imagine the look in his eyes. Put her back on the line.
He He He wants to speak with you again, she said with a sob.
Neeraja raised an eyebrow but did not respond.
Samantha fought to think of what she had to say. Mr. Laughton wants to speak with you.
Neeraja raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond.
Mistress.
Neeraja put the phone to her ear and listened, a wicked smile crossing her face. Yes, Mr. Kyle. Then she hung up the phone and stared down at her boss for a few moments deep in thought. She went to a drawer and came back with a pair of wire cutters. Then, standing on a chair, she removed the light from a hook over the table, and cut the electrical wires with a zzztt. Up on the table, Slut, face down. As she spoke, a feeling of power went through her like an electric charge.
He He He wants to speak with you again, she said with a sob.
Neeraja raised an eyebrow but did not respond.
Samantha fought to think of what she had to say. Mr. Laughton wants to speak with you.
Neeraja raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond.
Mistress.
Neeraja put the phone to her ear and listened, a wicked smile crossing her face. Yes, Mr. Kyle. Then she hung up the phone and stared down at her boss for a few moments deep in thought. She went to a drawer and came back with a pair of wire cutters. Then, standing on a chair, she removed the light from a hook over the table, and cut the electrical wires with a zzztt. Up on the table, Slut, face down. As she spoke, a feeling of power went through her like an electric charge.
Samantha felt like she had been slapped in the face at being called a ‘slut’. But she pushed pride aside and hurried to obey, inching herself face-first onto the table without use of her hands. While she was doing that, Neeraja fetched a couple of pieces of rope from the garage, and another pair of the Japanese cuffs she just happened to have in her room. The cuffs were put on the helpless woman’s ankles. The length of rope was tied to the rope cuffs at Samantha’s wrists. It was then pulled up and tied to the hook in the ceiling, raising her arms up off the table at an unpleasant angle. The loose end was then was drawn down to the ankles. These were raised, pulling her legs up at a most unnatural angle until her cunt was off the table, effectively hogtying the sniffling, naked, woman, and putting all her weight on her chest.
Neeraja, moved to the other end of the table and with a sudden move, pulled hard. The table came apart where the leaf added to the length of the table. She opened it a bit more, and pulled Samantha forward until her tits fell into the void in the thin metal tabletop.
Wha! started Samantha as Neeraja inched the table closed again, holding it with her hands, and bumping it with her thighs. When the captive woman rocked her body in desperation, she held her down while bumping it again. Samantha gave a moan of pain, then a yelp at the next bump, and finally a shriek. The maid examined the tits and found them suitably pinned by the table.
Do you know why you are being punished? she asked.
Neeraja, moved to the other end of the table and with a sudden move, pulled hard. The table came apart where the leaf added to the length of the table. She opened it a bit more, and pulled Samantha forward until her tits fell into the void in the thin metal tabletop.
Wha! started Samantha as Neeraja inched the table closed again, holding it with her hands, and bumping it with her thighs. When the captive woman rocked her body in desperation, she held her down while bumping it again. Samantha gave a moan of pain, then a yelp at the next bump, and finally a shriek. The maid examined the tits and found them suitably pinned by the table.
Do you know why you are being punished? she asked.
Because I was disobedient, she said, dejection and resignation in her voice.
Ask me to punish you, slut.
Please, punish me Mistress, hard but please not too hard. I won’t let anything like this happen again. Her arms and legs were aching already from being lifted up and she decided she wasn’t going to make things more difficult by refusing to address her servant in a deferential manner.
Sliding under the table, Neeraja saw the objects her boss prized so highly, hanging down. The table had closed tightly on the tops of her tits, flattening them, and making their removal impossible without opening the table again. Neeraja grasped the nearest one and squeezed it with both hands, as its owner gasped. She let her fingers dig in, making marks on it, before moving them to another spot and doing the same. Samantha was breathing in short gasps, trying to deal with the pain caused by her maid’s fingernails. Her moans and cries of pain brought at smile to Neeraja. Then, taking the fingers of both hands, she squeezed the breast as hard as she could, and listened to the wail above her with satisfaction. When she had sensitized the one breast enough, she went to the other and repeated the process.
Sliding out again, Neeraja went to a drawer, took out a wooden spoon, and returned to her position under the table. She grabbed a nipple along with its gold piercing, and pulled down as hard as she could, distending the tit. A cry of pain was her reward, and she smiled as she brought the spoon sharply against the smooth tit flesh, then again, and yet again.
I am sorry for my actions, Samantha sniveled when a pause in the punishment allowed her to catch her breath.
When I’m done, you will wish Mr. Kyle had come over to punish you, instead of me, was the response. I spend every day taking care of your dirty laundry and dusting your dirty house. And what thanks do I get? When I grew up, I had a maid that did such things in our house. But at least we told her how much we appreciated her and gave her raises. Now it’s your turn to pay for what I haven’t gotten the past couple of years.
I am going to give you a substantial raise, just as soon as Chaitanya comes home, she tried to bargain. But her offer was ignored.
Neeraja moved around the breast, hitting every part as the shrieking and sobbing continued above her. If she didn’t yell loud enough, she would hit the same spot again, harder than before. The second time always seemed to satisfy her with the ear-piercing cry and the way her bound ‘boss’ twisted and danced as she pulled on the ropes. Finally, she let go of the nipple and directed her final two smacks in an upswing, aiming for the piercing , and smiling at the cry of pain, which she heard from above.
Ask me to punish you, slut.
Please, punish me Mistress, hard but please not too hard. I won’t let anything like this happen again. Her arms and legs were aching already from being lifted up and she decided she wasn’t going to make things more difficult by refusing to address her servant in a deferential manner.
Sliding under the table, Neeraja saw the objects her boss prized so highly, hanging down. The table had closed tightly on the tops of her tits, flattening them, and making their removal impossible without opening the table again. Neeraja grasped the nearest one and squeezed it with both hands, as its owner gasped. She let her fingers dig in, making marks on it, before moving them to another spot and doing the same. Samantha was breathing in short gasps, trying to deal with the pain caused by her maid’s fingernails. Her moans and cries of pain brought at smile to Neeraja. Then, taking the fingers of both hands, she squeezed the breast as hard as she could, and listened to the wail above her with satisfaction. When she had sensitized the one breast enough, she went to the other and repeated the process.
Sliding out again, Neeraja went to a drawer, took out a wooden spoon, and returned to her position under the table. She grabbed a nipple along with its gold piercing, and pulled down as hard as she could, distending the tit. A cry of pain was her reward, and she smiled as she brought the spoon sharply against the smooth tit flesh, then again, and yet again.
I am sorry for my actions, Samantha sniveled when a pause in the punishment allowed her to catch her breath.
When I’m done, you will wish Mr. Kyle had come over to punish you, instead of me, was the response. I spend every day taking care of your dirty laundry and dusting your dirty house. And what thanks do I get? When I grew up, I had a maid that did such things in our house. But at least we told her how much we appreciated her and gave her raises. Now it’s your turn to pay for what I haven’t gotten the past couple of years.
I am going to give you a substantial raise, just as soon as Chaitanya comes home, she tried to bargain. But her offer was ignored.
Neeraja moved around the breast, hitting every part as the shrieking and sobbing continued above her. If she didn’t yell loud enough, she would hit the same spot again, harder than before. The second time always seemed to satisfy her with the ear-piercing cry and the way her bound ‘boss’ twisted and danced as she pulled on the ropes. Finally, she let go of the nipple and directed her final two smacks in an upswing, aiming for the piercing , and smiling at the cry of pain, which she heard from above.
Neeraja surfaced and looked down at the figure collapsed into the tabletop. There was no struggle now, only resignation on the tear-streaked face. How are WE feeling today? she asked jovially. When no response came, she raised her arm high over her head and hit the ass cheek nearby with the wooden spoon. The tear-filled eyes popped open and focused on her as a red circle decorated her backside. I said, how are WE feeling today?
The corporate executive continued to snivel, but said through her tears, I have learned my lesson, Mistress. Really I have. Please, no more punishment. I beg you. Please. Please. Please.
Unfortunately, I have only done one side. But you can ask me to finish the other so you can get up, she said cruelly, or I can leave you here for a while and come back and do it later. Of course I might not be in a very good mood then having lost more of my day off to you.
Samantha groaned. Her left tit was so sore, it would take days before she could even think to wear the tip less bra. It was much, much worse than the piercing. Her arms were being pulled out of the sockets and her legs and back were stiff and sore. And, she still needed to pee.
P p please, M M Mistress, finish my punishment, she finally forced herself to say.
As you wish.
Neeraja slid back down. The pressure of the table was shutting off some of the blood flow to her tits, she noted, and they were beginning to turn a dark red. With that observation, she began her treatment of the second breast. She noted details, like the way it flattened as the spoon hit it, trying to pull the nipple out of her grasp. It turned white the first second of the strike, followed by a circle of red. The underside of the breast always got louder responses from its recipient than the top. When she had put a hard blow directly into the nipple, and received a suitable response, she stopped. Her arms were tired anyway. She slid back out from under the table.
What will you do for me, SLUT? she asked fingering the anus the helpless woman was unable to protect.
Anything you ask, Mistress, was the response from the sobbing woman.
Anything? her finger slid in and out.
Samantha took a deep breath trying to compose herself. She just needed to get out of this in any way she could. She would promise anything now, but she would get even if it was the last thing she did. Yes, Mistress.
You are not just saying that because of your present predicament?
No, Mistress. I will obey you. Anything. Anything you ask me to do, I’ll do. You just name it and I I’ll do it.
You will suck me off anytime I want, like the cunt sucker you are?
Yes. Mistress. I will, Mistress.
Anytime? Not just when you need to pee?
Whenever you want, Mistress. Samantha felt the finger in her backside move in and out with long strokes.
And tongue my ass?
If you ask me to, I I suppose so, yes, Mistress. Was there nothing to which she wouldn’t stoop?
You will also suck off my friends. They don’t get it as often as they would like from their boyfriends. And it would be rad for me to show them my cunt-sucking slave, don’t you think?
Please, no, not that, Mistress. Why was her calm, pliable maid becoming such a bitch?
Just as I thought. You promise you’ll do anything I ask, but it’s just so much shit.
No, no, I really mean it.
Then you will do it?
If I have to, yes, Mistress.
Do what?
I I’ll also suck off your friends if you want, Mistress.
And anyone else I tell you to? It might also be nice to bring a guy around for some coochie.
Yes, Yes. I have told you I will obey you, Mistress.
You will offer them sex in any way I tell you to?
Yes, Mistress, said the miserable woman.
Tell me what you will offer to the men or women I chose?
I will suck off their pussies and use my mouth, pussy, or ass for the men, as you wish Mistress.
Your cunt, you mean. All you have is a cunt. Ladies have pussies. You are a slut, so you have a cunt.
Yes, my cunt, Mistress.
Why will you obey me, slut?
I I I don’t know. Because I have to. Because Kyle has ordered me to obey you. She began to cry again at the unfairness of her helpless situation.
Neeraja took her finger out of the asshole she had been fingering. She held it in front of her employer’s mouth, letting the aroma permeate the air around her nostrils. Suck it, was her order. With disgust, the mouth was dutifully opened and the stained finger inserted. Samantha retched at the gamy taste of the finger, but made sure it was clean before being removed.
Neeraja reached down and ran her finger over the slit, fingering the padlocks as she did so. Her finger was wet and sticky just from touching the padlocks. You are turned on by this, aren’t you slut? she said holding the finger in front of Samantha’s face.
Samantha closed her eyes in shame. How could this possibly turn her on? This wasn’t erotic. This was horrible.
You don’t know if you’re turned on? Neeraja said sarcastically. Maybe your tits need a little bit more persuasion to make you more responsive? she bent down to get under the table.
No, no, no, please, Mistress. Yes, Yes, I am turned on. I want to cum badly, but I can’t since the locks you know. Is that what you wanted to hear? she broke into sobs once again at the depravity to which she had been reduced. I am horny and I need to cum. And I really need to pee. Are you happy now?
Untying the rope holding her hands and feet, Neeraja let the aching woman down and took off the ankle cuffs.
But she left the table as it was, pinioning a pair of aching red tits between the leaves.
Neeraja skinned off her panties, saying, Let’s see if you are really willing to obey. She mounted the table, knees either side of the outstretched body in front of her, still holding the wooden spoon, opening her legs to straddle her bosses head.
Your feeble attempts at sucking cunt before were pitiable. I’ll see if the incentive I’ve just given you helps any. If not, I will just slide back under the table until you are ready to service me the way I expect of a good cunt-sucker.
So that’s what she had been reduced to, a good cunt-sucker. She was the person who could make any of her employees quake, who could fire any of them at will, who was respected for her power and knowledge in the business world. Samantha lifted her head at an awkward angle to get at the offered bush. The odor of Neeraja’s arousal filled her nostrils.
The corporate executive continued to snivel, but said through her tears, I have learned my lesson, Mistress. Really I have. Please, no more punishment. I beg you. Please. Please. Please.
Unfortunately, I have only done one side. But you can ask me to finish the other so you can get up, she said cruelly, or I can leave you here for a while and come back and do it later. Of course I might not be in a very good mood then having lost more of my day off to you.
Samantha groaned. Her left tit was so sore, it would take days before she could even think to wear the tip less bra. It was much, much worse than the piercing. Her arms were being pulled out of the sockets and her legs and back were stiff and sore. And, she still needed to pee.
P p please, M M Mistress, finish my punishment, she finally forced herself to say.
As you wish.
Neeraja slid back down. The pressure of the table was shutting off some of the blood flow to her tits, she noted, and they were beginning to turn a dark red. With that observation, she began her treatment of the second breast. She noted details, like the way it flattened as the spoon hit it, trying to pull the nipple out of her grasp. It turned white the first second of the strike, followed by a circle of red. The underside of the breast always got louder responses from its recipient than the top. When she had put a hard blow directly into the nipple, and received a suitable response, she stopped. Her arms were tired anyway. She slid back out from under the table.
What will you do for me, SLUT? she asked fingering the anus the helpless woman was unable to protect.
Anything you ask, Mistress, was the response from the sobbing woman.
Anything? her finger slid in and out.
Samantha took a deep breath trying to compose herself. She just needed to get out of this in any way she could. She would promise anything now, but she would get even if it was the last thing she did. Yes, Mistress.
You are not just saying that because of your present predicament?
No, Mistress. I will obey you. Anything. Anything you ask me to do, I’ll do. You just name it and I I’ll do it.
You will suck me off anytime I want, like the cunt sucker you are?
Yes. Mistress. I will, Mistress.
Anytime? Not just when you need to pee?
Whenever you want, Mistress. Samantha felt the finger in her backside move in and out with long strokes.
And tongue my ass?
If you ask me to, I I suppose so, yes, Mistress. Was there nothing to which she wouldn’t stoop?
You will also suck off my friends. They don’t get it as often as they would like from their boyfriends. And it would be rad for me to show them my cunt-sucking slave, don’t you think?
Please, no, not that, Mistress. Why was her calm, pliable maid becoming such a bitch?
Just as I thought. You promise you’ll do anything I ask, but it’s just so much shit.
No, no, I really mean it.
Then you will do it?
If I have to, yes, Mistress.
Do what?
I I’ll also suck off your friends if you want, Mistress.
And anyone else I tell you to? It might also be nice to bring a guy around for some coochie.
Yes, Yes. I have told you I will obey you, Mistress.
You will offer them sex in any way I tell you to?
Yes, Mistress, said the miserable woman.
Tell me what you will offer to the men or women I chose?
I will suck off their pussies and use my mouth, pussy, or ass for the men, as you wish Mistress.
Your cunt, you mean. All you have is a cunt. Ladies have pussies. You are a slut, so you have a cunt.
Yes, my cunt, Mistress.
Why will you obey me, slut?
I I I don’t know. Because I have to. Because Kyle has ordered me to obey you. She began to cry again at the unfairness of her helpless situation.
Neeraja took her finger out of the asshole she had been fingering. She held it in front of her employer’s mouth, letting the aroma permeate the air around her nostrils. Suck it, was her order. With disgust, the mouth was dutifully opened and the stained finger inserted. Samantha retched at the gamy taste of the finger, but made sure it was clean before being removed.
Neeraja reached down and ran her finger over the slit, fingering the padlocks as she did so. Her finger was wet and sticky just from touching the padlocks. You are turned on by this, aren’t you slut? she said holding the finger in front of Samantha’s face.
Samantha closed her eyes in shame. How could this possibly turn her on? This wasn’t erotic. This was horrible.
You don’t know if you’re turned on? Neeraja said sarcastically. Maybe your tits need a little bit more persuasion to make you more responsive? she bent down to get under the table.
No, no, no, please, Mistress. Yes, Yes, I am turned on. I want to cum badly, but I can’t since the locks you know. Is that what you wanted to hear? she broke into sobs once again at the depravity to which she had been reduced. I am horny and I need to cum. And I really need to pee. Are you happy now?
Untying the rope holding her hands and feet, Neeraja let the aching woman down and took off the ankle cuffs.
But she left the table as it was, pinioning a pair of aching red tits between the leaves.
Neeraja skinned off her panties, saying, Let’s see if you are really willing to obey. She mounted the table, knees either side of the outstretched body in front of her, still holding the wooden spoon, opening her legs to straddle her bosses head.
Your feeble attempts at sucking cunt before were pitiable. I’ll see if the incentive I’ve just given you helps any. If not, I will just slide back under the table until you are ready to service me the way I expect of a good cunt-sucker.
So that’s what she had been reduced to, a good cunt-sucker. She was the person who could make any of her employees quake, who could fire any of them at will, who was respected for her power and knowledge in the business world. Samantha lifted her head at an awkward angle to get at the offered bush. The odor of Neeraja’s arousal filled her nostrils.
No, no, I will lick your pussy like you want, Mistress. I will suck it so well you will cum very hard. There won’t be a need for any more punishment, I promise you. But I will be able to do a better job if you let me out of here.
Neeraja laughed, Your tits, you mean?
Yes, Mistress.
I like them right where they are. If you impress me, I’ll consider letting them out. If not, I’ll leave you here and the boys can let you out when they come home. Now get busy, and I don’t want to have to remind you to keep sucking for all you’re worth until I tell you I’m finished.
As a signal to begin, she leaned forward and brought the wooden spoon down on the helpless woman’s ass with all her might, then she leaned back to luxuriate in the sensations she knew would come. Samantha had started to open her mouth to begin, but the pain of the spoon caused her to scream. As the pain had died, she went to work as never before on the proffered bush. Her tongue made contact with her puckered asshole first. She swirled her tongue around it over and over before pushing it inside. Neeraja’s moan told her that she was succeeding in her task. Then she moved up to the perineum for half a minute before going back down where she started. Next was her vagina. She sucked the juices it was secreting as her tongue worked ferociously over the lips on either side. Finally, she stuck her tongue in as far as it would go and moved it around in circles.
Neeraja had leaned back, her hands resting on the table behind her. She let her knees fall outward, opening herself up even further to Samantha’s ravenous tongue. Her eyes were fixed on the head in front of her. She wanted this moment to last forever, and grinned to herself as she watched the frenetic way her ‘boss’ was eating her out. The ‘education’ she had provided had done its work, she decided. Sex didn’t get any better than this.
Samantha had reached the clit in question. Her neck was killing her, but her breasts were hurting like hell and she was determined to offer no reason for any further discipline. She arched her neck painfully, pulling on the skin held captive by the table top, and sucked the little bud in with all her might, chewing at the same time. Her tongue flicked over and over the blood engorged nubbin as she held it between her teeth. Neeraja had been aroused from the punishment she had administered so it wasn’t going to take very long for her to cum. But she wanted Samantha to work for it, and held back as much as she could. She could feel the mouth on her and thought how nice sucking cunt was, at least for the recipient. She lifted her ass and ground her cunt into the mouth servicing her, pushing against her lips and lifting the head already bent at an uncomfortable angle.
Samantha’s moan was the only response, that is, aside from the slurping sound that hadn’t abated since she had started. Her senses were filled with the taste and smell of pussy. It was surprising that the scent didn’t turn her off as she always had thought it would. Neeraja’s ass cheeks began to contract as the pleasurable sensations brought her close, so close.
Suck me good, slut, she commanded, Don’t even think of stopping, or I’ll put 10 pound weights on your nipple clips. Her language degenerated from there, in her passion screaming out in Spanish. She called her employer every filthy name she could think of as her climax hit like a ten-ton truck. Her heels dug into the back in front of her and her legs pulled the sucking mouth even tighter onto her. She was resting on her hands and she could feel her arms shake. Her mouth opened and a high-pitched shriek reverberated off the walls of the kitchen. Then she shook as the contractions washed over her in the best orgasm she had ever had. As she came down, her clit moved into hyperdrive and she was forced to pull back from any more stimulation. She sat for a minute, then struggled off the table and collapsed on the floor, waiting for her breath to return to some semblance of calm.
When she found her voice, she demanded, So that is what it takes for you to suck my cunt decently- a good tit beating?
Samantha had twisted her head trying to get the kinks out of her neck after which it came to rest on the table. Raising her head again she said, No, Mistress. I have learned my lesson. I will not need any further reminders.
Neeraja struggled to her feet and pulled the table apart, freeing the pressed breasts that had become engorged and purple. She pulled two clothespins out of a drawer and planted them on Samantha’s sensitized nipples just in front of the piercings on the sniffling woman. A satisfying yelp was the response. This is to help you remember. Then the cuffs were taken off her ankles.
She sat down on a kitchen chair. Let’s give you some relief. Get your glass.
Samantha’s body was stiff and sore, but she moved as quickly as possible and grasped it carefully with the hands still tied behind her back. She handed her the glass, turned, and moved quickly over it, opening her legs and squatting slightly. Then she allowed her muscles to relax slightly and waited for the command. Go, she heard and strained to start the flow as quickly as possible. Despite needing to pee so badly, Samantha had a problem getting the flow started.
Pee you slut! said Neeraja pulling hard on the leash.
When the first liquid trickled out and spattered against the side of the glass, she heard, Stop. She pulled hard on the muscles that do those sort of things, and the sound of her urine hitting the glass was heard no more. Ten seconds later, Go .
Neeraja worked her kegels on and off until two or three inches of pee sat in the glass. Rising, she dumped it into the sink and rinsed out the glass. That’s it for now. I’ll let you go more later, if your obedience is as Mr. Kyle expects it to be.
Neeraja laughed, Your tits, you mean?
Yes, Mistress.
I like them right where they are. If you impress me, I’ll consider letting them out. If not, I’ll leave you here and the boys can let you out when they come home. Now get busy, and I don’t want to have to remind you to keep sucking for all you’re worth until I tell you I’m finished.
As a signal to begin, she leaned forward and brought the wooden spoon down on the helpless woman’s ass with all her might, then she leaned back to luxuriate in the sensations she knew would come. Samantha had started to open her mouth to begin, but the pain of the spoon caused her to scream. As the pain had died, she went to work as never before on the proffered bush. Her tongue made contact with her puckered asshole first. She swirled her tongue around it over and over before pushing it inside. Neeraja’s moan told her that she was succeeding in her task. Then she moved up to the perineum for half a minute before going back down where she started. Next was her vagina. She sucked the juices it was secreting as her tongue worked ferociously over the lips on either side. Finally, she stuck her tongue in as far as it would go and moved it around in circles.
Neeraja had leaned back, her hands resting on the table behind her. She let her knees fall outward, opening herself up even further to Samantha’s ravenous tongue. Her eyes were fixed on the head in front of her. She wanted this moment to last forever, and grinned to herself as she watched the frenetic way her ‘boss’ was eating her out. The ‘education’ she had provided had done its work, she decided. Sex didn’t get any better than this.
Samantha had reached the clit in question. Her neck was killing her, but her breasts were hurting like hell and she was determined to offer no reason for any further discipline. She arched her neck painfully, pulling on the skin held captive by the table top, and sucked the little bud in with all her might, chewing at the same time. Her tongue flicked over and over the blood engorged nubbin as she held it between her teeth. Neeraja had been aroused from the punishment she had administered so it wasn’t going to take very long for her to cum. But she wanted Samantha to work for it, and held back as much as she could. She could feel the mouth on her and thought how nice sucking cunt was, at least for the recipient. She lifted her ass and ground her cunt into the mouth servicing her, pushing against her lips and lifting the head already bent at an uncomfortable angle.
Samantha’s moan was the only response, that is, aside from the slurping sound that hadn’t abated since she had started. Her senses were filled with the taste and smell of pussy. It was surprising that the scent didn’t turn her off as she always had thought it would. Neeraja’s ass cheeks began to contract as the pleasurable sensations brought her close, so close.
Suck me good, slut, she commanded, Don’t even think of stopping, or I’ll put 10 pound weights on your nipple clips. Her language degenerated from there, in her passion screaming out in Spanish. She called her employer every filthy name she could think of as her climax hit like a ten-ton truck. Her heels dug into the back in front of her and her legs pulled the sucking mouth even tighter onto her. She was resting on her hands and she could feel her arms shake. Her mouth opened and a high-pitched shriek reverberated off the walls of the kitchen. Then she shook as the contractions washed over her in the best orgasm she had ever had. As she came down, her clit moved into hyperdrive and she was forced to pull back from any more stimulation. She sat for a minute, then struggled off the table and collapsed on the floor, waiting for her breath to return to some semblance of calm.
When she found her voice, she demanded, So that is what it takes for you to suck my cunt decently- a good tit beating?
Samantha had twisted her head trying to get the kinks out of her neck after which it came to rest on the table. Raising her head again she said, No, Mistress. I have learned my lesson. I will not need any further reminders.
Neeraja struggled to her feet and pulled the table apart, freeing the pressed breasts that had become engorged and purple. She pulled two clothespins out of a drawer and planted them on Samantha’s sensitized nipples just in front of the piercings on the sniffling woman. A satisfying yelp was the response. This is to help you remember. Then the cuffs were taken off her ankles.
She sat down on a kitchen chair. Let’s give you some relief. Get your glass.
Samantha’s body was stiff and sore, but she moved as quickly as possible and grasped it carefully with the hands still tied behind her back. She handed her the glass, turned, and moved quickly over it, opening her legs and squatting slightly. Then she allowed her muscles to relax slightly and waited for the command. Go, she heard and strained to start the flow as quickly as possible. Despite needing to pee so badly, Samantha had a problem getting the flow started.
Pee you slut! said Neeraja pulling hard on the leash.
When the first liquid trickled out and spattered against the side of the glass, she heard, Stop. She pulled hard on the muscles that do those sort of things, and the sound of her urine hitting the glass was heard no more. Ten seconds later, Go .
Neeraja worked her kegels on and off until two or three inches of pee sat in the glass. Rising, she dumped it into the sink and rinsed out the glass. That’s it for now. I’ll let you go more later, if your obedience is as Mr. Kyle expects it to be.
Samantha gulped. She had only begun to relieve the pressure from the coffee when she was forced to stop. But she made herself say, Thank you, Mistress.
With that, the maid wiped her with a napkin and led her out into the garage.
With that, the maid wiped her with a napkin and led her out into the garage.
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Training Samantha: Chapter 8 - Public Disgrace
Neeraja had finished disciplining her boss and the feeling was like a drug induced high. Now that she had a taste of power, she knew at once that she wanted more. She led a protesting Samantha out into the garage by the leash attached to 2 of her padlocks, opened the car door and sat the resigned woman down on the car seat. Naked, Samantha leaned back on her arms and felt the leather upholstery on her flesh, while Neeraja put on her seat belt. The servant girl lifted the leash and pushed the end into Samantha’s mouth with a command not to drop it. She then slid into the driver’s seat, pushed the garage remote, and backed out of the drive. Samantha slouched down as far as she could in the seat, hoping to avoid detection from any neighbors looking their way.
SIT UP, Neeraja ordered grabbing the clothespin nearest her and pulling up as she squeezed. A high-pitched squeal left Samantha’s throat as she raised back up, sitting higher this time than before. She could feel the heat rising in her chest and face and she closed her eyes hoping that it was all a nightmare and would soon end. She sat that way for several minutes until a horn honked next to her. They had stopped at a light and 4 kids in a convertible laughed and pointed at her. The convertible drove next to them for the next mile, stopping occasionally at traffic lights to their delight. They travelled through the city until Neeraja pulled into an adult store. As the boys parked next to them, Neeraja said, Open your legs as wide as they will go and keep them open, or I will take you inside and let them use you.
Yeff Miftreff, she said through the leash with tears streaming down her face. She opened her knees and lowered her head hoping her hair would cover much of her face as Neeraja got out of the car.
You may look at my slave, but not touch her, she told the boys.
They moved from the side window to the front and back commenting on everything. Her nipple piercings and clothes pins. The padlocks and the leash. Her fabulous body and how red and blotchy her tits were. Tears began to fall from her cheeks as the feeling of humiliation and utter powerlessness hit her. Her thighs and pussy muscles quivered as she held her legs open while needing to pee and wanting to curl up in a ball.
Neeraja returned and spoke with the boys before getting into the car. There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Neeraja asked sitting down in the voice she would use with a child. They said you held yourself open for them like a good girl, she said unbuckling her charges seatbelt and taking hold of the leash in her right hand. Now let’s give them something to remember us by, shall we?
She pulled up steadily on the leash with her right hand and Samantha pushed down on her feet, lifting her cunt as the padlocks stretched her tender flesh. Finally, when her ass was a good 6 inches off the seat, Neeraja stopped lifting. The boys, fighting for position at the front windshield could see straight into her hairless pussy.
Keep those legs wide apart, her tormentor said as she slapped her cunt with the leash end in her left hand. Then she released the pressure and let the sobbing woman return to her seat. The boys groaned, figuring that the show was over. She was buckled in and the leash end returned to Samantha’s mouth.
Bye, boys. Maybe another day we can visit longer, Neeraja called out of her open window as they sped off.
They headed north, leaving the boys looking after them. I have learned my leffon, Miftreff, Samantha said hopefully. Can we please go home now?
We have one more stop to make, my dear, was the syrupy reply.
The drive through the city seemed to take forever and Samantha never stopped praying to whatever gods there be that no one she knew would see her. Stoplights seemed to be the worst, although Neeraja slowed way down for a right turn and drew the attention of the astonished crowd waiting to cross.
Finally they pulled up at a park and Neeraja got out with her purse and the bag she had acquired at the adult novelty store. Opening the passenger door, she took the wet leash from a grateful mouth and helped her reluctant charge out of the car.
Damn, you fucking slut, Neeraja almost shouted pointing to the seat. It was covered with slime, to Samantha’s shame. Samantha’s head was pushed toward it, and, after shaking her head at her own weakness, she stuck out her tongue getting the edges of the mess first before licking up the center portion. Tasting herself no longer made her sick she was surprised to find. Matter of fact, she felt her clit jump. Samantha looked around as she was led on to the grass, and was relieved to find no one else in sight.
Down, was the stern command and the executive felt first one knee, then the other sink into the grass. Today I am going to go for a little walk with my doggie. My doggie will not speak until I give her permission to do so. If she wishes to say something, she may bark once for ‘yes, Mistress’ and twice for ‘no, Mistress’. Is that clear, my Bitch?
The stunned dog finally got out a strangled yip.
Good. Now every dog has a tail. Do you have one?
Two slightly stronger yips was the reply.
That is right. It is a problem we will have to fix. Neeraja pulled a short leather whip out of her bag. It contained a leather bound handle with a dozen or 15 leather strips on it. You can beg to lubricate the handle with your mouth or I can put it in your ass neat.
‘O God’, thought Samantha. Aarf, she said and stuck out her tongue.
Good bitch.
The handle was lowered and Samantha tried to lick and drip saliva all over every inch of the handle. The taste and smell of leather filled her senses. It was big and not as smooth as the butt plug she had worn.
OK, get your face in the grass, she was given a kick. Samantha fell sideways and then struggled to her knees again, the ever-present clothespins digging into her nipples. Knees as far apart as they will go. Farther, you bitch, she swung the whip in her hand at the proffered ass and noticed a satisfying ‘schlick’ as it hit. Samantha wobbled back and forth until her knees were opened a little more, hoping it would satisfy the budding dominatrix. Neeraja pulled an ass cheek apart as far as it would go with one hand while pushing against her asshole with the whip handle. Relax, bitch. She shoved harder and the anal sphincter opened for the intruder. Her time with Stephan came flooding back as she let out a howl. Damn, but it hurt her ass. Neeraja pushed the whip handle in and out until with a last push, the entire handle disappeared to the tune of a high pitched-scream, leaving only the leather strips hanging out for a tail and her boss’s hands clenching and unclenching in the rope cuffs above it.
She took off the cuffs and placed them in the bag. The long leash was pulled forward until it pulled tight against the padlocks and the middle placed between the teeth of the doggie. Now we go for a walk.
Samantha rubbed her wrists and her maid gave the leash a jerk. She bit down so it would pull at her mouth rather than at her pussy. The going was awkward on hands and knees and she struggled to keep up. Ahead a couple was walking toward them. Samantha lowered her head hoping her hair would cover her face.
Look at that, the man whispered loudly to his partner.
I can’t believe people actually do things like that, and in public, was the reply.
Would you like to pet my doggie? Neeraja asked them as they passed.
Well I.
NO, his companion retorted, stomping off, fingernails from both of her hands digging into his arm. She whispered furiously in his ear, but he turned frequently to watch the tail swaying back and forth between a sweet pair of ass cheeks as the doggie was led on.
Samantha could feel the tears coming again, and fought them back. She felt a trickle of urine escape and tightened her muscles. A mother and a couple of kids could be seen ahead, and Neeraja led her quickly into the bushes at the side where they waited for them to pass. Moving on, they came to a park bench. As her charge knelt on the ground, Neeraja stooped and put a rope cuff on one wrist, pulled it around her back, pulled back the other one and slid it on. Now she was completely helpless again. Neeraja took the leash from her doggie’s mouth and threaded the leash down through the legs of her dog, to the side of ‘its’ tail, and up her back to the side of her head. Then she sat down and pulled on the leash. Samantha came forward, hobbling on her knees.
You know what I want. And it had better be the best cunt-sucking you have ever done in your life, Neeraja growled lifting her skirt to reveal her dark-haired pussy, sans panties. Samantha tried to balance on her knees as she leaned forward. She was not about to give the slightest reason for further punishment. As her tongue touched her clit, Neeraja pulled on the leash, the pain as the padlocks were pulled causing Samantha to mash her mouth on the offered slit. Ah, that’s better, she said as the wet tongue hit just the right spot. She could get use to having a bitch around to relieve the tension, she thought dropping the skirt on the black hair in front of her. She got into the rhythm she wanted by alternately pulling and relaxing the leash, and she slid forward on the seat, kicked off her shoes, and put her feet up on the naked back to afford better access.
Soon they heard voices approaching. Samantha moved to pull back, but her dominatrix pulled hard on the leash causing her to gasp in pain. She went back to her task listening as much as she could with the skirt over her head. They were probably seniors in high school, walking hand-in-hand. They stopped in astonishment as soon as they saw the bench. Neeraja laughed as they stood shocked and unmoving.
Come on over and see my bitch work.
He started forward, dragging his girlfriend behind him.
Has he ever done that to do? she asked the young girl, who stared wide-eyed.
After a pause for the question to register, the answer was just a shake of the head.
Can we touch her? he asked.
Of course, Neeraja pulled her thoughts away from the tongue-lashing she was receiving. She was hoping you would.
Look there are clothespins on her on her, you know, the boy told his girlfriend, and they have things through them. She must be a real whore.
Neeraja reached into the bag and pulled out a package. Tearing it open she handed it to the boy. Here put these weights through the holes on the clothespins. They have been on so long she doesn’t feel them anymore.
Samantha moaned as he moved the right one while putting on the weight. As he lowered it, he let it hang free and watched it sway back and forth as Samantha responded to rhythm of the leash. He held out the other one and said, Here Beth, put this one on. Beth stepped around, pulled the clothespin down to a muffled gasp, and snapped on the weight. Unlike her boyfriend, she just let it fall, and Samantha let out a shriek, partially muffled by the muff in her mouth.
Did I hurt her? Beth asked fearfully.
Of course. But she enjoys it.
The boy was running his hand over the curve of the offered ass and reached under the tail. She has something on her pussy, he announced. That’s what the leash is attached to. Beth went to investigate as Samantha shook in humiliation wishing that something, anything, would happen to end this torment. They whispered about the locks that closed her cunt. Does this mean she can’t have sex, or anything? Beth asked timidly.
Is that what it means bitch, she said giving the leash a yank.
Samantha, who had been listening to all this gave an Arff, in response.
She says, ‘yes’. Two barks by my bitch means ‘no’. Spread your legs, so they can see what a slut’s cunt looks like! she commanded sharply.
What choice did she have? she asked herself. Her pet did as she was told moving first one knee of a shapely leg outward, then the other, both her bladder and ass feeling very full as she moved around the handle of the whip stuck in her ass. She never missed a beat though as she pushed against the hairy twat and tongued the clit before her, trying to get her off and end the humiliation.
She is a grown woman but doesn’t have any hair on her cunny, Beth whispered as they peered underneath. But she is starting to drip between the edges of her slit. Can she pee like that? she asked Neeraja.
Yes, but it just leaks about the edges when she is closed up like that. Directing her gaze downward, she said crossly, Are you leaking piss when you haven’t been given permission?
A muffled Aarf, aarf, was the response.
She needs to pee very badly, I know. Just run you finger through it and see if it IS piss. If it is, she will wish she had never been born.
Beth scrunched up her nose at the prospect, but reached under and touched Samantha between the padlocks. The droplet of thick ooze came off in a strand. It’s pussy juice, she announced in awe as Samantha felt a wave of shame wash over her.
It isn’t surprising, Neeraja opined with venom in her voice, she just loves what I do to her. But, she has been a bad doggie today, so I brought her here to be punished. Would you like to help?
They looked at each other and nodded.
The new dominatrix reached into her bag to tricks, and pulled out a paddle. She has been slacking since you arrived, so this will focus her attention, she told them, her mouth curved up into a tight smile. Handing it to the girl who was closest, she said, I think 20 should do it, but if I haven’t cum by then, we’ll go for another 20.
Beth passed the leather paddle to her boyfriend saying, Here Tommy, you do the first 10, then I’ll take over.
Samantha licked faster and pushed her tongue hard into the hairy twat, determined not to get the second 20, and Neeraja, feeling it, steeled herself to keep from cumming. She grinned, damn it was erotic to have her boss in her control. She enjoyed bringing the snooty bitch down to earth.
As Tommy moved into position to the side of the kneeling woman’s ass, Beth shyly said, Can I watch her you know?
Kneel down, said Neeraja, lifting the blue skirt to reveal a face partially covered by locks of hair. The mouth moved up and down the opened slit as her mistress pulled and relaxed the tension on the leash.
Wow, she is beautiful, said Beth as she watched the tongue move feverously. How does it feel?
Much better than when you use your fingers, she smiled and watched the girl blush.
Now? asked Tommy.
Yes. But you’ll have to hit hard, or she won’t even feel it with the clothespins on and all.
Samantha just wanted to get through this moment of hell. She braced herself for it and heard the slap it made on her rump. The pain was bad, but she had survived much worse in the past couple of weeks.
Harder, you have to do it harder, Neeraja told the boy.
Beth had reached under and was running her fingers over the right breast. She felt the gold piercing and was running her fingers over the pinched nipple just as Tommy hit the other cheek. A groan came from Samantha, but whether or not it was from the paddle or the fingers on her nipple, no one, least of Samantha could tell. Two.
Nah. The first couple are for practice anyway, Neeraja said feeling like she wasn’t going to be able to hold back for 20. Now we start for real.
Tommy took aim and hit harder. The slap from the paddle was followed by a moan from its recipient and him announcing One. Beth ran her hands over the breasts pulled down by the weights and began squeezing them in turn, starting from the base and working her way to the nipples. God they hurt, thought Samantha shaking in pain as the girl pushed on bruises from her previous punishment.
Two, Tommy reported as the second one it home. He could see a little tinge of pink building where he had hit.
Slap. Three. Beth had both hands on the tit nearest her and was milking the sore appendage for all she was worth.
Slap. Four. A little brighter pink, he noted.
Slap! Five. Samantha let out a shriek as Beth clamped down on the breast she was kneading, but kept licking as fast as she could. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
Slap! Six. SLAP. Seven. Beth moved to the other side where she could get a better purchase on the left tit.
SLAP! Eight. Beth was squeezing this one, watching for a reaction.
SLAP! Nine. She squeezed harder. A squeal escaped from the mouth plastered on the quivering cunt.
SLAP!! Ten, was his final stroke. He examined the ass, which had turned a lovely shade of red at his ministrations, and Neeraja bit her lip to keep from cumming.
Beth and Tom switched places. He watched in awe as the tiring tongue flicked among the mass of moistened cunt hair, now visible with the skirt pulled up to Neeraja’s waist. Guys joked about using their mouth down there but he had never seriously thought about doing it. Beth looked at the red her boyfriend had produced in the ass cheeks cheeks, took aim, and let loose with the paddle.
CRACK!! It was much louder than any of Tommy’s. Samantha’s eyes were as round as saucers as a scream left her throat around the pussy filling her mouth. CRACK!! A second one immediately followed, harder still on the other side while Samantha was still screaming from the first one.
Those were my warm-up ones, she announced to no one in particular with a smile. Beth reached down and flicked the two padlocks back and forth that were not attached to the leash. A drop of cunt juice dripped onto the back of her hand.
Eeuuu, she said pulling it out and showing it to Neeraja.
Nasty slut, she huffed on the verge of an orgasm. She pulled back the head between her thighs by the hair and thrust Beth’s hand forward. Lick it off, she commanded. Her head lowered in shame, Samantha did as she was ordered, tasting herself on the young girl’s hand. Why couldn’t she stop the feelings of nasty eroticism that made her want to cum so badly she would do almost anything for it? This was sick. She shouldn’t be turned on from it.
Then the head was pulled back into the waiting cunt. She could feel the engorged lips against her as she sucked the big clit into her mouth and began to hum.
SPLACK!! Samantha’s face was driven further into the cunt she was worshiping by the force of the paddle. Aioomp, came involuntarily from Samantha. One, Beth announced.
SPLACK!! Aieee, was heard around the clit. Two.
Oh don’t be such a big baby, Neeraja said looking down in disgust. She is only a girl.
SPLACK!! SPLACK!! Samantha’s eyes bulged. Gurgling noises came from her throat, but she didn’t let the clit slip from her mouth. She HAD to bring off Neeraja, and do it soon! She just couldn’t do another 20 of these. Three Four. Beth ran her fingers over the beat red ass, rubbing the leash that was pulling the human vibrator forward into a cunt beginning to spasm.
SPLACK!!!! SPLACK!!!! SPLACK!!!! SPLACK!!!! A high-pitched scream came from Samantha’s nose as the four were landed in quick succession. Five, six, seven, eight. Wait, slow down, Samantha thought, I HAVE to get her off. She chewed the clit, sucking on it and lashing it with her tongue as fast as she could.
Now, hit her now. Hard, Neeraja ordered breathlessly. She grabbed fistfuls of the black tresses and pulled Samantha’s head tight against herself. She arched her back and started to cum.
SPLACK!!!!!! SPLACK!!!!!! Samantha’s wail was drowned out by that of Neeraja cumming on her mouth. Again, hit her again,� she commanded in a hoarse voice pulling even harder on hair Samantha thought was going to be pulled out of her head. The strong thighs squeezed her and she felt lightheaded.
SPLACK!!!!!! SPLACK!!!!!! The paddle landed twice more, the hardest ones yet. Nine and ten, said Beth watching intently the maid’s contortion in the throes of orgasm.
Neeraja slowly relaxed her hold on Samantha’s hair and pulled her head back. Then after several seconds, she pulled her forward for a lick, then back off, then forward again, as she came down from a mid-blowing orgasm.
Now that the ordeal was over, she noticed that her full bladder was causing her insides to cramp. Please, Mistress. I have learned my lesson. May we go home now so I can pee?
Neeraja’s eyes narrowed. That’s no way for a dog to act. As her doggie hung her head, Neeraja asked, Do you want to see how IT pees?
Yea, they both agreed.
Aarf, aarf, the doggie put in its two cents.
That’s two to one, Neeraja laughed. STAY!
Neeraja raised the head of her submissive by the hair, then grabbed the clothespin on the right nipple and lifted it viscously. Samantha gave an aawk at the pain it caused, and struggled without the use of her hands to get to her feet.
Look! Beth said in wonder. It’s Mrs. Samantha! I’ve seen her at school functions. I’m there on a scholarship, so she and her friends who pay FULL tuition look down on my parents and me. Well she isn’t so snooty now. Wait until I tell the others!
Samantha shrieked as panic overtook her. She turned to Neeraja and yelled, Now look what you’ve done. She turned to run, but Neeraja tripped her and she fell to the ground. She rolled there, hands bound behind her, out of her mind, helplessly shouting profanities. Straddling her chest, her tormentor slapped her hard, first on one cheek, and then on the other, over and over until she collapsed sobbing. When Neeraja stood up, she curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably, unable even to speak.
There, there, pet, said Neeraja is a voice dripping with sarcasm, as she brushed the hair back from her face. Help me get the slut over there, she said pointing to two trees growing close together. They helped carry her over to the trees indicated. Then they stood her up. Neeraja produced THE glass, and a key. The padlocks were removed one by one and placed in Neeraja’s purse as her ‘slut’ watched with tear-stained cheeks. Then a hand was removed from the rope cuffs and it was reinserted after being pulled back in front of her. Everyone seemed to have the key to her padlocks, except her.
Stop your sniveling now. Pull your cunt lips apart and show these nice kids how you take a piss. Then I’ll let you go.
Samantha shivered. What more could she do to humiliate her? How could she keep this girl quiet about what she had seen? Refusing to pee this way was an option, but she was in pain and she knew she would disgrace herself very soon if she didn’t. She slid her feet outward, one by one, and reached her tied hands downward to pull herself open. The kids knelt at the sides and watched as Neeraja held the glass a few inches below the hanging pussy lips.
Go, ordered Neeraja after a few seconds had passed. Samantha in her agony couldn’t worry about the audience. She let herself relax and pushed to get the urine stream going. Just as the first few drops hit the bottom of the glass, Neeraja yelled, STOP. The kids watched as Samantha worked to stop the flow, still holding herself open for them to see. Her tormentor started and stopped her, adding to her embarrassment and keeping her on edge. When she was finally finished, the glass was full to the brim. Neeraja took it and threw the contents in a bush nearby.
Returning, she said, Lay down. Samantha complied. One cuff was taken off and her arms were stretched over her head around the smaller of the two tree trunks standing close to one another. The other hand was placed into the cuff and tightened around the tree. She was turned and moved so her crotch was almost against the trunk of the other, larger tree. Her left leg was lifted and placed on the other side of the tree. The outside of her legs almost touched the ground as her ankles were pulled in, around the tree. The other set of rope cuffs were then attached. Neeraja took out a small blue bottle she had been given by the man in the adult store. She pulled back the clit hood and placed two drops of peppermint oil on her clit. Then she put a couple of drops on her fingers and rubbed them on her puckered asshole surrounding her tail.
Nothing happened for a minute. Neeraja bent down and blew onto the clit. Samantha’s eyes popped open. Nooo, she said. NOOO, louder. She squirmed, testing the bonds that held her. Make it stop, she said as the heat built. Please, Mistress, please!
You will beg to eat Beth’s cunt.
No, I couldn’t, she is only a girl, please Mistress!! she said raising her voice.
I am 22, said Beth in a huff.
You’re getting loud. That’s going to bring more visitors to witness your humiliation. Is that what you want?
Samantha’s silence made her continue, Anyone that comes our way will have to cum in your mouth before they leave. Tom, tickle her feet.
What? Noooo, please not that! She pulled at her bonds as Tom knelt on the other side of the tree and ran his fingers up both wiggling, but trapped, feet. She could move her feet slightly back and forth, but that wasn’t really a deterrent to his talented fingers.
Nooo, oooo, pleeease, ahahah. I’m sooo ticklish there. Stop! Ahahahah.
Seeing the effect, Beth ran her fingernails down the helpless woman’s armpits, over the swell of her breasts, and down her sides until she could run her fingernails lightly between the creases where her legs met her body. The weights hung down on either side of her body and pulled the clothespins to the side. They had only hurt for a little while, and then become numb. Now they started to throb. Samantha twisted, trying to get away from the tickling sensations that came from different parts of her body, and felt the tree bark dig into her open thighs as she tried to move her feet away from the torment. Neeraja added her touch on the inner thighs, leaving the bound woman laughing and jerking at the sensations.
This continued for five minutes, when Neeraja called a halt. The panting woman had sweat pouring off her body. Her clit was on fire as the peppermint was at its peak, though it would last for another 20 minutes or so.
Are you ready to suck Beth off, now, my little fuck slut? She was amazed at her own audacity. She had never spoken to anyone as she did with her boss.
When Samantha didn’t answer immediately, she pulled out the bottle and told Tom to continue.
No, please. I’ll do it. No more. I can’t take any more.
Not much change of heart. ‘I’ll do it’, Neeraja mocked. They laughed at her imitation.
I WANT to suck her cunt. I really do. I’ll tongue her good. I’ll make her first time memorable.
It still isn’t good enough, Neeraja said pulling back the clit hood and applying another drop or peppermint oil as her helpless victim squirmed on the ground. I think she is just trying to get out of the tickling. I don’t think she wants to tongue you at all.
I DO, I DO! I want to suck her clit into my mouth and tongue her to an awesome orgasm. I want to fuck her pussy with my tongue.
Maybe you are serious. We’ll see, Neeraja responded.
Beth looked around in embarrassment to make sure no other passersby were in their area. Then she pushed modesty aside and pulled off her shorts, revealing a huge wet spot in her knickers. Her cunt was sparsely covered with fine blond hair. She knelt, straddling Samantha’s head, offering her cunt its first taste of tongue.
Oooh, aaah, Beth put her hands on the tree in front of her as her slut went to work. Her eyes narrowed. She isn’t working hard enough, though.
Tom renewed his attack on her feet, but stroked them only a couple of times with a 15 or 20 second gap in between, partially distracting the bound woman. Neeraja took up her whip. Not performing satisfactorily, you cunt-eating bitch? She brought it down on the open cunt flesh in front of her. She mainly hit the tree at the beginning, but her accuracy soon improved along with the strength of her blows.
Samantha was in a daze. She had been recognized and was shamed like never before. Her life was ruined. That was overshadowed by the fingers on her ticklish feet, the taste and smell of the cunt forced into her mouth, and now the sharp pain from the blows of the whip. Neeraja pulled back the clit hood and let another drop fall onto her clit. It would accentuate the blows from the whip.
Samantha was going into overload. The oil began to really smart now. A constant growl came from around the blond pussy curls.
She is beginning to do better now, said Beth bouncing up and down on the reluctant mouth. Keep it up.
Tom moved behind his girlfriend and slid his hands up inside the front of her shirt. Finding braless nipples begging for attention, he rubbed and pinched them.
It was sensory overload and she felt herself erupt. OOOOH, AAAAH, I’m cuuummmming.
She grabbed the small tree with both hands, grinding her cunt hard onto Samantha’s mouth. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Pinch them. Pinch them hard! she demanded of Tommy. The tendons in her thighs were taut, her back arching into the hands that squeezed her aching tits. She tried to keep her voice down, hoping no one would hear them and investigate. But the thought that someone just might do that made her cum all the harder. Damn, but a tongue on her clit was good! She shook through one orgasm and into another before pulling away, her legs still quivering, and looked down at the juice-covered face beneath her. And Samantha’s head and neck were reddened by the activity.
As Beth’s orgasm subsided, Samantha felt herself relax, realizing how close she had come to cumming. She shook her head. She couldn’t put it down to being without sex for a while since Kyle had taken her just last night. It wasn’t possible that she could get off on being subjugated by someone else, was it?
You’ll get another turn later, Neeraja told the girl who turned and lay on the ground catching her breath. Now we’ll let Tom have a turn at her mouth.
Do her good, Tommy. Drive it all the way in. Make her choke on it for the way she has treated us.
Tom took off his pants. His cock was already hard and evidence that it had been dripping was in his underpants. He knelt. Samantha raised her head to take him deeper. She was on familiar ground now, and had found she both liked to suck cock, and was good at it.
Neeraja raised the whip and it cracked against already sensitized flesh between her legs. Mpff, was the response from around the cock. Samantha was so close to cumming. Another few times with the whip and she would cum. But as she felt his precum on her tongue she remembered that it was forbidden without permission. For a fleeting second, she toyed with the idea that she could cum without them knowing about it. But she knew that wouldn’t happen. And she knew that Kyle would be very disappointed in her and would treat such an indiscretion most severely. She sucked harder on Tommy and held her head up as he pushed in and out.
SCHLACK, went the whip. SCHLACK! SCHLACK! Then he was cumming in her mouth. He had been storing it for the last hour and it was all she could do at that angle to choke it all down. She cleaned off his cock when he had finished, and turned to the maid who controlled her.
Please, Mistress, she hated herself for asking. Please may I cum? she was squeezing her eyes shut as though the thought of asking was more than she could bear.
OK, she said smugly, Go ahead.
Samantha waited a minute for something to happen to her, but Neeraja and the kids just looked on with interest. Bububut I can’t, she said after trying to squeeze and relax her cunt muscles for a minute to make it happen. I need help.
I may let you cum on my little whip. Neeraja couldn’t believe she was actually saying the words.
Samantha was desperate. Neeraja knelt down and ran a finger over the clit a couple of times. Samantha moaned, her hips rose against the finger, but she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to cum this way. It was such pleasurable agony.
As you wish, Mistress.
It’s not what I wish. What do you wish, slut?
Samantha knew she had to say the words. She tried to mouth them without success. Finally desperation made her say, Please whip my cunt, Mistress.
Do you want me to make it hurt?
Yes, Mistress. Whip it hard. Make it hurt, please Mistress. She couldn’t believe the words that came from her mouth. This wasn’t her—it must be someone else.
Neeraja nodded and turned to Beth. You deserve another go at her mouth. She can have her orgasm when she feels you cum in her mouth, but not a second before.
Beth got back in the saddle and Neeraja struck the cunt with her whip, harder now than before. Samantha was close, so close--she worked feverously at the clit in her mouth. She couldn’t let herself cum before this girl did. Her heels dug into the ground and she raised her cunt, almost as an offering to the whip. The pain began to recede, replaced with, she didn’t know what. She was floating; all of her attention was focused on the quim that was beginning to spasm in her mouth. The whip came down faster now, on flesh burning red. Beth reached back and grabbed both clothespins on tender nipples and squeezed hard, pulling them up and away from her body.
Samantha’s scream drove her over the edge and her scream mingled with that coming from the mouth working on her cunt. It also set off Samantha’s orgasm, as she left the plateau where she had been floating, her body shaking with the intensity of an unbelievable orgasm. In a distance she could hear someone yelling, as her cunt, opened wide, ass off the ground, accepted the sting of the whip on her overheated clit. She stopped yelling, her eyes bulging, she held her breath through the first one. Then her body shaking, she gasped through a second. Beth got off and Neeraja stopped whipping the reddened cunt, but the orgasms kept cumming.
Make it stop, Samantha pleaded as they removed the clothespins from her nipples and she shook through yet another orgasm. Her legs cramped painfully as she arched her cunt into the air. I’ve lost myself. How have I given up so much of my control? This was her last thought as darkness overcame her and her body collapsed on the ground.
To be Continued
Training Samantha: Chapter 9 - Serving the Master
Samantha was startled from her sleep by well she didn’t know just what. She shook the sleep from her head and listened intently. Her eyes scanned the room lit only by the incoming moonlight until she focused on the form at the end of the bed. Then she slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor, taking up position #1 and making sure to present her breasts as required. She was still amazed at her reaction, obeying him without even thinking, yet her obedience grated as she felt her sense of independence slipping. She could feel her body responding to his presence, even as she cursed herself for that response. She could have feigned sleep, she thought, instead of the humiliation of kneeling before him.
Hello Samantha, the deep voice finally intoned.
Hello, Sir, she replied, a quiver in her voice at his unexpected presence.
I see you survived your day with Neeraja.
Please don’t ever let that happen again, Sir. You have no idea what she made me do, the words tumbled out of her without thought. It was horrible. And how am I going to put that bitch back into her place? she spat. She’ll never respect me now that...
SAMANTHA!! his voice was sharp.
But Sir .
He glared at her for a moment. Will you question my judgment?
I I Of course, not, Sir, her voice lost the edge it had moments ago and took on a more submissive tone.
He chuckled. Stand and let me look at you. He turned on a pencil flashlight and aimed it at her breasts. They were mottled and bruised. He touched them gingerly and she flinched, the pain intense even with his tenderness.
You will not disobey Neeraja again, I imagine?
I she no, Sir, she didn’t know what else to say.
He guided her to the bed and turned on a small lamp next to the bed. Then he undid her special locks and took them out. She was starting to leak.
You haven’t been trying to masturbate, have you? You look very wet.
No, Sir, she said a little flustered. Damn! Why couldn’t she control herself any more. And HE always seemed to know.
You look a little sore for that.
Yes, Sir.
So you aren’t horny anymore?
I I . Her voice softened. I’m always horny, it seems, she said ruefully, knowing that he was already aware of her condition. I haven’t thought about sex much the last few years, her voice trailed off. Now I think about it all day, and some of the night too, if my dreams are any indication. It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time. She sat thoughtfully in silence for a minute, feeling strange that she should volunteer something so personal. Sir ?
Yes, Samantha.
Please don’t leave me, she couldn’t believe the words actually spilled from her mouth. It was like hearing it from someone else.
Why? I thought you wanted to get rid of me?
She sat thoughtfully for a long minute. I don’t understand it myself, although I get the impression that you do. She glanced upward into his eyes and knew she spoke the truth. I can’t accept the way you forced me into a form of slavery. I do know that I have cum harder than I ever thought possible since you entered my life. But even more than the orgasms is the raw eroticism that permeates all aspects of my relationship with you-indeed all parts of my life now. Even though you try and hide it, I have the feeling that you care for me. You are too in tune with needs deep inside me for it to be otherwise.
He pondered what she was finally admitting to him and, more importantly, to herself. I will be here for a long while yet. He smiled, But now, I have an itch that needs scratching, and he rolled on the bed and pulled her on top of himself. As she straddled him, she noted that he was already semi-hard and he filled her nostrils with his scent. He obviously wasn’t interested in foreplay. She reached under and held him straight up with her hand and sat on him. As before, he filled her opening, and she could swear she could feel every crevice in the head every vein. She moved up and down slowly, stroking him deeper inch by inch. When she felt him bottom out, she held him there for a minute and then giving him rhythmic squeezes with her PC muscles, felt him grow in response.
Kyle looked at her body in the soft light from the bedside lamp and smiled with satisfaction. His cock was unsheathed in liquid silk. It was time to carry things a bit further. Make love to my cock, he ordered softly. With a devilish smile, Samantha moved very slowly, up and down for a few strokes, then stopped and pivoted her pelvis forward and backward like a Latin dancer while keeping pressure on him for several more, and finally grinding her hips in a circular motion. It was meant to tease him, but the contact with her clit left her panting instead. She knew he had a lot of self-control and wanted more than anything to make him lose it. Her pussy was tender, but not too sore anymore, and it made the contact delicious as she rubbed against his pubic hair. He looked into her determined eyes, then down to her breasts. She followed his glance. They swayed with the gentle motion as she moved back to riding up and down on him, and she was thankful the pain-killers she had taken during the day dulled the pain.
Faster, he growled.
Am I not making you hard, Sir, she smiled sweetly.
If you wish, I can set the pace with your tits, an evil look crossed his eyes and his hands reached for them.
No, Sir, she squawked, picking up the pace. That won’t be necessary. Just let me know how you like it. But she smiled to herself glad that she could get a reaction out of him.
The faster movement soon brought her up body to a boil and she clawed at the sheets in her hands and bit her lip to keep from cumming. She threw her hair back and squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on holding back. Kyle appreciated the way it made her breasts jut out farther and ran the back of his hand lightly over her sore nipples.
Ahhhhhhhh, was the expected response. Please, Sir. Please, I beg of you. When he didn’t say anything, she continued, Have mercy, Sir. I’m sooooo close, her thighs were shaking. He relaxed and held back, making her work for it and wanting to see her fight the desire to cum.
Harder. Fuck me harder. She obliged, slamming her pelvis into him. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes as she tried with almost superhuman effort not to cum. She wanted him to be proud of her, and she didn’t want the discipline she knew would come from a disobedient cum. When he was ready, he grabbed her hips and drove her down onto him with fury, his seed boiling from deep within and spurting to mix with her juices.
When he had finished, he held her down on him for a minute, then rolled her over, balancing on his elbows. She was still shaking and panting like a track star after a race, the effects of her arousal evident on her neck and chest. After pulling out, he told her to raise her hips and reached for a tampon he had in his pants pocket. He slipped it in her and withdrew the applicator sealing his cum inside. You will keep that in until I decide otherwise, he ordered.
Yes, Sir, catching her breath but still shaking.
You haven’t cum? it was really a statement.
No, Sir. You I didn’t have permission, there was fire in her eyes.
You have done well. I enjoyed watching you squirm a little. She blushed, hating how he made her feel, yet attracted to it at the same time, like a moth to a flame. You may bring yourself off if you’re that horny.
I thank you, Sir. What did he mean if she wanted to? Are you ordering me to cum for you, Sir? she asked, her right hand moving above her pussy as if of its own accord.
No, Samantha. You may masturbate yourself to orgasm if you are so horny you can’t help yourself.
She considered her desperate need and the fact that the padlocks were off. She knew he had seen her cum many times before, but always because of an order from him. No, Sir. I don’t need to cum now, thank you. Her shaking hand came to rest at her side.
He smiled to himself, As you wish, Samantha.
He stretched out beside her and pulled her into the crook of his arm, noting her gasp as her breasts connected with him. She settled in as the night before with her leg thrown over his and her head on his chest. The thought crossed her mind that if she just rubbed herself on his leg .
Why didn’t you bring yourself off when you had the chance? he asked into her hair, or maybe I don’t arouse you at this late hour?
Huh she said poking him. I’m dripping all over my sheets wanting to cum so bad. Maybe I can still get him to bring me off, she thought to herself. You don’t care, you’ve already gotten your rocks off.
He shrugged. You could have brought yourself off.
Yes, I know. But now that I can, it doesn’t seem right, she toyed with the hair on his chest. I don’t understand it myself. I know that all my life, men would do my bidding. They wanted sex with me badly enough that they would do whatever I asked of them. But looking back, it was never enough, me being in control. With you, I’m never in control. She lifted herself on her elbow and looked at him. I know you’ve touched a sexual part of me I could only dream about, but I would never have tried on my own. No one would ever willingly give up that part of them so deep inside. Yet you never made me feel like a freak for responding the way I have.
So you don’t want to go back to the way you were before?
She thought for a minute. As scary as it is being out of control, I could never go back. Normal sex pales by comparison. When you took away my ability to have orgasms whenever I wanted them, I thought you were a brute, intent on making my life hell. And there have been agonizing moments when you took me way out of my comfort zone, they both smiled, but I found out that there is a kind of freedom in giving up control. Does that sound bizarre?
We are all walking contradictions, he looked into her dark eyes. Society wouldn’t understand what you are feeling, and certainly wouldn’t understand your definition of freedom. She felt as though he could see her very soul and shivered before turning and laying back down on him.
Sir?
Yes, Samantha?
What will happen tomorrow when Naga Chitanya, my husband, comes home?
He will see a beautiful wife, waiting for him at the airport.
I know that. Since I have your padlocks on, you will control if and when I have sex with him. But somehow I don’t think I could do it anyway without your permission. I’m scared of what will happen when he finds out.
We will have to play it by ear. You are innovative and can make up excuses as the need arises. And he is gone quite a bit of the time, I think. But at any rate, now you belong to me.
Thank you, Sir.
He pulled the covers over them both before nodding off to sleep. For her part, Samantha wasn’t able to sleep. She could feel her puffy lips aching down below and the urge to clit off was almost overpowering. She could smell his scent as she lay in the crook of his arm and the odor of their lovemaking still hung in the air. Damn him, she said over and over in her mind, fighting against the hold he had over her. Unable to relax that part of herself demanding attention, she lay sprawled across him, feeling him relax but unable to go back to sleep herself.
Just as rosy-fingered dawn reared its head, Kyle felt himself drawn back into the world. The form next to him was motionless, hair splayed across shoulder and onto his chest. He moved, pulling her tighter into him and smelling her hair as she shifted looking up into his eyes.
The morning beacons, he announced.
Yes, Sir. May I pee, Sir? Please not with Neeraja-- I’ll do it for you, Sir if you want.
Very well. Get a glass from the bathroom.
She did as he requested, then stood with legs wide apart and held her lips open while he pushed the glass between her legs. She waited patiently for him, gravity working its magic on her stored up water. You’re all puffy there, it was really a statement of the obvious. You may go, he told her. She tried to let go, but it just wouldn’t come. She didn’t want to make him angry with her inability to follow his orders. She took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed. The pent up pressure was finally released and she shivered as the golden liquid gushed out. She filled the glass in no time, and the last few drops dripped onto the piss-filled glass. She took a Kleenex from the nightstand and dabbed at her crotch.
Let me look at you from the back. He directed her to kneel on the bed with ass held high in the air. She did a number on your backside as well. He scratched his fingernails down the darkened spots on her ass, eliciting a moan from its owner. Open yourself up for me. Samantha reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to reveal the intricacies of the work of the master craftsman in creating human beauty. Kyle slipped his finger into her mouth then applied the liquid to her puckered hole, rubbing around and around the rim. Her moan sounded louder, but she maintained her grip on her cheeks.
Moving around, he knelt beside her on the bed. Get me wet, he said. She pushed herself up on her hands and began to lick him starting at the base. She could taste both of them on his cock and couldn’t figure out why it didn’t make her gag. Pushing with her tongue on the underside of his cock, she made him bob up and down, the smell of sex pungent in her nostrils. The motion made him grow and when he stretched out straight, she was able to lick him underneath from top to bottom. She drooled spit on the length of him and took the head into her mouth. Holding the crown lightly in her teeth, she ran her tongue into his pee slit over and over, then around the head. He was rock hard now and she wanted to see if she could make him cum. She went in halfway until it hit the back of her throat and bobbed up and down. Then she held it in there and alternately sucked in hard and releasing the pressure. Now that she knew she had his attention, she pushed herself all the way down on him and held it there holding her breath. Her throat muscles spasmed around him, but she was able to control it so she didn’t gag too much.
He pulled out of her saying, Ass up in the air again with cheeks spread for me.
Yes, Master, she said without thinking.
As she reached back to comply, he grabbed a fistful of hair. She was wide-eyed as he jerked her head up to look at him. Did I give you permission to call me Master? he said gruffly.
No, Sir.
That is a special word indicating a special relationship. You haven’t earned the right to call me that. He softened, Perhaps if you continue to progress .
I .Thank you, Sir, she felt confused and embarrassed at her mistake.
Now prepare yourself for me.
She pulled herself apart with the right side of her face mashed into the bed. He picked up some lube from the bedside table and moved into position behind her, inserting the tube and applying the lotion. As she felt him push against her, she relaxed and pushed back against him. He pushed past the sphincter and held it there basking in the glorious feeling of being in the ass of such a beautiful woman.
Nothing like having an ass deep wake-up call.
You feel yummy, she said pushing against him, taking him deeper into her. Sir, she added almost forgetting.
Are you sure you never had your husband sticking his pole in here? he asked sliding a little farther before pulling back.
Never, Sir. It seemed so so nasty, he pushed in a little further, and painful. He asked, even begged, but I would never let him try.
Yet here you are taking it up the ass and liking it, he started a slow, steady rhythm.
I would never have believed it, Sir, she said clutching down on her sphincter and smiling as he grunted. But that’s true about a lot of things the past couple of weeks.
Samantha relaxed on her elbows, hands either side of her head, and luxuriated in the feelings of the moment. She found if she didn’t move her breasts didn’t ache too much—moving them across the bed sheets was hell, as was laying on them in any way. She closed her eyes and felt his power as he gripped her hips and held her in place for his use. Maybe he would allow her to cum this time, she thought hopefully. It would take away the knot in her lower stomach.
Kyle looked down the length of the well-formed body below him with satisfaction. His gaze settled on the rim of her anus, which was pushed in and pulled out with the motion of his cock. Things were going well. He was enjoying the fruits of her training, but it would be difficult for her when Naga Chitanya came home. He tightened his grip on her and pushed in more forcefully, feeling his cock bottom out. The thud pushed her forward and she moaned in pain as her tits were forced forward into the mattress. Fortunately the eroticism of what he was doing dulled the pain, and pain and pleasure were held in the balance until the pleasure won. She could feel her engorged cunt lips split open, hanging down as her knees splayed outward. Please let me cum this time, she prayed silently. Her hand itched to slip under and stroke her clit, but she fought the urge. Please, God, she prayed again as the bed rocked and she slid forward and back with his thrusts. He was so big now; she knew he was close. She didn’t want to beg again after the last time. The humiliation of having to ask for permission to orgasm swept over her like an avalanche leaving her weak and panting.
Sir?
No! The shock went straight to her cunt which spasmed on the verge or orgasm. She clenched her fists, the urge to scream out at him so strong.
Please, Sir? she was begging now she knew and she hated it. I don’t think I can
NO! She felt his legs tense up against hers and pull her hard against him. His breathing was ragged as he slowed and, with great lunges, emptied himself into her. She was panting, trying with every fiber of her being to keep from cumming. He heard her growl in her anguish, imploring him. She could feel his cock contract again and again with each forceful stroke until he stopped and held himself fully impaled for several seconds and finally relaxed.
Samantha was crying now, as quietly as possible, but long sobs wracked her body. Kyle pulled out of her and wiped with a Kleenex pulled from the bed stand before reaching into his pants pocket, and pushing the butt plug he found there, home. He pushed her over onto her back and she turned her head and covered her face with her hands.
You may clit off if you’re horny, he said looking down at her, an inscrutable expression on his face.
That’s that’s not what I want, she said through her tears, I want you.
Yes, I know you do, his voice suddenly quiet. He lay on his hip and looked down into her eyes. Give me your hands. He intertwined the fingers of his right hand with both of hers and raised them over her head, his weight resting on his side and the hairs on his chest just grazing the curve of her tender breast on that side. You’ve done very well tonight and have pleased me. She didn’t understand where this was going. Frowning, she looked up into his eyes, the tears now forgotten. You now understand that I know you better than you do yourself. I know how close you were to cumming and how hard you had to fight yourself to keep from doing so. I understand how your clit throbs right now, how your cunt aches for my cock. You are fighting now not to reach down and rub your clit, even though it would embarrass you to do it in front of me. Yet even that humiliation would add to your arousal. He could feel her fingers dig into his as he spoke, her questioning eyes locked on his, knowing that what he said was true. Why did he torment her so, why did she want him more than any other man she had ever met?
Who owns your cunt?
Samantha looked up into his eyes wondering where this was going. You do, Sir.
And your ass?
You do, Sir.
What else do I own?
My breasts, Sir, and of course my mouth.
Is that all?
She thought back to the events of the past weeks, of the various ways she had surrendered parts of herself to him. You control the way I dress, Sir.
Yes?
and the way I present myself for your pleasure.
Who controls your orgasms?
You do, Sir.
When will you have an orgasm?
She shivered, and said in a husky voice, When you give me permission, Sir.
Bring your heels up to your cunt. When she complied, he continued, now let your knees fall to the side. He moved his legs so her left knee would have room on the bed. She could sense her wet lips peeling apart, feeling very open as the cool air hit, the bottoms of her feet touching just below her ass.
What will you do for me, Samantha? her eyes were locked on his.
I I will do anything you say, Sir, you know that.
Anything? She nodded.
No matter how difficult?
Yes, Sir, she said with so much feeling she surprised herself.
He squeezed her hands. CUM! CUM FOR ME NOW! CUM HARD! She couldn’t tell exactly how it happened but the muscles on her thighs tightened, her ass cheeks began to thymically contract, and she could feel her clit throbbing as though out of control.
Sir
OBEY ME, SAMANTHA! CUM! he commanded sternly.
I she couldn’t look away from his eyes, I aaaaaaaaammmmm, Sir, came out between clenched teeth. She began to writhe on the bed like a woman possessed; her eyes had a wild look like an animal in agony, then her eyes broke contact and her head rolled back and forth. Her ass-cheeks contracted and she could feel her vagina go into spasms, begging to be filled. Ahhhhhhhh, she was trying to keep her voice under control. Thank you, Sir, Thank you, Sir, she hissed over and over as the orgasm washed over her, every muscle in her body contracting, building, each wave higher than the previous one. Her fingers dug into his hand, arm muscles taunt as a stretched bow as she lifted her pelvis, imagining herself fucking him, meeting him in mid-air as he stroked into her, her joined feet pushing up off the bed, shaking through the cum he had ordered, pushing higher and higher with every spasm.
Kyle watched in silence, a tightness about the mouth, knowing that it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, or probably ever would see.
When she finally came down, she collapsed into the bed, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath and shaking from the intensity of the long delayed eruption. He looked down at her, a smile on the corner of his mouth and realized that he had become erect from the erotic sight he had witnessed. The fingers finally relaxed in his hands and her body went limp.
He lay and looked down on her. She spoke after a minute; her eyes focused again and looked up at him. Sir, I
No, Samantha, not Sir. You may call me Master, now.
She looked up at him in amazement, the import of his words sinking in. Thank you, Master, she said softly, almost reverently, shocked that just saying the word made her clit contract again in orgasm. She knew what had happened was unimaginable, unbelievable. It was the stuff of fantasy. Yet here she was at the end of an orgasm that left her shaking, her clit swollen and aching for more. Was there no end to what this man could do? Try as she could, she was unable to harbor any resentment in his domination of her, at least not at this moment. He pulled her on top of him, and she lifted herself to keep her breasts from pressing on him. The result was that just her nipples grazed the hair on his chest and sent a wave all the way to her clit. Who would have thought she had just climaxed? She felt his hardness on her leg and smiled with satisfaction at the knowledge that she had been the catalyst.
What thoughts are you harboring? he asked looking up into her eyes.
Just wondering how you are going to get through the day with that sticking out of your pants, her eyes twinkled as she rose up higher and looked down his body. She took hold of him and squeezed a few times.
Bitch, he said swatting her ass playfully, his voice gone deep and throaty. I ought to make you pay for doing that, but I have a busy day scheduled, as do you. They lay like that for a few minutes, each feeling the heat and smelling the scent from the other.
He reached for the padlocks and reinserted them. Samantha sat up and wiggled uncomfortably as the thick base on the plug pushed hard against her sphincter.
Sir Master, it hurts. Couldn’t we use a different one?
It will do. I want you conscious of me all day today.
How could I be otherwise, Master?
There was only reverence in her voice when she used THE word, he noted with satisfaction. He rose, offered her his cock for cleaning, and dressed without speaking. Then to her amazement, he kissed her, a long and fierce kiss, his tongue searching the depths of her soul. It was over all too soon and the door closed softly behind him, leaving her weak and panting. Damn, he made her feel like a school-girl. She sat with her arms around her knees and thought about him for a long while. Then she returned to reality, and began thinking about how she would keep this from Naga Chitanya.
To Be Continued
Training Samantha: Chapter 10 - A Trained Dog
Samantha looked at herself in the mirror and didn't even know the woman who returned her stare. The nipple studs oozed eroticism, but the padlocks bespoke something smoldering underneath. Her breasts were mottled black and blue and she felt the remnants of Neeraja's discipline when they so much as swayed.
She breakfasted with the boys in her robe, then dressed to meet her husband. She wanted to look attractive but had to wear a couple of layers of clothing so she wouldn’t be too obvious since wearing a bra was out of the question. She sighed, wishing the nipple studs didn’t show against her bandeau so. The boys were excited to see their father. She had mixed feelings though, and a shiver went down her spine. A sense of foreboding, which had nagged at the back of her mind, now surfaced as the time to leave approached.
Before she knew what had happened, they were at the airport and she and the boys were smiling and waving at Naga Chitanya as he appeared. He hugged her and the boys and they headed for home after retrieving his luggage. Everyone had something to say as they sat to a late lunch prepared by Neeraja, and Naga Chitanya spent time afterwards in the boys’ rooms catching up with what he had missed. Samantha’s mind was filled with thoughts of the past couple of weeks and the sea-change it had meant for her. She had a hard time remembering what she had been before that time. She held off as long as possible then went to find relief from Neeraja. The maid seemed a little pissed at having to do it, but held the glass as Samantha, humiliation washing over her, began to pee.
Stop, the command startled Samantha out of her reverie. She struggled to comply, knowing that her maid was only following orders, like she was. At least she assumed that was the case. But it still galled her, nonetheless.
Piss poor muscle control today, I see, she smiled at her own joke. I'll have to make a note for Mr. Kyle.
Samantha ground her teeth in anger, but didn't dare let it show. Neeraja made her start and stop 10 times to work the underused sex muscles , as she called them.
The family spent the evening together. Naga Chitanya regaled them with stories of his travels. His wife didn't have much to tell about their weeks apart, although she had taken quite a journey all her own. The boys were excited about the end of the school year. Their talk about school brought back memories of her sons' schoolmates she had met in the park. She shivered at the thought, and hoped Neeraja was right when she said they would keep quiet about their adventures with her. It wasn't like teenagers to keep something like that to themselves. She couldn't imagine what would happen if word of it got out among the school community. But the whole incident was so bizarre, even in retrospect, she didn't think anyone would believe it without Neeraja's confirmation. Neeraja. There was another puzzle. She couldn't understand the change in her behavior from the maid she had once known.
That night, Samantha changed in the bathroom and came to bed wearing a long flannel nightgown. She had put adhesive tape over the studs in her nipples to cover them up and moved carefully so the padlocks wouldn't click together. Naga Chitanya had already stripped and frowned from the bed as he saw her. He reached for her as she slipped under the covers, sliding inside his reach as he tried to caress a breast.
It’s that time of the month, sorry, she told him. I know it's been a long time for this but it will have to wait. The lie came easier than she thought it would. She had gotten good at excuses and after all, this mess was a result of him trying to avoid paying taxes. It’s so good to have you home again, Hon. She kissed him and rolled over to go to sleep. Naga Chitanya’s day had started very early in Europe, but he lay awake for a while, puzzling at the lack of his usual reception, before finally dozing off.
The morning found Samantha up early. She hesitated, deciding whether she could take the humiliation, then went in search of Neeraja, did her daily exercises, and ate breakfast. She pulled clothes from her walk-in closet and went into the bathroom to shower, locking the door. There she examined her sore breasts as the water cascaded over her and decided it would be many days yet before the telltale signs of her beating were gone. She shivered as she remembered it, and knew she would do anything rather than go through that agony again. A few minutes later, Naga Chitanya tried the door, and finding it locked, knocked on it. She heard him, but ignored his knocking. Minutes later she emerged, dried and semi-dressed to find him sitting on the bed.
You have never locked the door before, he frowned. What gives?
I...I started doing it when you were gone. Neeraja came in with towels unexpectedly one day and I didn’t like my privacy invaded, she lied. What do you have on for today? she said changing the subject. Contacts to make here in the U.S. mostly. She finished dressing and put on her face for the day as he talked.
Your new look suits you, her secretary said as she came into the office. The guys around the company have all commented on it.
Oh? She stiffened.
And, if you don't mind me saying it, you seem somehow happier.
She relaxed, Thank you, Mrs. Davis .
Samantha’s morning went well in spite of the discomfort of sitting on the bigger butt plug. She felt confident again in her own territory. After what she had faced, she could handle anything. It was almost as though she was finally at ease with who and what she really was. Her secretary came in and reminded her that she had an appointment to meet with Betty in the afternoon. Samantha frowned and remembered it was Monday. It was her weekly waxing appointment. How her secretary knew she had this meeting was beyond her, but she chose not to ask.
After a few phone calls and e-mails, she had a meeting with a couple of her executives. Her vice President, Peter, glanced at her appreciatively when he entered her office. She had already seated herself on the chair so she would be following Rule #2 without being obvious when she sat down. As he bent down to shake her hand, she saw his gaze lower to her bra less breast. She looked down following his eyes, and saw that the front of her blazer had sagged open. Her right nipple was pushing against the uncovered blouse, and, of course, standing at attention.
Wow, he stopped and checked himself, his eyes wide, you look very nice today. She blushed knowing what he must be thinking. He noticed her short skirt and parted legs and took a seat on the couch directly opposite her. She had always seemed so professional there at the office, but he noticed she only tried to turn her parted legs a little to the left instead of closing them as he smiled across at her. Maybe she wasn't the cold bitch everyone took her for.
They were soon joined by the Head of Marketing, Jim Thomas, who she vividly remembered from her show at the strip club. She shook her head to clear it. He also sat opposite on the couch, but didn't have a good a view as Peter did. The head of sales, Ed Jones, was last. He shook hands with her and smiled the broad salesman smile. She kept her shoulders back to tighten the blazer across the front as he looked down. He sat in the chair to her left, and she shifted her legs back to the right between the chair and the couch. Their appreciative stares made her blush, but she was pretty sure they couldn’t see all the way up her legs. She pulled herself together and was again in command as the meeting shifted to details of her new initiatives.
She worked through lunch and 20 minutes before her appointment, left the office and went straight to the beauty shop. There she was taken in the room where she stripped, had the butt plug and locks removed and the wax was applied. The hair removal wasn’t very painful now that there was almost nothing to take off but she definitely had sore spots there from Neeraja.
Your lips are very puffy. You haven’t been diddling yourself, have you? asked Betty.
Samantha could feel the color rise in her chest at the humiliating question. She wanted desperately to ignore the unwanted question, but smiled and said, No, Dear. Afterward, the lotion felt good, too good perhaps, as it was rubbed in and her lips pulled together as the locks were reapplied. Her usual butt plug replaced the bigger one and as it beeped, she was thankful for some slight bit of comfort.
Back at the office, she hiked up her skirt before sitting down as was HIS rule, and went to work with her legs apart. It proved harder to concentrate in the afternoon. She called home and told Neeraja she would be working late. She did not want to have to face Naga Chitanya yet and sat and thought about her new life. She had struggled against it, but now, the word Master took on a whole different meaning than any she had ever imagined, and made her instantly wet. My God, what will become of me? she asked herself.
The next days flew by. She avoided contact with Naga Chitanya as much as possible and found excuses to go to bed late. This was difficult as Naga Chitanya generally went to bed late, and got up similarly. After the first morning, she showered in the downstairs bathroom after exercising. Samantha had not heard from Kyle in days and jumped whenever the phone rang. The excitement though was still there every time she did something that reflected an order he had given her. His presence permeated her day and it was as though he was a part of every action.
Naga Chitanya, on the other hand, found all this very frustrating. He and his wife had grown apart the past few years, even he had to admit that. He had numerous women waiting in his various ports of call as he traveled, and found the variety and spontaneity to be exciting. But he also valued his family and deep down still loved his wife. He knew their sex life had petered off with his traveling and her work, but sex before he left or when he returned was always a part of their marital ritual. He had tried a couple of time to initiate sex since returning, but had been rebuffed each time.
Thursday afternoon her secretary buzzed her that she had a call from Mr. Laughlin.
Hello, Sir.
Hello, Slut. Are you behaving yourself?
Yes, Master.
You will come here this evening.
Her pulse rate quickened, and her voice dropped, Yes, Master.
Six o'clock sharp.
I will be there, Master.
I would like you to bring something with you, however.
There was a sharp intake in hear breath. Yes, Master?
I would like some erotic pictures of you.
You have seen all there is of me, Master, she said thinking of how she had displayed herself at various times for him.
Be that as it may. You will bring still pictures and movies of you. They will be taken in your office. You will ask the photographer to direct your poses to be as erotic as possible. You DO know what I find erotic?
Yes, I think so, Master, she replied, wondering how she was going to pull this one off.
And you may cum twice, but not until you have asked and received permission from the photographer.
My God, Master. Right here in my own office?
Is there a problem?
I No, Master. Yes, Master. I have padlocks .
Oh, yes. Ask Mrs. Davis to give the envelope she has to the photographer. How you arrange it, I don’t care. But I had better be impressed with the results. Ask him for the raw tapes and memory sticks—no editing needed. An hour shoot should do it, I think.
Click. She put the receiver down harder than usual, thinking of what the evening would bring, then asked Mrs. Davis to bring in a phone book, and call Neeraja to tell her she would be home late. The phone book yielded a variety of photographers, a few advertising erotic photo shoots. She concentrated on them first.
She called Fantasy Photos and asked the owner for an erotic shoot. He would do one in his studio next week, but didn't shoot in people's homes, he said. The second asked if it was a lingerie shoot, and declined when she told him it would involve less clothing than that. She blushed when he said he took photography, not pornography. She looked at the clock and saw it was 3:45. She had to hurry to be at Kyle's at 6:00. Her sixth call yielded a hit. He could put together his gear and come right over and take the pictures and movies, but he would charge her $500 on such short notice. She gave him the address and breathed a sigh of relief.
She alerted Mrs. Davis to his arrival, and told her that she could leave for the day as soon as he arrived.
Ian MacGregor was a tall, broad, Scotsman, with sideburns clear down to his jawbones. He pulled a suitcase on wheels behind him, carried one case by the handle, and a third was tucked under his arm.
Good afternoon, M’dear, he said striding up to Mrs. Davis. MacGregor Studios at your service. I have some photographing to do for Mrs. Samantha.
Mrs. Samantha is expecting you. And, I am to give you this, she handed him an envelope.
Thank ye, Lass, he tucked it under his arm noting the strange inscription ‘To Open The Secret Garden’. He nodded toward the office door with raised eyebrows and she waved him in.
Mrs. Samantha? he asked opening the door.
Come in Mr. MacGregor He put down his cases and sat in the seat she indicated.
We will need to get a few things in order, Lassie. This is a most unusual request. He looked around at the large, plush office, and the be-suited Corporate President staring back at him wondering if he had only imagined her requirements.
As I said on the phone, I would like you to take ss..., she blushed and had a hard time getting the words out, sexy pictures of me, uh, for a friend.
How sexy? Lingerie? Swimsuit?
Nnnno. Even more sexy than that.
Scandalous sexy, you mean?
Yes, I suppose so.
He nodded. I will set up 3 movie cameras and take stills with my Nikon. Here is my contract. $500 as I said on the phone. You are to get the tapes and memory card when I'm finished. It also absolves me from any sort of suit for sexual harassment. Can't be too careful these days.
Samantha took the offered document, scanned the legalese, and signed it.
I suppose you know the poses you want taken, he said as he busied himself setting up tripods and affixing cameras and lights.
No. I'm supposed to leave that up to you. He popped in a tape, adjusted the image in the viewfinder, and started the camera running. Two cameras were focused on the desk, one from his right and a second just to the left of center, while the third was set way back to the left to take in the whole scene. He picked up his Nikon.
Where do you want me?
Tell me about this friend of yours? What sort of photography would he like? he asked eying her wedding ring.
Very erotic.
How erotic?
He will be most displeased if these pictures don't thoroughly excite him. Should I get undressed? she asked blushing.
No. Let's start with you seated at your desk, like it was a typical workday. Slowly unbutton your blazer. Click. Click. Click. Now your blouse. More clicks as she complied thinking it would have been easier to just strip and get it over with. Lean to the left so your blouse will gap open. Her nipple, forced out through the front of her tip less bra, was unveiled as she leaned her elbow on the desk. Her nipple studs glinted in the lights as he shot several pics.
Now pull your blazer and blouse to the sides of your, uh, to the sides of your bra and pick up a pen and pretend to write a memo. He clicked pictures as she parted her clothing and began writing. No, that's no good. Remove your bra, please. He adjusted the closest video camera for a better angle as she complied. Wha...What happened? as he looked at the black and blue breasts the bra had exposed.
She hesitated, knowing that the cameras were rolling and would pick up her required answer. Her shoulders sagged and she hung her head. I...I...I was punished, was all she could get out.
Well no matter now Lass. He tried gallantly to brush it off. Let's get a view of your delicious legs. Put them up on the desk.
She thought to herself, Master is not going to be very happy with just a look at my nips. In a minute. Let me do my nipples for the camera. She pinched and rolled them until they were as hard as rocks noting that her nipples weren't the only things hard in the room. She was ashamed that she had to do this in front of a stranger, but still she wanted HIM to be proud of her obedience. Then, pinching as hard as she could, she pulled them out, stretching the tit flesh, trying to keep a smile on her face through the pain.
When she released them, he asked, Now the legs?
Not quite. she reached into her drawer and pulled out a ruler. He looked on incredulous at first as she hit first one then the other, finally bringing the camera into action again as he came to his senses. The wooden ruler gave a sharp sound as it connected with the studs either side of here nipple that almost drowned out the slap it made on her flesh.
Ah, Lassie. I see your friend is a man of refined tastes. Her nipples were pushed in violently with each stroke of the ruler, only to spring back out reddened, but harder than before.
Samantha had been irritated at having to call and set up the appointment, but it had also made her horny thinking about it and waiting for him to arrive. She squirmed in her seat willing the fire in her loins to erupt and give her some much-needed relief.
Lean back in your chair wi yer hands behind yer head, blouse open. OK. Legs crossed on the desk.
I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to close my legs. Would HIS torment of her never end? She swung her legs up on the desk and leaned back with her legs open, knowing he could see everything. He marveled as her stocking tops came into view. Most women these days didn't give a hoot for what they looked like in that part of their anatomy. This one obviously did. At first, he thought she just had jewelry on her bald cunt, but as she pulled up her skirt at his urging, it came into full view. What was that peeking out down below?
Beautiful, was all her could manage at first, clicking off pics right between her legs. Look up at the ceiling as though you were thinking about your latest deal. He enjoyed the juxtaposition between the stuffy corporate executive and the wanton woman he now saw beneath her exterior.
Let's keep the locks on for now. You can take them off in a few minutes.
I...I'm sorry. I don't have the key for them.
Yer all locked up and can't open them? Yer kidding?
No. Her countenance fell.
Yer husband...
Damn, she wanted to fudge it but this was going on the camera for HIM to see. He doesn't have the key either. Shame rushed over causing her to shiver.
Then how... the question was left hanging. His eyebrows went up as realization set in.
My friend said he would take care of it for the shoot, but I don't know how.
The answer now obvious, he shut his gaping mouth and moved to continue the shoot. Reach down and toy with the locks. His concentration on his work didn't detract from the constriction that had developed in his pants. He was forced to adjust himself for comfort, a move not lost on his model. He picked up a flash and zoomed in as she played with the padlocks. The moisture oozing from her slit was proof positive of the effect this was having on her.
He decided to play with her a little. He moved the tripod to a position directly in front of her spread legs. Focusing on her bald cunny, he said, squeeze yer cunt muscles, Lassie. Again. Keep doing it. A moan escaped from her lips before she could squelch it. Click. Click.
And underneath you is?
My butt plug.
I see, he really didn't. Pull it out a little for the camera, he wanted to see what the thing really did look like. She pulled and pushed it as he took a series of pictures.
Good. Now a few natural light pictures at the window. Wonderful. What a natural beauty, he thought, as he snapped away. Now over to the daven wi ye.
Do you want me to undress?
It is much more sensual with you partially clothed. Just your blazer and blouse off for now.
He had her pose sitting on the arm of the leather couch with skirt pulled all the way up, bent over with her skirt around her waist showing her butt plug, and with her foot up on the coffee table. He appreciated the way her breasts swayed as he posed her. Now put your blouse back on and sit on the couch. There in the right corner. She sat, pulling up her skirt and he adjusted her blouse to the sides of her breasts framing their perfection. Mess up your hair a little and raise your right knee. Ah, that opened her up nicely, he thought. Then as he looked at the padlocks, he remembered the envelope. Retrieving it from his gear, he tore it open. There was a miniature key and a note.
I appreciate you helping with Samantha's training. Only you may take out the padlocks for her pictures. Make sure you take some in the outer office. When you finish, put the locks back in and bring the key to 329 Elmwood Place and I will give you $500 extra for your inconvenience.
Come with me, he said moving to the door.
No, I can't, her voice went up an octave, panic setting in.
It's in the note.
Oh my God, terror masking her usual beauty.
Maybe we don't have to, concern in his voice.
She hesitated, that thought appealing. No we have to, but let's shoot fast. She pulled the door open a crack and was relieved to find Mrs. Davis had gone for the day. Where do you want me?
Start in your secretary's chair. Samantha pulled up her skirt and sat down, thankful she at least had her skirt and blouse on. Nice. Stand with your foot on the chair. She had to pull her skirt up to comply. Push the chair a little away from you and pull your skirt up to your waist to show your locks and, and the other. Good, now to the front of the desk. She glanced furtively at the windows either side of the door as she moved. Sit on the corner with your legs open. Grab your blouse and hold it wide open. Good. Turn and pull up your skirt to the waist. Legs apart. Lean on the desk. Now look back at me and smile. Great. Blouse off.
Is that really necessary?
But he continued as though she hadn't interrupted him, Lean over the desk so your breasts are hanging down.
We need to be finished and out of here, her mind shouted as she complied.
Now to the file cabinet. Open the top drawer and rest your hand on it. Samantha moved quickly, still nude from the waist up, wanting to be out of the office. She kept looking at the windows. Smile. Almost done. Put your blouse back on and sit in the guest chair there, he pointed. Left leg on the arm. Yes, that opened her up nicely to reveal the locks and the plug. That's enough here. Samantha almost fell as she launched herself out of the chair, heading for the security of her office.
Sit back down as before, Lass, and I'll remove the locks. She resumed her seat on the leather couch. He knelt, took the tiny key and removed one miniature padlock after the other, needing to pinch her outer lips so he could slide each through the fettered flesh. He had detected her female odor before, but now it filled his nostrils. Here was one HOT woman. He marveled at the smoothness of her flesh, and the sticky moisture covering the locks, her lips, and even the tops of her thighs. Feeling the heat rising from her he didn't ever want this moment to end. He set the locks on the coffee table and moved it out of the way. She could feel her lips slick apart, her wetness glistening in the light. A shiver ran down her body, knowing that HE would soon see these pictures of her.
Now about the plug...
That stays in, she sad with finality. He nodded.
Ian MacGregor, of MacGregor Studios, move the tripods again and then took pictures from every angle. That about wraps it up, I think, he said although hoping there would be more. I'll put the locks back in.
No. There are a few other shots my friend would like, she said reaching down and pulling her cunt lips farther apart. FLASH. FLASH.
Very lovely, he was in awe. FLASH.
She took a deep breath and extended her right middle finger and touched her clit. It sent a shockwave through her. She hadn't realized how close to orgasm she had been. He adjusted both side video cameras and took the third off its tripod to use in place of the still camera. This action was too good to miss.
Samantha began to stroke herself slowly, gritting her teeth to keep from cumming. So close. So close. Are you ready for me to cum now? she blushed at having to ask the question.
Not yet, Lass. He wanted to make the most erotic moment of his life last. She was right on the edge and stopped rubbing to keep from cumming No, don't stop, he told her.
She moaned as she again began to rub circles around her engorged clit, although a little slower. She reached with her left hand for the closest nipple and squeezed it as hard as she could. The pain both raised her level of excitement and kept her from cumming for the time being. The leg on the floor moved farther apart of its own accord and her knee pushed into the back of the couch. He could see the muscles of her thighs, framed by the garter and stocking tops, contract as she rubbed. The entire bottom of her butt plug was in full view.
Keep your hand over to the side so I have a nice, clear view.
Please, Samantha moaned, no longer caring about her dignity.
Huh?
Please, May I cum?
In a minute, he said, suddenly enjoying her agony and his control. Rise up off the couch with your arse and stroke faster.
She did as he commanded, gasping for air. She grabbed her sore breast and squeezed hard, counting on the pain to help her hold back. The camera looked right into her.
Please, Sir, she gasped. Pleeease.
Faster.
A growl came from her lips, her face distorted, trying to hold back until given permission. Please, please, please, I'm begging you.
Aye, was all he said.
I can cum?
Aye, Sam. Do the deed.
She muffled a cry and came against her finger, the other hand clawing at her nipples, first one side, then the other. Her cunt already raised off the couch, shuddered again and again with the force of the orgasm and jumped at the camera as though to impale itself on an imaginary cock. A bright blush ran down her body. Second after second went by as Ian watched the spectacle in his viewfinder. Sweat gathered about his temples and a rivulet ran down his sideburns. Samantha felt her head swim and let go of the breath she was holding with a gasp. Her finger had finally slowed down and her legs were shaking when she felt a second one coming on. Her clit had gone hypersensitive from the first orgasm, but she knew she had to cum again for her Master. She pulled her finger off and cried in desperation, Please, Sir, may I cum again.
Aye, coom, Lass, she rubbed furiously with three fingers. Raise yerself up high and coom for Ian.
She shook her head from side to side. Noooooo, she lifted her pelvis even higher than before off the couch, stretching her taut legs to the max and holding herself there as her contractions shook her cunt. The camera caught the flutters of a vagina trying to milk a nonexistent cock. Her fingers were a blur on her clit. She couldn't hold back the shrieks that came from deep in her throat. He moved the camera up to catch the fingers trying to pull the nipples off from her mottled breasts. Then to her face, contorted in the throes of her much needed orgasms before returning to her agitated fingers.
Finally, when she thought she was going to die from the sensation, she collapsed on the couch, eyes squeezed closed, gasping, thank you, thank you, thank you, over and over. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of moisture. Ian looked down and saw a spreading wet spot on the front of his trousers. He picked up his Nikon, and shot dozens of pictures of her laying there in post-orgasmic bliss. Her color was indeed rosy and her features had relaxed into softness.
Samantha opened her eyes, realizing where she was and said shyly, Sorry, I sometimes get carried away.
Sorry, Sam? You’re the most amazin’ woman I hae e'er laid eyes on, ye are. I envy yer lover, he said with conviction. Now are we done?
Yes, thank you.
He fed the ends of the padlocks gently back into the holes in her cunt lips and closed each with a click. He ran his finger over the bottom of the butt plug. Then he went to put his gear into the cases, taking out the tapes and memory stick she had paid for. I should get something fer me before givin’ the tapes tae ye, he said with a twinkle in his eye. But a deal's a deal. He gave her one last look, set them on the coffee table, and turned to leave.
Come here, Ian, the low voice just reached his ears.
He turned to see her running her tongue around her lips suggestively.
Ye don't hae to Sam, I were jus maakin' sport, his deep voice resounded through the still room.
But I WANT to, she quietly but firmly. Her smile broadened as she sat up.
He wasn't so sure he could get it up so soon after cumming in his pants, but he needn't have worried. He was almost hard again when she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled him deep into a wet, warm throat. She tightened her lips and massaged his balls through his pants. Her head moved up and down on him. It was only a minute before she felt the first burst of cum hit the back of her throat as she was pulling back. She swallowed when she could, her cheeks hollowed as she stroked the length of his cock with her mouth, sucking every drop out of him. When he had plopped free, she licked her cum-coated tongue around her lips again. Mmmm. Thank you, Sir, and was shocked at herself when she realized she meant it.
She looked at the clock and saw it was twenty to six. He had been there a little over an hour. I have to go, she said pulling out a checkbook and quickly writing him his check.
There's nae need o' payment, Lass, he said uncharacteristically.
Ah, but a deal's a deal, she smiled impishly before grabbing for her clothes and dropping her tip less bra in a drawer. She pulled on clothing, heedless of the blouse hanging out of her skirt.
They walked hurriedly to the elevator, then out. If yer e'er in need o' anithin', Ian MacGregor will be at yer service.
Thank you, Ian. Her heels clacked as she raced to her car, and sped to Kyle's, hoping she wouldn't be late again. For once traffic was with her. She pulled into his drive a couple of minutes to six, grabbed the evidence and sprinted up the sidewalk, unbuttoning her blouse. She tore off her blazer and blouse. When the button on her skirt caught, she ripped it off, and piled her skirt with her other items of clothing. She was just pushing the buzzer when she heard the clock inside chime the hour.
She stood in garter belt and stockings, catching her breath, waiting to be admitted. She knew it was a part of a game that she be forced to wait outside but it always rankled nonetheless. There was more traffic this time of day and she was sure she would be seen by passing motorists. A car pulled into the driveway and she saw Ian MacGregor behind the wheel.
Shit. she reached for the bell again, then pulled her hand back when she remembered the last time she had been impatient.
Ian walked up the sidewalk eying her nude body appreciatively. We're waitin' fer someone Lass?
She tried to look nonchalant and straightened her shoulders under his gaze. It will be answered momentarily. Her nipples were still red from their recent trauma, but he noted that her skin was flawless.
Ye maad it in time? he seemed to understand her predicament.
Yes, thank you. Time—that reminded her that she hadn't removed her watch. It was flung on top of her other clothing.
I tae it that yer friend lives here? She nodded. Luky maan.
Just then the door opened by Joanna, nude that is except for her collar. Come in, she said holding the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Samantha handed her tapes to Joanna, gave Ian one look, then went to the center of the room and assumed her position as he watched in astonishment.
You are the photographer, I take it, it wasn't a question.
Aye, Lass. You be requirin' the key, he held it out.
Thank you, she handed him 5 one hundred dollar bills. Did Samantha provide you with any sort of a tip for your consideration in providing services at such short notice?
He looked uneasily at Samantha, who nodded slightly without looking up. That she dae, Lass, and a right good job she dae o' it too.
Good. You'll be wanting to go, she opened the door.
'T’wer nae trouble a’tall, he bowed ceremoniously and left.
Joanna left the room with the evidence that Samantha had completed her required task. She knelt alone and thought about the fact that she hadn't washed up after the photo shoot. Her heart was finally slowing down. She was pleased with herself for accomplishing HIS task. And her clit jumped unexpectedly when she thought back over the past hour. What more could he ask, she wondered? Was it possible for the intense orgasms of the past few weeks to continue? She knew that Kyle would know the answer to that as he knew everything else about her sexually. That had been scary at first, but now there was some solace in knowing that while she was flying blind, he knew exactly what he was doing. She thought of Naga Chitanya back at the house and wondered if she could ever be satisfied with the normal sex life she had grown to despise.
She sensed, rather than heard Kyle enter the room. Well done, his baritone voice startled her. Damn, why did she feel good that she had been an obedient submissive. Position 2. Samantha scrambled and turned gracefully, laid her head on the floor with her butt in the air, and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart in a fluid motion. He pulled her butt plug out and pushed it home. Position 3. She stood, hands on the curve of her buttocks, elbows touching, breasts thrust out, and spun facing him.
Joanna, he hardly raised his voice but she appeared. Illustrate position 4 to my slut. Joanna bent over backward, her skin stretched taut until her hands reached the ground. Then she moved her left foot out until her cunt gaped open.
I...I don't think I can bend backwards like that, Master. But I can do it from the ground, she remembered vividly the details of her last back bend.
Do it, he said, and motioned Joanna up.
Samantha lay on her back and inched herself up until her stomach was high in the air. She shifted her left foot outward as far as it would go. Kyle stepped between her legs and unlocked the padlocks and removed them. Then parting her lips he spoke as though recording the data for a scientific experiment, her clit is still engorged. Must have been a decent orgasm. He smiled to himself noting the drool still being produced and stepped to the side.
Samantha hated his inspections. He noticed everything and he was so so right about everything. She shivered as he slowly ran his fingers from her knee to her thigh, then up over her tickle spot to the side of her crotch to the flat of her stomach. He toyed with her navel at the top before going down the other side over a be-studded breast, down over her throat, down farther to stroke her face before tangling his fingers in her hair, hanging about the floor.
Nice, he mused. So soft. So open. So vulnerable.
Turn over and kneel, he told her. Joanna position 5. She lay down in a smooth motion on her back, legs spread, and held open her pussy lips. Notice that her cunt is facing me. The outside edges of her feet are on the floor pointing at me. But her feet are not quite touching.
Yes, Master. That word carried so much meaning when she said it.
Now you, he said motioning for Joanna to rise and leave. Samantha took the required position, memorizing every detail. You just have the top of your cunt lips open with one finger on each hand. Joanna had three fingers spread on each side to open up the entire cunt. She let go and pulled them back open with six fingers and her two thumbs so he could see everything. Kyle reached down and inserted his forefinger. He rubbed the top of her vagina in circles, noting its rough, bumpy texture—a sure sign of her arousal. A moan escaped from her lips, her eyes closed. Kyle smiled to himself. She was coming along just fine.
Get your collar.
It's outside, Master. He nodded and she went to get it from her purse on the porch. Damn, she had left her purse in the car. Halfway down the walk, she looked to find three boys on the sidewalk staring at her. One nudged his friend without looking away and she heard him ask, I thought women were supposed to be hairy down there. His friend nodded, So did I. She never broke stride though as a wave of shame rushed over her and she continued on, retrieving her purse. Taking it with her, she ignored them and pulled out the collar she needed. The door had been left ajar and she soon reached the sanctuary of the living room. She knew the three boys would never again walk past this house without pausing to look and remember.
Position 3, she handed him the collar, stepped wide as she brought her hands back. Part your cunt lips. You know how I like it. Keep them wide apart. She used 3 fingers from each hand, but the wetness oozing out made them hard to hang onto. Kyle fingered her. The boys seeing you turned you on, I see.
She didn't want to say anything, but knew better than to keep quiet when she was spoken to, or to try and lie. Yes, I guess so, Master. Her fingers kept sliding off and she gripped them tighter each time she had to reposition her fingers. He put his fingers to her mouth and she licked them until they were clean.
Position 6 is simply kneeling on all fours. I think you can manage that without Joanna, don't you?
Yes, Master, she knelt down. The collar was buckled into place, snug, but didn't restrict her breathing. Her hair hung down around her head, and he tied it up so she could see.
Joanna, he never raised his voice, but she appeared. He attached the leash to her collar and began to walk. She was right with him all the way. He stopped; she stopped. He turned left and right, and she was beside him. Samantha watched from position 6, and was amazed at Joanna's ability to keep with him. He led her up until Joanna's head almost touched that of Samantha. You see how it's done. At no time was the leash ever tight. The proper distance from me is 8 inches. He unclipped the leash from Joanna’s collar and she was dismissed with a wave of his hand. There is 18 inches from my hand to your collar. The leash is 30 inches long. You are to keep it slack at all times. Your head is to be straight in front of you looking down. That will give you the ability to watch my feet, or the feet of anyone I give you to, from the corner of your eye.
Neeraja. to her astonishment the shoes of her maid appeared in front of her. Kyle handed her the leash. Give her about 15 minutes of practice, not too difficult. This is her first time. They spoke of her as thought she wasn't even there.
She will need some correction, unless I miss my guess. Samantha could see a black rubber pointer digging into the carpet at the end of a round stick.
Undoubtedly. Samantha, you will obey her as you would me.
Yes, Master. Damnation, she said to herself.
Neeraja took a step forward and Samantha followed after a short delay. Neeraja stepped backward a step. Samantha had started going forward when Neeraja had lifted her foot and the leash tugged at her neck before she could get back beside her. Swish! Crack! The teacher's pointer came down smartly on her left buttock. The pain left her gasping. Neeraja said nothing, but the lesson was clear. She stepped forward again and her trainee jumped to follow. Then back a step, forward a step, back a step, forward two steps. Samantha was jerky in following along, unlike the practiced smoothness of Joanna. She thought she was getting the hang of it when Neeraja took a step to the right. She cringed when she felt the leash snap taut and Neeraja met her expectations as another Swish! Crack! echoed in the room. Her knees were getting sore now, even though the carpet was soft. I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog, she repeated over and over to herself, but she kept a watchful eye on Neeraja's shoes.
Heel, the command was obvious. Neeraja moved in front of the CEO of a mid-sized corporation. What does a bitch do when she's in heat? she asked. Samantha looked at her dumbfounded. Neeraja laughed, She humps. She angled the pointer downwards toward her boss. Do it. Hump my pointer.
There were tears in Samantha's eyes as she moved forward on her knees until the middle of the pointer split her pussy in half. She rose up dragging her coos up about a foot before letting out a scream. The dry wood had been too much friction for her clit. Keep going, I didn't tell you to stop. Legs quivering she moved gingerly down the new slime-covered stick. Plenty of lubrication. She began humping the pointer as ordered. She didn't want to feel anything from this humiliation, but she wasn't able to control her body. She tried lifting herself a little so there would be less friction, but Neeraja noticed it and lifted the stick more upright, jamming it into her cunt.
I can go to work on your breasts again if you don't want to play humpy with me. Maybe we should do that anyway?
Mistress, it isn't necessary, she pleaded and increased both her speed and the pressure on the stick. She could feel the stick first on one side of her clit, then the other. When it mashed right on her clit, it was like an electric current went through her.
That's enough, the pointer was pulled back. Yuk, nasty. Lick off your scum.
Shamefacedly, her student licked up, down, and all around. Some had even dripped down to the rubber tip. Then it was back to working on her training, with a crack and a flash of pain occasionally breaking the stillness of the room.
Heel, she stepped around with the pointer again. Hump. This time when Samantha inched herself forward on her knees, she extended herself up and started from the top and slid down slowly, coating the stick with her juices. Remembering the previous threat, she worked herself up and down with alacrity. Neeraja cradled a black and blue breast in one hand. My we did make a mess of these, didn't we?
Yes, Mistress.
I don't think you were able to wear a bra for a couple of days.
No, Mistress. Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored, both from the work her knees did extending herself, and from the excitement that spread from her cunt.
They're sore now?
Only when squeezed, Mistress.
Kyle entered the room and watched for a full minute. Then he stepped behind Samantha, lowered his pants, and squeezed lube on his half hard cock. He pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside. Then he gripped himself, gave it a few strokes, and positioned himself under Samantha as she moved up the stick. When she came back down, she felt him enter her. He held himself there, feeling the exquisite sensations of being in the ass of a beautiful woman. And, she was doing all the work. The slight pain at first gave way to pleasure she had never thought she would have there.
Kyle reached around and cupped her tits, claiming her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He used the pressure to guide her up and down at just the right speed he wanted. It was very slow to start with and he felt every part of his cock as it slid through her sphincter muscle.
Neeraja looked down at the woman in front of her. This had to hurt the pride of a woman of her breeding and social standing. Her puss was dripping watching Kyle put her through her paces, and she intended on getting satisfaction.
Sir, Neeraja said. I don't think this puta should be allowed to cum since I won't have anyone to bring me off.
That seems only fair, he manipulated her nips to go a little faster against him.
Samantha was worried about the consequences if she couldn't hold out. Master, I know you like the feel of me cumming on you. You've mentioned before how my butt squeezes your cock. I think the word you used was delicious.
That is true, he answered. But, fair is fair, unless you are volunteering to help Neeraja out.
Joanna could...
Joanna has gone out on an errand.
It was the classic dilemma. No, thank you, Master. I'd rather not, she was breathing faster.
As you wish.
If she comes without permission, I want her tits again, Neeraja spat.
Yes, that seems reasonable, Samantha shuddered as he spoke.
How could she keep her body from betraying her. The stick was doing its duty all too well as she slid up and down its length. Her Master's stick wasn't making things any easier either. To add to her travails, Neeraja took the opportunity to raise the pointer just slightly, putting more pressure on her sensitive area. Please, God, no, she shouted in her head. What could she do to stem the tide that threatened to overtake over her? She tried to think of something else, but failed. She bit her lip until it bled, but she felt her body continuing to rise toward orgasm.
Her Master squeezed her nips a little more in his excitement in increased the tempo a little more. He was ramming her down on his cock now and she could feel him growing. But she also knew her had tremendous staying powers. She wasn't going to make it. The image of her trial on the table at home with Neeraja flashed through her mind. Please, she begged. They said nothing but continued to watch her struggle. Higher and higher she swirled. Please, she pleaded. She had done all the work up to now, but Kyle drove up against her, punishing her asshole as he pulled her against him.
She was broken. Please, I'll do it. I'll suck her off. Please let me cum.
Kyle raised his eyebrow and looked at Neeraja. I want the slut to tongue my ass first. He nodded.
I'll do it. Anything. I'll do it. Please let me bring off Neeraja. Please.
Neeraja released the one button at her waist with a deft finger and the skirt dropped to the floor. She turned and stepping over the pointer, brought her ass directly in front of a panting Samantha. Tongue it, Slut.
The high and might executive, the one who people cow-towed to at the office, extended her tongue and ran it up the gamey asshole in front of her. It was made more difficult by her movement on the stick, but Kyle was now meeting her halfway as he buried his pole to the hilt.
Get your tongue inside, Slut. I'm not feeling you much.
She was on the edge now. She gripped Neeraja's cheeks both for support and to open them to the nasty task she had to perform. She parted them with her thumbs and pushed her tongue past the sphincter and she wiggled it around like she knew Neeraja wanted.
Kyle increased the pace more. Samantha got into a rhythm of swirling her tongue around the rim, then penetrating as far as she could go, and swirling her tongue around in there. A guttural sound came around a tongue unable to speak pleading that she be able to cum on the 2 sticks exciting her. Over and over her incoherent plea increased in pitch and intensity until she was screaming into the ass in front of her. Kyle had experienced her precum spasms and was close himself.
Cum, he commanded.
Neeraja dropped the pointer as Samantha went over the edge, leaving her cumming like a rag doll, on his cock alone. She stepped forward and turned to watch her boss scream through her orgasm, eyes shut tight and head flopping. She almost envied the intensity or her orgasm, as mindlessly, she let everything go.
Kyle was ready now. Her spasms had taken him where he wanted to be. His hands cupping her tits slowed the pace as he reached the peak and he ordered, Finger yourself off again for me.
Her clit was bloated, and now outside its protective hood, she was unable to touch it directly. She rubbed above it as quickly as she could to cum again for him, heedless of the fact that the poor little nubbin wasn't ready for another go-round yet. The smell of sex filled the air.
I...I'm... was all she could get out before it hit again. She felt him get bigger and then explode as the contractions in her ass did him in. Each time he pulled her back onto him, another wad of cum would explode from his balls until he was empty. He held her there for a full minute, pulled back against him, his wilting pole enjoying the aftershocks that rippled through her body.
He pulled out and she fell on her side, cum drooling from her back hole. Her eyes were closed, breathing still labored, mindless, just feeling. When she came to her senses minutes later, she opened her eyes and crawled over to her Master to clean his cock. Once a distasteful chore, she now savored the taste that spoke of the raw sex they had shared.
Neeraja was sprawled naked on the couch. When she saw that Samantha was finished, she said, I want you to suck my nipples first.
To Be Continued