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My First Time Cyber ;-)

anonymous on Cyber Stories

I always thought bad about net sex. You know without web cams and you are just chatting? That kind of sex.

Actually, you see I'm a virgin (girl) and my only encounter with anything sexual is only via web. It's not that I'm ugly- please. It's quite opposite of that. I just haven't found anyone like that. Anyways, I'll start telling you about my very memorable first chatroom sex.



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anonymous on Cyber Stories



You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!





Stranger: Hey





You: hi





You: asl ?





Stranger: 15 f usa





Stranger: U?





You: 16 m france





You: are you sexy ?





Stranger: Yeah





Stranger: U?





You: tall, athletic body with 6 packs and blue eyes





Stranger: umm yeah ur sexy





Stranger: I'm shot, thin, athletic, blue eyes, blonde hair, and tan





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E-Mail Sex Slave

Janet2 on Cyber Stories

This story is based loosely on fact.   While I am not a 19 year old college student, I did have a relationship with a Dom by e-mail and I did do a lot of the stuff in the story.   I just have not become quite the slut described in the story.

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yes">   This e-mail relationship did cause me to be much more open to opportunistic sex and, while not subjugating myself to men completely, have become much more conscious of making sex as pleasurable as possible for my partner, male or female.   It has also enhanced my exhibitionist tendencies and allowed me to feel pleasure wearing revealing clothing, and discretely exposing myself, in public.   Now, to the story:

 

 

I have become, in the course of a few short months, a sexually charged submissive trampy, slut, sex slave.   There really are no other terms to describe how I now feel about myself and I think that, for the first time in my life, I feel sexually fulfilled.   I have never been particularly submissive but, for some reason, having my sexual activities directed by someone else, in fact a stranger, whom I have never met, is a particular turn on for me.   Over the course of these months I have come to think of myself as bound completely to obey instructions from this man.   My name is Janet and I am a 19 year old junior in college, essentially on my own since my parent’s death in an automobile accident two years ago.   My parents were quite wealthy and I have enough money from my inheritance to live as I please.   I live alone near campus where I rent a very nice two bedroom apartment.   My breasts are not tremendously large, 34C’s, but are firm and have no sag to them at all.   I am normally naturally blond with green eyes, 5’ 6” tall, 115 lbs., and I work at   keeping myself in shape.   I jog in a park near my apartment at least 4 miles each day.   I also work out three times a week at the local gym.   Consequently, I am in pretty good shape and my body is quite firm and shapely.   I have no one whom I would disgrace with my lifestyle so have no reason at all to be inhibited. I have a few close friends who find my new lifestyle intriguing, and I think, secretly wish they could live at least some of it.

 

It all started about four months ago when I met an extremely nice guy in an internet chat room.   We chatted several times, talking about our sexual activities and fantasies, and doing a little cyber stuff.   We talked of what turned each of us on and he indicated that a particular turn on for him was dominance.   That is, he was a dominant and had trained several other women to be sexually submissive.   In fact he had not only done this in real life but also done it by e-mail.   I was intrigued by this and asked what the e-mail training involved and how it could work that way.   He told me that he had a contract that the female would complete and return to him, spelling out the relationship and then he would train them using e-mail instructions and commands.   Since I was interested he sent me a copy of the contract and a set of command definitions that I would need to understand in order to submit to his training.   I was curious mostly, but after receiving the information and reading it, I thought it might be fun to try something like this and see where it led.   However, I wondered how he could really train someone and expect them to do everything according to his instructions and asked him about this.   He said it was necessary for the woman to have a digital camera and to send him pictures of her doing the things that he would instruct her in.   I had a suitable camera but I wasn’t so sure about sending him the pictures but decided to cross that bridge when the time came.   After chatting with him another time or two I told him I thought I would like for him to train me. I figured that I didn’t really have to do everything he told me and it wasn’t like I was putting myself in any danger from this guy since I would never meet him in person.   I completed the contract, which basically stated that it was not legally binding and could be terminated by either party at any time, but, while in force, I agreed to follow his instructions to the letter and submit to all of his requests, as long as they did not put me in physical danger.  

 

Included with the information he sent were a list of commands that the submissive must learn by heart and perform whenever so instructed.   Generally all positions were to be performed in the nude.   The basic positions, as sent to me, were as follows:

 

  1. Kneel: this is the basic position for you. It will be done nude when at home. you will kneel back on your heels, knees spread wide, hands on upper thighs, fingers spread and pointing outward, back straight, breasts thrust out, head held high, eyes lowered. The only change to this will be in public, when not doing some specific training that requires otherwise, you will do this clothed.

  2. Inspection: There are 3 parts to this command. First is Inspection kneel: This will be the basic same position as Kneel expect that you will lean back over your feet supported by your hands with your mouth open. Inspection back: you will lay on your back with your legs spread wide. you will use your hands to pull yourself open. This one will always be done nude. Inspection stomach or tummy: you will again be nude for this one. When commanded you will lay on your stomach with your ass raised pulling your ass cheeks apart with your hands.

  3. Display: this command will always be done nude. This position is standing with your feet spread shoulder width apart, hands behind head fingers interlaced.

  4. Clean: This is the same as Kneel except that your mouth will be open. It will be used to clean anything that has been inserted into you vaginally only and then only when you're not on your monthly cycle.

  5. Fours: When this command is given you will get on all 4's for either punishment or for use.

  6. Strip: this command is obvious. When given you will immediately strip off all clothing you're wearing. This should be done as sexily as possible.

You will need to know all of these by heart. I will expect a pic of you in each except for the last one sent to Me within a week.

 

I still wasn’t sure about the pictures but the commands that he had sent sounded so perverse that they were erotically enticing to me.   I practiced them, imagining him there, and feeling like a true submissive slut.   I already owned a digital camera with a timer – so was able to take the pictures he asked for.   But I didn’t send them right away – too chicken I guess.   Then, after modifying them to obscure my face, I did send them, though I was late in doing so and explaining that I had debated not sending them.   Because I was late he sent me the following message:

 

“Why did you hesitate to send Me those pictures? This will help greatly in planning for your training. But I do not understand the reason for the debate.   Remember you are to hold nothing back from Me by the contract. These should have been sent according to the time table I gave you. For not doing so I want you to cup each breast with one hand so that your nipple is prominent and using the other hand smack the nipple hard 5 times on each nipple. Then restate the following to yourself " i am Master’s slave. All that i am belongs to Him. i may not hide anything from Him. Because i did not send the pictures of myself to Him when i should i am carrying out this punishment on myself as directed by Him. i'm sorry Master I will not do this again." Do this after each smack of your nipples.

Lovingly,

your Master, “

 

I was a little disappointed and angered by his response since I had expected him to be pleased that I had sent him the pictures.   There was no way I was going to punish myself as he had instructed.   However, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.   I finally decided that if I was into this thing for real, I’d do what I could to make it work.   So – I punished myself.   I memorized what I was to say after each slap of my nipple, then, sitting nude on the bed, grasped my left breast with my left hand, squeezing it so that the nipple stood out, somewhat obscenely.   I smacked it hard with my right hand and recited the words as instructed.   I did this five times for my left breast then rested, looking a my breast.   It was red where I had hit it, the nipple still standing out unusually far.   I massaged it a little and was surprised at how sensitive it now was.   Sensitive in an arousing way.   I gripped my right breast and repeated the punishment on it.   When completed I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how red my breasts were from the spanking I had given them.   The nipples stood out prominently and I realized that I was wet between my legs.   I was surprised that I had actually been turned on by this.    Maybe this guy knew what he was doing after all.

 

One of his first requirements was that I keep a daily journal, and send it to him weekly, describing what I had done in that week, including my feelings at having to follow his instructions.   Any sexual activity was to be described in detail.   Additionally, I was to purchase a piece of jewelry, called an ohnk, which I was to wear at all times, signifying my submission to him.   This turned out to be a very pretty little emblem that was worn on a snugly fitting choker necklace, which I was able to purchase locally.   I was to ensure that the ohnk was visible in any pictures that I sent to him if the position permitted.   Other requirements received from him in that first week included sending a list of my clothing, with particular attention to panties and bras, but including shorts, skirts, blouses, jeans, etc.   I was asked what sexual toys I had (I only had a standard smooth vibrator) and then given a list of toys and other things I would need, with certain ones to be acquired immediately.   Those on the immediate list included a small penis shaped vibrator with at least three speeds, the largest variable speed penis shaped vibrator I could find, an adjustable 9 inch long penis gag, small and medium sized butt plugs, a package of clothespins, and a wooden spoon.   I was able to purchase all these items except for the penis gag locally.   The penis gag I had to order from an on line website.  

 

My initial instructions were to perform a ritual each night in bed before going to sleep.  

 

“Here's a task for you to start performing each night before going to bed. I want you to use your vibrator on slow against your clitoris and slowly use it in penetration. Take yourself to the edge of orgasm. When you get to the point that you're ready to climax stop and let yourself relax back to your starting point. Do this 3 times. On the 3rd time you may have an orgasm. Follow that up with the clean command.   From this point on I want you sleeping nude.”

 

After three or so nights of this I received instructions to change my nightly routine.   Since I had told him I had never had anyone fuck me in the ass or ever really had anything in my ass, he instructed me to begin by inserting my small vibrator in my ass with it turned on medium speed and finger myself, stimulating my clit, until near orgasm.   Just before I reached the point of orgasm I was to stop fingering and stimulating my clit but leave the vibrator going.   As my body calmed down I was to start stimulation of my clit again.   This was to be repeated until I achieved orgasm with out direct clitoral stimulation at time of orgasm.   This was the ritual I performed until I purchased the toys mentioned above.   After I had gotten the toys I was instructed to modify my nightly ritual to begin inserting the small vibrator in my ass, again on medium speed, and the large vibrator in my pussy, not turned on, and continue my ritual, stimulating my clitoral area until just before orgasm, then repeat, but with the vibrator in my ass on high.   This really works.   I could, after a month or so of this ritual, get just about as much pleasure from being penetrated in the ass as from being penetrated in my pussy. In this way I have learned to be aroused simply from having stimulation in my ass.   Of course, with stimulation in both areas, orgasms are much more rewarding now.  

  **

After about a week and a half of his training I asked whether I should ask before having sex with a boy.   I had met a guy that I wanted to have sex with.   I received the following instructions:

 

Yes, you may have sex with boys or girls. but you must make sure that you work very hard to please them and that he or she be allowed to use all your holes at least once and include breast sex while performing oral sex for him. But for either you must be the one doing most of the pleasing.

 

I kept this in mind for future reference and was glad to know what he required.

 

Other instructions with the time frame and some comments are listed below to give you, the reader, a flavor of the kind of instructions I received:

 

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The following was sent fairly early on in the training – shortly after receiving the penis gag in the mail.   I was instructed that the penis gag that I was to acquire should preferably be adjustable as to length.   Otherwise, I was to get one no longer than 4 inches but in either case it should be as thick as possible.   The toy store site I found on the internet had several to choose from.   The one that seemed to fit my Master’s description was described as adjustable from 3 to 9 inches in length and offered small, medium, and large sizes in thickness.   The thickness measures were quoted as being 3.5, 4.5, or 5.5 inches in circumference.   I did a little measuring, and assuming I would have this thing in my mouth, possibly for extended periods, I purchased the medium size.   After receiving it through the mail, I experimented a bit with it and found, that while it was little bit uncomfortably large around, I could get it into my mouth fairly easily. I then notified my Master that it had arrived.   He responded as expected, with instructions as follows:

 

“slave – I am glad to hear that you have purchased an adjustable gag.   This will make it much more effective in your training.   Now, I want you to wear the gag during your nightly ritual.   Set it at the longest length that allows you to still breathe comfortably while fully inserted in your mouth.   When you complete your ritual remove and perform the clean command as usual with both the dildos.   Then, after your ritual on the first night, you are to extend the penis gag to it’s longest setting and spend at least 5 minutes sucking it, ensuring that you are able to take the full length. This will probably mean that it will reach well down into your throat.   This will not be easy at first, which is why you must practice.   If you relax your throat and swallow occasionally it will become easier.   It will be difficult to breathe with it all the way in but you must be able to do this for short periods at least.   Eventually most of my subs have found that they are able to breathe with it in all the way, usually still with some difficulty.   Each night increase this practice time until you are sucking it for 30 minutes, at least 10 of which should be with it deep throated. You must eventually be able to take any man’s penis, regardless of size, and deep throat him.   You will find doing this very enjoyable once you perfect the technique and I have every confidence that you will.   Once you have completed the practice session, reset the length so that the penis fills your mouth but is does not cause difficulty breathing.   Attach it around your head and sleep with it in for as long as you can, but no less than 2 hours on the first night.   If you can keep it in longer at first, do so – it will become easier the more you do it.   Eventually I want you to be able to sleep all night with it inserted in your mouth and strapped to your head.  

One additional modification to your nightly behavior will be that, upon completion of your ritual, you will insert the small butt plug in your ass and leave it in for as long as you can stand it.   I know you are not used to having anything in your ass, but your goal must be to sleep with something in your ass all night long.   You must become used to having something in your ass in order to be able to please men, any man regardless of size, by letting them, even wanting them, to fuck you there.   Once you are able to sleep all night with the small plug in, switch to the larger one, then once you are able to sleep with that in all night. You will always sleep with it in.   During the day, you should have either the small one or the large one in as much as possible.   The goal here, eventually but sooner rather than later, is for you to be uncomfortable when NOTHING is in your ass.

Now – this means that, until I give you further instructions modifying your behavior, you will sleep with the gag in your mouth and the butt plug in your ass.   At any point during the night, as long as these items are properly worn, you may stimulate your pussy and tits all you want, and have as many orgasms as you are able and want to have.”

 

  **  

 

The following was sent to me to more fully explain what I was to wear, after the initial instructions regarding dress:

 

You must never wear anything covering your pussy unless you must wear pants or shorts of some sort.   I that case you wear something that fits as tight as possible with no panties.   It should be obvious due to the lack of panty lines, that you are wearing none.   Shorts should be as short as possible, with the cloth fitting between your legs not more than one inch wide, less preferable, at the narrowest point.   Leg openings should be high enough to ensure that the bottom of your round ass cheeks are visible.   Most of these shorts should be of the “hip hugger” variety, cut very low in front and pulled up tight so that the inseam fits in between your ass cheeks and separates your pussy lips.

 

  **  

 

About two weeks after sending my clothing list and receiving the instructions on what to wear I got the following.   I bought the suits and what happened later follows somewhere below.

 

You are to purchase several swim suits.   I will give you web addresses for sites selling the ones I want you to buy.   One is a white bikini.   Another is a white one piece.   Another is a one piece of knit material that clings to all your cracks and crevices.   All are cut extremely high on the sides and have rather narrow fronts to them.   The one pieces have very plunging necklines, particularly the white one which should plunge to below your navel.   It will have two straps to hold the two sides closed in front.   You should never need to use either of these, but depending on the fit, you may use the bottom one if you feel it necessary to prevent arrest.   These suits usually will have a lining at least over your pussy and in the bra portion.   You are to modify each by removing any lining.   There should be only one layer of thin material covering any part of your body.   Worn in this way, these suits will then show off your pussy and tits to best advantage, especially in the white ones, with your pubic hair died black as previously instructed.   The dark patch between your legs will ensure that most people will know the hair on your head is dyed blonde rather than your pubic area dyed black.   This will enhance your image as tramp who dyes her hair to be a “bleach blonde”.   A word of caution – when wet these suits will become almost transparent, leaving very little to the imagination, so swim with care.   A suggestion would be to swim, then, when leaving the water, have a towel handy to wrap around yourself to make you appear modest but short enough to allow glimpses of your dark bush under your suit.

 

  **  

 

After sending my clothing list, about three weeks into my training, my Master began instructing me on what to wear.   He sent the following instructions.

 

“I want you wearing a push bra with either a blouse that buttons down the front or ties in the front for one week. Also wear a short skirt with the shear thong panties.   If weather makes such an outfit inappropriate, you will wear tight low cut hip hugger jeans, worn as low as possible.   After one week you may not wear a bra or panties with either outfit. The blouse at all times must be open enough so that men can look in all they want.   Whether wearing the skirt or jeans, your legs must never be completely together.   It must become normal for you, unless you cross your legs, to sit with your legs apart, at least slightly.    When sitting with legs crossed, never cross them tightly.   When wearing a skirt cross the right leg over left with the right leg pivoting on the left knee at a point approximately three inches below the right knee.   Practice this in front of a mirror with the object of attaining a position which will allow anyone sitting across from you to look up your skirt.   When wearing jeans, always sit with either your legs spread as wide as possible or with legs crossed, ankle on knee.   You are to rest one hand on your crotch, rubbing it occasionally, when sitting in this manner.”

 

And so – here start several recounts of my experiences as a result of following my Master’s instructions:

 

Well - I followed the instructions regarding dress completely, finding that I apparently had exhibitionist tendencies that I was not previously aware of.   And this led to my first experience of sex with a guy since starting my training.   With a short skirt on I practiced, with and without the thong, crossing my legs in front of my full length mirror in my apartment until I was comfortable that I was doing it as instructed.   I was also careful to sit, when legs were uncrossed, with my legs slightly apart, again practicing in front of the mirror.   With my short skirt on and sitting as instructed I knew what others would be able to see – and the thought of doing it in public turned me on tremendously.   Since the weather was quite warm, I rarely wore the jeans, but when I did it became second nature to sit with my legs widely apart and a hand in my lap, over my crotch.   It was relatively easy to wear the blouse with a push up bra, short skirt and thong as instructed for the first week.   I spent a good bit of time in the library studying and getting used to sitting with my legs apart.   I found that in the library with my legs under a table I could spread my legs quite wide while seeming to be engrossed in what I was studying.   With my bra pushing my breasts up and the blouse open to the third button, I displayed a lot of cleavage.   I would sit at a table against a wall facing other tables across from me. My Master had impressed upon me that I should sit, whenever possible, in such a position that would allow as many people as possible to look at me if they wanted to.   On the first night two girls sat at one of those tables and I know they noticed me and seemed to look at me with disapproving expressions.   The second night two guys were there.   They each sat low in their seats and, watching them out of the corner of my eyes, I could tell they were staring at my legs, or between them.   I shifted position several times, each time letting my legs fall farther apart, trying to appear totally absorbed in what I was studying.   I would lean over often, allowing them to get a nice view of my breasts as they strained against the bra.   Each night I would return to my apartment with a soaking wet cunt and dive into bed for my nightly ritual. This went on for most of that week with the same guys coming back twice while I was there. They got pretty obvious in staring at me but I pretty much ignored them until the last night of that first week wearing the clothes as instructed.   That last night, just before I left, I looked right at one of the guys, the cutest one, and smiled at him.   As I got up to leave I slid forward on my seat, allowing my skirt to ride up, exposing my pussy, covered only with the shear thong.   It was soaked with my juices and almost transparent.   As I stood and turned my back to him I left the skirt hiked up and bent forward to retrieve my books and notes, knowing that my bare bottom was on display for any to see.   Then I tugged the skirt back into place turned and smiled again at the cute guy and left.

 

I missed the next few nights at the library.   The time had come for me to go without bra or panties, and for the first three days I did that while going to class and doing my other routine things.   But I studied at my apartment.   It was hard enough at first to wear only a blouse, again with the first three buttons unfastened so that most of my breasts were easily seen as the blouse shifted.   When I would lean forward, the view from the side frequently showed my entire braless breast.   I was very self conscious at first and though I continuing to sit with my legs slightly apart as instructed, I’m pretty sure that I managed to keep from flashing my bare pussy at anyone for those first few days.   Then I could not avoid going to the library.   I had to do some research, and having gotten somewhat used to wearing, other than my shoes, only two pieces of clothing, blouse and skirt, felt a little less self conscious in doing so.   I arrived at the library at my usual time and took my usual table.   For a while no one sat across from me.   Sitting there with my   legs spread only a few inches apart with no one looking, I actually got absorbed in what I was researching.   I thus was not aware when the same cute guy sat down across from me, nor was I aware how far apart my legs had drifted.   After consciously sitting with my legs apart, now for about a week and a half, I really was more comfortable with them apart, consequently they now quite naturally fall apart as I am sitting.   When I glanced up from the notes I was taking and noticed him, he quickly averted his eyes.   I made a point of shifting position, making it look as though I was trying to be a little more discrete.   Then I returned to my notes, shifted position again, pointing my legs directly at him and letting them fall open.   My knees were probably only six inches apart but it felt like six feet as I sat there exposing myself, my bare pussy, to this boy.   I could see him looking at me and I leaned forward to thumb through a book, letting the blouse fall away from my chest and giving him an excellent view of my breasts.   As I straightened back up I glanced at him.   This time he did not look away and I nodded to him, smiled and returned to my research.   I continued to work for another half hour, and continued to give him lots of opportunities to see my bare pussy.   I had actually worked my ass around enough so that my bare bottom was on the wooden seat and the skirt was hiked way up.   Of course this was only obvious to the guy watching me.   As I finished up I gathered my things, placing my notes in my book bag, and slid out of my very slippery seat and stood up, tugging my skirt down as I did so.   As I turned to leave I flashed him my best sexy smile.   I returned the books I had used for my research and left the library, walking toward my apartment, so wet that my juices were running down the inside of my legs.   I had only gone a few yards when I heard footsteps behind me.   I glanced back and there was the guy.  

 

He smiled and said, “Looks like we are going the same way.   Mind if I walk with you?”

I was a little uneasy but he looked harmless and I WAS turned on.   “Sure,”   I replied.

 

“I have noticed you in the library several nights” he said.   “ I’ve been trying to screw up enough courage to ask you out.   Tonight when you got up to leave I finally told myself that all you could do was turn me down – so here I am – asking”

 

He was so obviously nervous and unsure of himself that I almost felt sorry for him.   But he WAS a hunk.   “So, what exactly are you asking me?”   I said as I continued walking.  

 

“Umm, I guess – like – would you go out with me?” he said.

 

“Well, that’s pretty vague. Go out where and when and do what?” I asked.

 

“Shi-oot”, he said, obviously a southern gentleman, “I really hadn’t thought that far ahead.”  

 

We had walked under a street lamp and I stopped and turned to him.   I had my book bag strapped on my back and it was pulling the blouse open all the more.   My breasts were exposed so that the edge of the areolas were exposed around my visibly erect nipples which were pressing against the fabric of the blouse.   He was probably 6 feet, two or three inches tall, maybe 175 lbs., obviously in good shape, and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.   His eyes were fastened to my cleavage.   “Don’t worry about it,” I said as I slipped my arm under his, pressing my right breast into his left bicep, and began walking again.   “Sure, I’d love to go out with you.   You think about where, when and what and let me know – OK?” I said, looking up at him and smiling.

 

“Damn”, he said, not bothering to watch his language a second time. “That’s really cool.   How about Thursday night?   Do you have any early classes?   We could go to Tiger Tavern and get something to eat, do a little drinking, and then – well, do whatever else you want to do”.

 

This was Wednesday and Thursday was one of the big blowout nights at school, so that sounded cool.   “No – I only have one late class on Thursday so that’s not a problem.   And Tiger Tavern sounds great – I haven’t been there in ages.”   We chatted as we walked and it turned out that he was a sophomore who had transferred from a JR college.  

 

We arrived at my apartment and, stopping, still arm in arm with him I said “Well this is it, where I live. What time should I be ready tomorrow?”   I turned and let my hand linger on his arm, my breasts all but falling out of my blouse.  

 

“How – how about 9 o’clock”, he stammered.  

 

“OK, cool” I said, reaching up to place my hand behind his head.   I pulled him down to my mouth and kissed him lightly on the lips.   “I’ll be ready at 9.”   I kissed him again, this time a real kiss, tongue probing for his.   He responded, thrusting his tongue between my lips.   I really did not plan to invite him in but I was soooo hot and he was sooo a hunk. Breaking the kiss, I said, somewhat breathlessly, “Would you like to come in?   I have a few cold ones in the fridge and I’ve finished all the studying I need to do for tomorrow, and it is still early.”   I know I sounded a little too urgent – but what the hell – I’ve been told by my Master that I’m supposed to please men – why not start here.  

 

“Sure”, he said.   “I could use a cool brew,” as he glanced at my cleavage once more.   I smiled and took him by the hand and led him up the stairs and into my apartment.

 

As we entered and closed the door, I turned and looked up at him, holding him by his hips, and said “I know you have been watching me in the library.   And I hope I didn’t embarrass you.   Sometimes, particularly when I’m into something I’m working on, I’m not the most demure and discrete young lady I should be, like keeping my legs together.   But that’s just me.   Did I embarrass you?”   I asked innocently.

 

“NN-No” he stammered.   “ Not at all. So you knew I was looking and – and still didn’t worry about me seeing – well – stuff?” he asked.

 

“Of course not, silly,” I said. “I knew you were looking and it turned me on.   That’s why I didn’t wear any panties tonight.   You did notice that didn’t you,” I teased.   I look up into his eyes and reach up again and kiss him.   He responds and I reach back to his ass and pull him into me and rub back and forth.   I can feel his erection. I pull back and take his hand again and lead him to the sofa, turn and push him down, smiling at him all the time.   I ask if he would like a beer.   He does.   I go to the kitchen and get two and take them back to the den, hand him his and sit next to him.   I lean into his shoulder as I sip from my bottle and his hand went around my shoulders.   We snuggled like that for a few minutes just talking about not much of anything.   Then I turned and looked up at him.   Our eyes met and it was so easy to reach up around his neck and pull his mouth to mine.   We kissed for a loonnnnng time, a very erotic kiss, we sucked each others tongues and explored mouths.   I turned into him and put my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, cheek, ear, neck, licking and nibbling as I went.   One of his hands went to cup my ass and the other went to my breasts.   For the inexperienced guy I had him pegged for, he was learning fast.   I straddled him as he sat on the sofa and rubbed against him.   We were really getting turned on.   I know I was and could tell he was to – from the bulge I could feel in his jeans.   I untangled myself from him and stood up in front of him and undid my skirt and stepped out of it and took off my blouse.   Then, standing in front of him with nothing on I told him I really would like to see him naked and asked him to undress   He took my hand and led me, now totally nude, to the bedroom, as though he had been there before.   I said something about how lovely the bed looked.   He just looked at me and smiled, then pulled me to him again and we kissed some more as he rubbed my ass, letting his hands roam between my legs from behind.   I spread my legs a little to give him more access.   Then I pulled away from him slightly and, remembering that I was to put the pleasure of the man first, put my finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then knelt in front of him and undid his trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear.   He was already pretty hard and I really had a quick intake of breath to see how large he was.   I have no idea of the measurements but I couldn’t get my fist all the way around it and putting two hands on it, like holding a softball bat, there was still probably 2 or three inches of the length showing.   I certainly had never fucked anyone with equipment like that.   As soon as I had him nude from the waist down, I took his cock in my hand and started licking it from base to end and back again, then down to his balls and around, then back up.   His pubic hair was like soft golden moss and smelled so good.   As I put my lips around the head of his cock I licked with my tongue as I sucked it.   He really got into this quickly and was really rock hard.   I backed off a little then, remembering the instructions to let him fuck me between my tits, I, still kneeling in front of him, raised up a bit and placed his hard cock between my tits and then squeezed them together and rubbed up and down, back and forth.   As his cock moved toward my mouth I had no trouble at all taking the end in my mouth and sucking as it moved back out and down between my tits.   I have never done this before with anyone and was surprised at how good it felt. We did this til he pulled away and said that he was about to loose it and needed to put on a condom.   I took the condom from him and knelt again in front of him and put it on his cock, jacking him a little as I did.   Then I sucked on his cock sheathed in the condom for a few times, then I stood and took him by the hand and went to the bed.   I lay down and he lay beside me.   I asked him to get on his knees and straddle my waist.   When he did, I slid down so that his cock was again between my tits.   Again he tit fucked me and I would suck the end as he moved back and forth.   I took his hands and placed them on either side of my tits so he could squeeze them.   It was so hot, my pussy was soaked. Then he stopped and took off his shirt. He was so hot, muscles on muscles, flat, washboard abs, very little body hair except in the right places.   He moved between my legs and began to kiss me there.   This isn’t the first time someone has kissed me there but I was so turned on I had an orgasm almost immediately, I know I almost drowned him.   I really cum a lot when I am so turned on.   He lapped and licked until my body   stopped its involuntary movements somewhat, then moved over me, positioning that lovely cock at my pussy.   He started with slow smooth strokes and I got hot all over again, just that quick.   Never before that quick.   He still hadn’t cum but it wasn’t long before he was thrusting into me rapidly, and I was answering each thrust.   I have never been penetrated to such depths.   I could actually feel him bump against my cervix and thought how hot it would be to have him in there.   But we both came in just a few minutes, maybe five minutes, after he entered me.   We were both exhausted and just lay there with him inside me, my vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing, squeezing him and I could feel his cock jerk inside me from time to time. When he had softened somewhat I pulled away and told him to just lie there on his back.   I moved down him and took him in my mouth again, licking my cum from the condom.   It tasted much better than the first time, hardly any rubbery taste at all.   He was telling me that it was to soon for him, yet he began to get hard again and, though he wasn’t rock hard like before, he was hard enough.   I straddled him and lowered myself onto his cock.   It felt so good, I told him to lie still and let me do the work.   He did at first.   I took his hands and placed them on my tits (why am I now calling them tits – I usually refer to them as my breasts).   Then I could tell he was getting harder in me and he started thrusting up into me as I pumped over him.   He had another orgasm in a very short while.   I did not cum this time but kept raising and lowering myself until I was sure he was satisfied.   I then just collapsed on top of him, hugging and kissing then just lying there.  

 

 

Later we talked, telling each other how good it had been, getting up eventually and walking back, both nude, to the den    We sat and drank another beer, then he fucked me again, this time there on the floor, with me on all fours and him entering me from behind.   After this time we were really tired, and drenched with each other’s sweat, and my juices.  

We lay in each others arms, him still in me and tenderly hugging each other.  

“You are incredible and I don’t even know your name,” he whispered to me. “And you don’t know mine.   I’m Brad.”

“Brad,” I repeated.   “Nice name for a nice guy.   And you are pretty incredible yourself.   My name is Janet but names aren’t all that important.”

“Damn,” he said. “I want to see you again.   I know you probably have guys falling all over you but – jeeze would you consider sort of dating just me for a while?” he said a little sheepishly.

“Brad, No.   Don’t think of me like that.” I said. “I’m not the kind of girl you would want to take home to Mama.   I like sex too much to limit myself and get serious about anyone at this point in my life.   In fact – and I don’t know why I’m telling you this – maybe to discourage you – but I’m sort of in training.   Training to please men – or my sexual partner whoever that is.   I’m just starting with this training and you are the first one I’ve fucked since I started.   I hope I have learned something about pleasing my partner and being with you has helped with that training.   So, I know I’m going to get a reputation – of being easy, having round heels, fucking anything in pants, etc. but I don’t care. I think that is what I want, what I will enjoy.   I would love to see you again, but just for the sex.   You are a wonderful sex partner and I hope I pleased you. Do you understand at all what I’m saying?” I asked looking at him, lying there with his semi hard dick in me. I squeezed my pussy on him and felt his cock jerk in response.

“Jeeze, Janet – that’s the wildest thing I ever heard of.   You mean you WANT to be known as easy, a girl that would fuck anything in pants?” He asked incredulously .  

“At this point, yes, I think that is exactly what I want. And if you want to be with me again you will have to accept that.” I said.   His cock was hardening in me again and I could tell he was turned on by my attitude. I moved against him and turned him on his back again, placing his hands on my tits. He groaned and responded by thrusting into me with a vengeance and energy I was surprised he still had.

We fucked again several times.   He seemed to accept my refusal to date only him and my explanation.    Finally we were exhausted.   As he got dressed and stood in the doorway holding me we kissed another of those long passionate kisses and he started to say something.   I placed my finger against his lips to shush him and said “Brad, it was an incredible, unbelievable evening and I really would like to fuck you again.   But we both probably need to cool it for a while.   But call me when you are ready.   I really do want to please you – just not only you.   Do you understand?”  

He nodded mutely, smiled, and turned, opened the door, looked back at me and one more time smiled and closed the door.

 

That was the first time I   had sex with a guy since starting with my training.   Obviously my training was having an effect on me.   No way would I have done what I had done that night if I had not been so conditioned to please a man.   I have since done this many times – picked up some guy, usually another student, and taken him back to my apartment and spent the night with him.   Some have been better than others.   OH – Brad?   – I saw him twice more but he became a little too serious about me and could not get over my desire to fuck other guys.   Too bad.   He was a HUNK.   But I cannot limit myself to just one man.   I really love pleasing them and I think they like pleasing me, though that is not my priority.   Pleasing my partners pleases me and that is what I now think I was born to do.   I have a reputation now – pretty much as a gal with round heels.   Suits me fine.

 

 

The following was sent, probably about a month after my training started and after I had answered my Master’s question on whether I enjoyed humiliation or not?   I had answered that it turned me on (and it does).   He knew I did not like being called a whore:

 

The next movie that is rated R for sexual content, you are to go see it alone.   I want you to have the butt plug in your ass and the large vibrator in your pussy, no panties or bra of course, and a top that opens easily to allow your tits to be viewed by anyone close to you. You are to sit behind a couple of guys and during the movie have slightly audible orgasms. If they say anything to you, you are to lower your eyes and say you are sorry but do not change seats or leave. Stay where you are and continue to react to the stimulation of the vibrator.   If they get up and move beside you, you are to let them touch you in any way they want. This will just reinforce what, at this point, a worthless little whore, slut you are. But trust Me in time you will come to be a priceless little fucking whore and will desire nothing more than to be a total slave to a Man. “

 

 

After receiving these instructions, I was really sort of insulted.   I am not and will never be a whore.   I just love sex too much to charge for it.   But I suppose, if my Master wanted to sell me to someone for a night, I would probably do it – but I neither want nor need money for my sexual favors.   Sound a little pompous for a slut??   Well, I guess so – but it is the way I feel.   Anyway, I was a little nervous about carrying out the instructions.   I procrastinated for about a week before doing anything.   My apartment is close to the downtown area of the little college town we are in.   It makes it convenient when I want to drink a good bit because I can walk back to my place from my favorite bar and the downtown area as well as back and forth to campus.   I had been drinking by myself and commiserating with Dave the bartender, owner there, just joking around with him.   I was wearing my usual outfit for these days, my short skirt, a blouse that tied in front (no buttons) and my athletic shoes.     Dave is a cool guy and we have become pretty good friends over the course of the two years or so that I’ve been going to his bar.   He has definitely noticed the change in me and has been curious about what’s going on with me.   I have told him pretty much everything by now – but that’s another story – later.   As I was saying, about a week after getting the instructions about the movie, I went by Dave’s and got a bit high drinking beer there and chatting with Dave.   The movie instructions had been on my mind since I received them and so I decided that if I wanted to do anything about these instructions, it was time to act.   Basic Instincts was playing at the local $2.00 movie downtown and that one seemed appropriate   It was only about 6:00 PM and I could make the 7 o’clock show.   Basic Instincts had been playing for a few days and I figured there wouldn’t be too many people there.   Probably wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been just a bit high.   But, I left Dave’s and went by my apartment.   I got the butt plug, inserted it in my ass, and put the vibrator in my fanny pack.   I walked to the movie theater, bought my ticket and entered the theater.   I bought a small bag of popcorn just to have something to do til the movie started. The 5:00 show was just getting out.   I stood at the back for a few minutes checking out who was there.   Not many – a few couples out on a cheap date about halfway down to the front and what looked like three freshmen boys sitting near the front.   No one that looked very promising.   I sat down about three rows from the back, near the middle of the row of seats and waited to see if anyone else would arrive.   If nothing else I would sit there with my vibrator going and just have fun for myself.   Just before the lights were turned down, two guys came in and looked down my row and we smiled at each other.   They took the next row down and sat right in front of me.   Must have been fate.   I was sitting fairly demurely for me, but with my legs slightly apart as usual, the popcorn in my lap.   As the lights went down and previews of coming attractions started, and they turned to talk to each other, I could see them sneaking glances at me.   I put the popcorn on the floor and reached into my fanny pack and got out the vibrator.   Watching to make sure the guys attention was on the screen I inserted it into my pussy.   I was already pretty wet so had no trouble at all getting it in.   I could feel it pressing against the butt plug and the feeling was quite erotic, knowing what I planned to do.   As the main attraction came on we settled back to watch the movie.   When the first sexy scene with Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas came on I turned the vibrator on low.   It’s hum sounded loud to me but the guys apparently didn’t hear it or they ignored it.   I started uttering small moans as the vibrator did it’s work.   I really was getting turned on.   I squirmed around in my seat letting my legs fall farther apart, my skirt working its way up my thighs.   One of the guys glanced back at me and his eyes got a lot bigger as he looked at me.   I had my eyes almost closed with my hands gripping the arm rests of the seat as I moved my ass over the rough material of the seat.   I was using the seat to keep the vibrator in me.   I saw the guy nudge his friend and whisper to him.   His friend then turned and looked back at me, then looked at his friend and mouthed “Son of a Bitch” and then looked back at me.   I took a deep breath and let it out then stopped moving.   As I did I opened my eyes and looked over their heads at the screen .   They were still looking at me, or rather at my legs spread apart three or four inches directly in front of them, and what they could see between them.   I tried to appear as if I had not noticed them looking at me.   Then as the screen brightened for a moment I looked down at their faces, turned toward me, and closed my legs and tried to look embarrassed.  

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to them. “Am I bothering you.   I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”  

 

The larger guy, pretty cute, said “Girl, you gotta be kidding.   You aren’t bothering us as long as you don’t mind us watching you.   This flic really turns you on huh?”

 

The other guy, also cute, smiled at me and said “No, no. You aren’t bothering us at all”.  

 

I tried to look contrite and embarrassed and closed my legs most of the way and stopped squirming around quite as much.   But I took my left hand and kneaded my right breast through the cloth of my blouse.   I began squeezing it and pinching the nipple, moaning softly from time to time.   The vibrator was still humming away and I could feel myself getting close to cumming so slowed down a bit.   As I did, the big guy whispered to his friend and then they both got up and hopped over the seats to sit beside me, one on either side,

 

“Do you mind if we sit beside you? My name is Don”, the big guy said.   We just thought you might need some help back here all by yourself.”

 

I smiled, lowered my eyes but said nothing.   I hesitated slightly, still looking down at my lap, started to say that   didn’t mind what they did, but decided to stay as quiet as possible and see what they did.   I wasn’t long in finding out.

 

The seats in the theater had arms that could be pulled up out of the way and both Don and his friend raised the arms on each side of me.   Don slipped his hand down onto my knee then up the inside of my thigh as I inhaled sharply and spread my legs wider.   Don smiled at me as he pulled my mouth to his with his other hand.   We kissed as his hand found my pussy and the vibrator humming away.   He broke the kiss with a smile and said “My, my, what have we here.   Is that how you have been getting so hot back here?”   With that he pulled the toy from my pussy with an audible squish.   I gasped as the vibrator was pulled from me and I again lowered my eyes, really embarrassed now, but hotter than ever.  

 

“You don’t need this, baby.   Not as long as I’m around”, he whispered holding the vibrator up for his friend to see.   “See – I’ve got a real one right here for you”, he said as he pulled my head down toward his lap.   Somehow he had opened his fly and gotten his dick out while we were kissing or maybe before.   At any rate, it was out and extremely hard.   Nice equipment too. About 7 or 8 inches long and very thick.   It looked lovely to me in my heightened sexual state.   He reached under my stomach and untied my blouse completely and ran his hand over my chest, squeezing and pulling at my nipples.   At the same time he pushed my head and mouth over that lovely cock.   I took him in my mouth and sucked.   Remembering my Master’s instructions and thankful for the practice with the penis gag he had made me do, I began to suck him all the way down my throat.   I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose and then pulled away, continuing to suck for all I was worth.   Then back down again, working my tongue around his huge member.   As I was sucking him off, I felt his friend’s hands on my ass.   His fingers found my now empty but oh so wet pussy and stuck his fingers in.   Then I heard him exclaim.

 

“Damn, Don, she’s got something in her ass too”, he whispered..  

“Jeeze, Darrel, don’t interrupt the girl. She is one super good cock sucker.” Don replied, then, “What the hell have you got back there girl?”   With that he pulled me off of his cock and I was able to answer.

 

“It’s a butt plug.” I said, not raising my head and feeling really embarrasses now. “It just feels good to have it in there”, I continued, making matters worse.

 

Darrel then said, “Well, is it ok if I pull it out of you.   I want to finger your ass and pussy together.   Would you like that sweetheart?” he asked.

 

I simply nodded my assent to his request.   I whispered, “whatever you want is ok with me”, .as I lowered my mouth to Don’s cock again.

 

“Damn, baby” said Darrel, “I don’t know why you are doing this but I ain’t complaining.”   He pulled the butt plug out of me and immediately inserted several fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my ass.   He was working them in and out of me, pinching his thumb against his fingers inside me and rubbing back and forth.   With my mouth full of Don’s cock and Darrel frigging my pussy and ass, I exploded.   Thank goodness my mouth was full of cock or I would have screamed.   As it was we were still being pretty loud.   Enough, I discovered later, that the high school guys had moved up and were watching us.  

As I sucked Don’s cock I could tell he was about to cum, so I pulled back and just worked the tip of his cock.   He exploded a few seconds later, in my face, shooting cum into my hair, eyes, mouth, nose, all over my head.   He just wouldn’t stop cumming.   I was drenched.  

 

Then Darrel pulled me off Don and said “Come here babe,   and sit on my lap for a little while.”   I was like a rag doll after my mindblowing orgasm and covered with Don’s cum.   Darrel was really strong for a relatively small guy and he pulled me up and over onto his lap.   I found myself with his cock sticking up between my legs, rubbing over the lips of my pussy.   It just felt wonderful to have a cock there.   I shifted and took my hand and guided his cock into me, oblivious to the fact that neither of these guys had condoms on.   I worried about that a lot later but, luckily, nothing bad happened as a result.   I rode him like a horse as he held on to my tits, squeezing and kneading them.   In no time he exploded inside me and I matched him with another mind blowing orgasm of my own.  

 

Both guys were spent as I climbed off of Darrel and sat in my seat.   That’s when I saw the younger guys sitting where Don and Darrel had been, taking it all in.   I just leaned back and smiled at them, my face and hair covered with Don’s cum, Darrel’s oozing out of my pussy onto my seat, and my blouse fully open and hanging at my sides exposing my tits to their astonished view.    I just looked down at the floor, totally embarrassed now that I realized we had put on a show for a group of guys.   I pulled my blouse together and tied it as Don told the guys to cool it – the show was over – move on back to their seats.   They left grinning from ear to ear.

 

As we were recovering Don said, “You know, I think I have seen you around campus recently.   Yeah, sure, I meet you every time on my way from my English   to Algebra   - every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, don’t I?   Yeah.   Damn, I thought you looked familiar.   You are always dressed – I don’t know – like you are trying to turn on every guy you meet.   Always with a mini skirt and your tits all but falling out of your top.   Yeah, I recognize you now.   I always thought you were just a little prick teaser.   Glad to find out that I was wrong.”

 

Now that I looked at his face closely, I knew he as right, so I said, “Yes, that’s me.   I remember you too.” I looked, contritely, down at my lap, at the seat between my legs.   It was soaked with my juices and Darrel’s.  

 

“We really made a mess didn’t we”, I said.

 

“Yeah, YOU sure did.” Said Don as he reached up and smeared some of his cum over my cheeks and back onto my hair, matting it down.   He rubbed it under my nose, then sniffed his finger.   “You probably want to go home and get cleaned up don’t you?   Or do you like smelling like a cheap whore.”  

 

Well, that really humiliated me.

 

 

I’ve taken five guys home with me at the same time and let them have me in every way possible – in the mouth, ass, pussy, tit fucking, three at a time, in my mouth, ass, and pussy while I jacked the other two off with my hands.   That was some night.   I was covered with cum and pussy juice at the end.   They left in the morning saying nice things about me – about what a good cock sucker I was and how good my ass was to fuck and how talented I was to be able to take care of all of them at once.   They all said they wanted to do it again.   And we have, though not with as many at one time.   The last time I was with two of the guys and one brought his wife.   A really cute red head, really hot.   It was my first time with a woman and I really enjoyed it and I tried to make sure she did too.   He wanted her to have sex with another woman and since I had made it clear to these guys that I was open to anything, he asked if I was willing to have sex with her.   She was a little hesitant at first but eventually, with me licking her cunt and fingering her she got into it.   We kissed and used my toys on each other for several hours while her husband jacked off.   But that is another story and this one has gone on long enough.

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"200 damn emails and not one worth reading!" I complained. Being on five different mailing lists can get irritating sometimes.

You had just gone in to take a shower, so I decided to scan through my email. Nothing for me personally so I went to one of those erotic story sites to pass the time. I found one that looked interesting and began to read. About halfway through, I star
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ted to get really turned on. I could feel my clit start to throb, wanting attention. I wanted to slip my hand down and make myself cum, but I decided to wait and let you do the job.

I was almost finished with the story when I heard the water turn off. A minute later you came out and walked across the kitchen towards me in your towel.

"Whatcha reading?" you asked.

"Just a story. Its actually pretty good, its making me horny," I answered, laughing. I pulled your towel to bring you closer to me. I looked up at you, admiring your gorgeous body. Your black hair was still glistening with water.

"Oops!" I exclaimed when I purposely made it fall to the ground. "Look what I did."

I grinned up at you as you positioned yourself in front of me. I leaned forward, staying seated in the chair as you stood above me. I started to get excited, knowing anyone could walk by your window that has no curtains and see what I was about to do. It was already dark out, but there was still a lot of traffic coming in and out of the 24-hour grocery store across the street. I'm sure the glow from the computer screen lit up the room enough to see us from the outside.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around your already hard cock, lifting it to get full access to your balls. I love licking and sucking on them. I moistened my tongue and slowly licked at them ever so lightly. You just shaved them, and I tasted the shaving cream you had used. I felt you bring your hands to my hair to pull my ponytail free. My strawberry blond hair cascaded down my shoulders. You ran your fingers through my hair and moaned. I've always loved the feeling of someone playing with my hair. I could feel my scalp tingle from your touch.

I then directed my tongue to your cock, which was obviously waiting for my mouth. I started at the base and slowly licked up to the head. I circled my tongue around the tip and then licked back down. I teased it for a moment, feeling it spasm every so often. I moistened my mouth again and wrapped my lips around the head again, sucking it unhurriedly and rolling my tongue around it.

"I want to feel it against your throat" you moaned.

At your request, I slowly brought your cock deeper into my mouth, rubbing my tongue ring around underneath. Ignoring my gag reflex that is sometimes a nuisance, I felt it go deep into my throat. I pulled back, my lips tight around it, my mouth sucking gently. I brought you back in, a little faster and deeper this time.

I felt your fingers pressing into my scalp as if to make me work faster. Instead, I continued for a while at my leisurely pace. I brought my hands up from your thighs, reaching around to grab your ass.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good!" you muttered. I started to suck harder, moving my mouth up an down a bit faster, taking you in as deep as I possibly could. My heart pounded and I could feel my pussy get wet, soaking through my panties. I was wishing your cock was fucking it hard.

I opened my eyes and noticed a woman across the street, sitting on the curb looking in our direction. I assume she was waiting for someone to pick her up because she has all her groceries bagged up in a shopping cart to her left. I got very excited by someone watching us. I was surprised that I didn't stop out of embarrassment.

I didn't want you to cum, so I slowed down and eventually released my mouth from your cock. I stood up slowly, kissing your stomach and chest, working my way up to your mouth. My lips found yours and opened to meet your tongue. We kissed for a minute, and you began walking me over to the kitchen counter. I felt your fingers going to work on my jeans, fiddling with the button and undoing it. You pulled the zipper down and reached inside my panties. Your fingers plunged inside my pussy, my hot juices making it slippery.

"Damn, baby. Why are you so wet?" you asked me. I said nothing, just moaned, pushing my weight down harder on your fingers, making you go deeper. "Behave," you whispered in my ear, biting at my earlobe. I backed up against the counter, placing my hands on it behind me for balance. Your free hand went under my shirt to my breast and pinched at my nipple, gently tugging at the hoop I have pierced through it.

"Mmm..." I moaned, "Pinch it harder." You squeezed my erect nipple between your thumb and index finger, rolling it around and hardening your pressure.

Your other finger started to rub at my swollen clit. I moaned louder, bringing my hand down to your cock and squeezing it. "I need you to fuck me!" I begged.

"You want my cock?" you asked.

"Uhhh huhhhh...." I said.

"Then you better behave."

You lowered yourself down to your knees and pulled my jeans down along with my panties. I lifted each leg up one by one to help you take them off. I stood there, naked from the waist down as you brought your face in between my thighs. I spread my legs a little to allow you access to my smooth, shaved pussy. I felt you bring your fingers back up to it and push them inside of me while your mouth sucked at my clit.

"You must want it bad, your pussy is hot and dripping wet!" you told me.

"Yessss..." I sighed and pulled your head back to me. You sucked at my clit harder and drove your fingers in deeper. I pushed down and met each thrust of you hand anxiously.

I opened my eyes again and saw the woman still sitting there. This time she was smoking a cigarette. A man came walking down the sidewalk. He looked down at the woman, and glanced in our direction, curiously wondering what she was looking at. He looked across the street at us. I saw his jaw drop and he quickly scurried away, obviously quite shocked.

I thought to myself, "What the hell, I'll give them a real show." I took off my shirt, which was already damp with my sweat and dropped it on the kitchen floor. I wasn't wearing a bra so I was now fully naked. You stopped, looking up at me, and then proceeded to turn me around as you stood back up. I leaned forward against the counter. You pressed your back against me, taking hold of your cock and rubbing my pussy with it.

"Still want it?" you said in my ear, kissing my neck. I could feel your fingers digging into the skin on my waist.

I replied by pressing myself against you harder and reaching around, clawing at your ass with my nails. "Oh, God yesssss... Fuck me hard, fuck me good, please?" I begged you. My body was shaking with anticipation. I was extremely turned on knowing the woman across the street was watching. I wanted to make this something she would never forget. I wondered if you knew she was there.

I could feel your cock stiff between my legs. Of course, you had to tease me with it, rubbing at my slit before finally pushing yourself inside me. You placed your hands on my hips and slowly sawed in and out of me.

"Oh, you are so tight. Your pussy feels so good." I felt you biting at my shoulder.

I started to fuck you harder, making your cock go as deep as it could. You reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling it tight with your fist.

"Didn't I ask you to behave?" you growled in my ear.

I whimpered and slowed my pace. You brought your finger around to my clit again and rubbed at it while your cock plunged in and out of my pussy slowly. Unexpectedly you stopped. I froze, wondering what you were doing. All of the sudden I felt you pound into my cunt. I heard your balls slap against me. You slowly pulled out again and thrust it back inside. Harder this time, as hard as you could. I started to scream out and push myself harder and faster on your cock. I could feel my juices start to run down my legs. You started to rub harder at my clit, and I felt myself begin to cum. My knees began shaking and I started to feel dizzy.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum....fuck me harder...faster!!!!" I cried. I could feel it start to roll in waves through out my body, building up until I screamed out. "OH GOD!!!" I shouted as my orgasm shook my body. You felt me tremble and more juices ran from my pussy, making your cock slip out.

I turned around and hopped up onto the counter, scooting my ass to the edge until I was barely on it. I glanced out the window. There she was, still sitting there, watching.

You stood between my legs and wasted no time ramming your cock back inside of me, pumping in and out like a wild animal. I wrapped my legs around your waist and balanced on my arms to fuck you faster. I found your mouth with my lips and hungrily thrust my tongue into your mouth. I bit down on your bottom lip, sucking as I released it. I could hear you moaning, your nails were clawing into my back, breaking the skin and leaving red marks everywhere. You pulled me harder onto your cock. "Fuck Misty, I'm going to cum!"

Our chests pressed together, slippery and hot, our bodies were so wet with sweat. I gripped the counter edge tighter with my hands so I wouldn't slide off. You clung onto me, pumping harder and harder, about to explode inside of me. You reached for my hair again and grabbed onto it, pulling at it roughly. I froze when you did this, and you buried your head in my neck and groaned. I could feel your cock pulse from your orgasm as you stood there, slowing down and trying to push inside deeper. I tightened my pussy around it as your cum shot up inside of me. Finally, you let go of my hair and stood there for a moment, not moving, your cock still pulsing.

"Oh my God!" you said when you finally pulled out. You wrapped your arms around me, as I sat there panting, desperately trying to catch my breath. You kissed me hard on the lips and then lowered you face down to my pussy. You bent over and began lapping up our cum, cleaning up the mess with your tongue.

I looked over to the woman, who was loading the last bag of her groceries into the bed of a blue truck. She looked over at me as she climbed in the passenger side. My eyes met with hers for only a second before she quickly shut the door as the driver sped off.

I looked back down at you and pulled your face up to mine to kiss you after a moment of your gentle licks. I tasted myself on your lips mixed with the saltiness from your cum. We stayed there for a while, kissing and catching our breaths and finally I slid off the counter.

"Did you notice the woman across the street?" you asked me.

"I did. I was quite excited knowing she was watching us the whole time." I answered, smiling.

"Oh really?!" You sounded surprised.

"Oh yeah. It was very exciting! I've never done anything like that before. I can't believe it turned me on so much" I said to you as I walked towards the bedroom door.

You laughed and smiled, following me into bed.

Instant Messanger Love

justjim on Cyber Stories

I knew what you wanted, and I know what you need…

I could feel it....though we had just met...intimate strangers...known only through words written across a moniter...intimate strangers...that shared secrets over the miles...over the wires...connections...phone lines...shared pieces of ourselve

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s...pieces now drawing together to fill the whole.....

she was her… from that first moment their eyes met… they were one… strangers meeting, but alone in the crowd… he had seen her pictures… intimate and chaste… but, from first sight her knew also that his suspicions were true… this woman had no concept, no acceptance of her true beauty and worth… 

she knew he had walked away from it all… he would no longer be an image from afar… she knew he had accepted the teaching post here… the time had come for him to share all he had learned and experienced with the new generation… she knew all but so little of him…

i could smell the need....that acrid odor of sex denied for too long...of teasing gone beyond endurance....pheromones spewing forth....finding the one that will satisfy the urge....will quench the thirst.....

their initial touching… so intimate in the midst of the terminal… eyes locked, speaking the volumes… words on a screen… the prelude to this dance that would take them… to…

electric...the air was alive...sparks of lust dancing between us....hands wanting to explore...tongues wanting to taste....bodies aching to grind together in an obscene and abandoned dance.....losing ourselves in the love...in the passion......

and we....me....so unsure.....

quiet....

each lost in thoughts as the car drove through the city....traffic slow...impossibly slow...seeming to stop....to keep us from what must be....the drive mostly quiet....lost in thought....fear.....each in a world....unsure.....inane small talk.....i don't even recall the subject...mind racing...afraid to look into your eyes...afraid of what i might find there....only the heat in the pit of my stomach....the moisture soaking my panties....my scent..i know filling the car....announcing...screaming my desire for you...

they spoke of many things… but those that must needs be understood… left unsaid… each lost in the other’s presence but also in their own thoughts… for the last time? It had all the feelings of so… it had all the promise of what each needed and wanted from the other and from the one of them…

and home.....

my hand shaking as i slid the key in the lock....as i opened the door....and allowed you a view of my private world......fear once again clawing at my heart.....what would you think?  how would you react?....

we sat quietly talking..eye contact on my part...avoided...trembling...and praying you didn't see...didn't notice how frightened i was....how utterly insecure...i was...just being in your presence.....how completely vulnerable......

her home… yes, he thought… it is her… it like her beauty compliments her and reflects her strengths and weaknesses… her functional grace and deep beauty of her body, her soul all laid bare to him in a glance… her incredibly unnecessary insecurities so obvious in their demeanor… she would, she must learn what he already knows… she must accept the reality of the her he perceives… 

it is here that their destinies will be decided… the talk still not giving voice to all that is between… the building tensions of unconcealed lust beginning to rage within each… but, still within two individuals… though, this to was undergoing its own changes… the evolution that was their dance well begun…

i got up to make you a drink....

standing there in the kitchen...my heart racing....my breath barely controlled....doing what i know by route.....filling the glass with ice.....and you....suddenly behind me...i didn't even see you move...your hands...your beautiful hands...softly...gently....pulling my hair aside.....gentle strokes...flowing across my shoulders....my breath caught....unable to release the air....unable to draw in new....

she leaves to break the spell and busy herself at familiar tasks… he watches her retreat and cannot bare the parting… he silently follows… he needs to see her at her labors… observe her at simple mind numbing tasks… as he comes up behind her his hands take on a life of their own… he must touch her… intimately but chaste… her hair, her beautiful neck… unadorned, for now… he kneads her shoulders with his strong, knowing fingers… feeling the tensions melt as is his desire… 

your hands....kneading my shoulders....my back....my body screaming....wanting to fold into your arms.....needing to be held....your body inches from mine.....familiar.....yet....so foreign....

and i turned...leaned against you....laid my head on your chest....could hear the soft murmur of your heart.....i could breath again....the air flowing to my lungs...bringing with it...your maddening scent.....

you hooked a finger under my chin...and raised my face to you....bent low to me...your lips..just brushing mine....

he lifts her chin… brushes her lips with his… the tensions magnify not abate… he can taste from this touch that her needs are as his…. She fits his arms and he has known for so long she would… their dance quickens… in the stillness of their pose…

mY! god!  do you know what that first kiss did to me?  do you have any idea what that soft gentle motion caused within my body?...utter and complete chaos...i think i softly moaned...as your lips pressed so lightly....and i...so willing...so eager....so scared.....

i lost my knees...my heart thudded...my head grew light...and i thought surely i would not be able to stand another touch....that i would slip into oblivion....happily....knowing the taste of you....

your mouth...exploring mine...your tongue...flicking...experienced...bringing forth the passion...urging my body to respond....

and oh! god!  ...it did...

my hands slid up your chest....over your shoulders....around your neck.....fingers combing through your hair....body pressing to yours.....surrender complete.....to your will.....so natural....as if it was meant to be.....and of course..it was......

you broke that first embrace......

backing away from the intensity of that first embrace… knowing that the tensions and needs would only quicken… the surrender… so total and natural… the dance nearing completion in its evolution to forever… he returns to the living room, knowing she must follow and knowing of her need to be his… need to show them both the completeness of their growing oneness… she would follow… she must as a sign of her acceptance of them…

the master of torment....you walked back to the couch...and i followed....your drink in hand....

how did i get on my knees before you?....i remember only that i was leaning into your lap...my cheek against your rising manhood.....asking....i remember asking what you desired....and i remember your response....

two words....spoken softly...tension rising.....

"taste me".....

you stood....i unbuckled your belt....unbuttoned your slacks...unzipped...and reached up to the beltline....pulling then down.....they gathered around your knees.....

and i kneeling....my gaze caught....i couldn't believe....

your cock...so beautiful....semi rigid....my mouth engulfing...sucking at you hungrily...my tongue cradling....stroking the underside of the shaft...lips pulling you into me....glorious!...rapture!...the taste of your sex flooding me....

my hands at your hips....stroking your ass...fingers digging into soft flesh..pulling you deeper into my eager mouth....and feeling you grow....feeling you harden against my tongue....sliding back my throat....

heaven...your cock...your hips pumping into my mouth....the surprise of how it felt...

cockhead mushroomed....shaft steel velvet....the base thick...oh god..so thick...my lips wide to accept it......your balls......tight against your body........

your hands gripping my head....your breath gasps...bending over me....your hands pulling me hard against you....hoarse whispers.....

"God, noooooo not yet....."

and the explosion in my mouth....sucking hard..your cock jerking...spilling the sweet nectars....pulling the sweet orgasm from you....drinking your pleasure in great gulps....hungry for more....swallowing every musky pulse...spilling not a drop.....

mine....yes...oh god yes....mine....the sweet taste of you....flooding my senses....my body screaming out for more....my hand gripping your cock...milking the last drop of your seed....tongue flicking...circling the tiny slit....your cock growing flaccid once again....

mine....yes..oh god yes....mine.....

his head begins to clear from the lust driven insanity she caused… he asked and she responded in ways he now fully understands… the questions that plagued him… drove him to this place…

Unasked… no way to broach such a subject with an e-mail friend… to close to the core of the journey they may have begun… when they first began to use an instant messenger… he thought, from her words… spoken - unspoken to a him, she knew not… so never the questions asked… while both gave the answers as ghosts on the Net… to one another?  But, so much left unsaid…. And then…

his plane was met by only one… so many people coming going, greeting, departing, saying their hello/goodbyes… but, only one there… her waiting for him… and, he saw… the drive… he remembers her scent… her nervousness… 

his outward calm… belying the inner knowing… the inner knowing… he could not wait to touch her… innocently… as she prepared his drink… knowing that between them, never would there be innocence… 

his touch… her response… the die was cast… his order… merely a request… her response… her need, her desire… unspoken… no need for words… between them, ever again… 

he draws her up into his arms and they both know… without words the both accept… she is His… she is His… no question… He is the One she has sought… she has found her One… her eyes tell Him what He has known… 

They are One… now… forever… united, totally as One… forever…

E-Mail Sex Slave - Part 2

Janet2 on Cyber Stories

OBSERVATIONS:

Perhaps you have read her earlier story.   If so you know that Nickie has, for a little less than a year, been trained via e-mail to be her Masterââ

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‚¬â„¢s sex slave.   Since all of the training has been done through the internet, she had never met him in person, however she did follow his instructions faithfully and has become much more aware of her sexuality, as have many others.   Nickie is Eurasian, born in the USA , the daughter of two foreign nationals, the father, a French citizen whose parents were Aisian , the mother from a prominent Swedish family.   They had met, fallen in love, married and worked as senior foreign correspondents for a large European news agency.    Shortly after their marriage they were transferred to the USA where their only child, Nickie, was born. They were killed in a freak traffic accident during Nickie’s Sophomore year at school, leaving her financially independent, in trust for her until her 21 st birthday.   From her mother she had acquired a fiercely competitive streak that required her to do her best at everything she attempted.   And her best was very, very good.   She was convinced that once she set her mind to a task, there was nothing that she could not conquer.   Now at 19 years of age, she is strikingly attractive, her Asian ancestry contributing to her olive complexion and almond shaped eyes, her Nordic ancestry her blond hair, blue green eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and perfect teeth below a small but authoritarian nose.   Her hair is worn long and straight, reaching below mid back.   She is naturally athletic and trim, but worked at staying in shape by a regular regime of jogging and workouts at a local gym.   She is a tall girl, 5’ 7”, and consistently weighs between 125 and 130 lbs.   Her measurements, 35-24-36, belie   her true appearance, for she is broad shouldered with average sized breasts.   The breasts are, however, perfectly shaped with just the slightest hint of sag, as to confirm the existence of gravity, small well defined areola with nipples that hardened to firm eraser like nubs when aroused.   Her buttocks are, in her mind, too large and she has tried various exercises to reduce their size, but managed only to make them extremely firm and all the more attractive in the eyes of others.   Men as well as women take notice when Nickie enters a room.   In spite of her beauty, obvious to others, as is the case with many beautiful women she does not consider herself beautiful.   Oh, she knows she is attractive enough, but thinks, no raving beauty.

 

Her submission to her e-mail master in no way diminished her self confidence or, in her own mind, her sense of independence.   She initially considered her submission an intriguing game to be played as long as it was fun.   She knew she didn’t have to do as told and what harm could come from someone who didn’t know her real identity and whom she would certainly never meet, or so she thought initially.   It would be fun to see what he envisioned for her.   So she started.   As time passed and she was rewarded with pleasure at performing each of the tasks he gave her, she began to consider each new instruction a challenge to see if she could perform it to his satisfaction.   Each time she completed a task, she felt such a sense of accomplishment and reward that she looked forward to either new challenges or to repeating others.   In this way, Nickie became his true submissive sex slave, either through his unique ability to read her true desires from her replies to him, or to pure dumb luck at finding one so completely receptive to his manipulation.  

 

Now to Nickie – in her own words:

 

I believe the greatest benefit to me in this relationship with my Master has been the realization that I can enjoy sex so much more if I know I am pleasing my partner, giving him or her pleasure thereby enhancing my own.   I still perform some version of my nightly routine of self stimulation on those nights that I am not otherwise occupied and I believe that this keeps me in a heightened state of arousal most of the time.   Through my contact with my Master I have come to realize that I simply love sex in all it’s forms and revel in the challenge of ensuring my partner loves sex with me.   As the chapter in my life that covered my years as a student, both at the university and possibly as a student of my Master’s, came to a close, I knew it was time for decisions.   But initially, I was just relieved that school was over and thought that I did not really have to make any big decisions right away.   I could just play for a while, mark time until I was ready to move on to that next chapter in my life, whatever it might be.   Well – that’s not exactly the way it turned out.

 

I had just graduated from the university that I have attended for three years.   I was looking forward to getting it over with and celebrating afterwards.   I got up that morning to get ready to go to graduation ceremonies, removed the large butt plug that I now insert each night after my routine and took my shower.   I took the small butt plug and slipped it into my ass.   I really like the feeling of being filled back there and usually have something in my ass most of the time.   I brushed my hair and applied a little minimal makeup.   Then tried to decide what to wear under my graduation gown.   The gown was black, made of relatively thin but not transparent material, floor length, and zipped up the front.  

 

‘You know,’ I thought, ‘I don’t have to wear anything at all underneath.’  

 

I mean – the gown certainly covered me and the day promised to be warm.   I might have to be a little careful when sitting since the zipper only started just above my knees, but sitting I would be able to show a bit of leg and thigh.   This appealed to me and my exhibitionist tendencies so I put the robe on and zipped up the front.   My nipples were erect from my thoughts of going to graduation this way and were quite apparent through the thin fabric.   I practiced sitting in front of my mirror.   I unzipped the top of the gown a bit to show just a bit of cleavage and looked at myself.   Satisfied, I put on my shoes, relatively modest heels, and put   the mortar board on and pinned it to my hair.   We were expected to be at the arena by 9:00 AM and it was 8:30, so I left the apartment and walked the short distance to campus.  

 

I arrived, found my place in line, and waited for the march into the arena.   I was graduating, Summa Cum Laude, with a 3.98 GPR and so was in with the group of honor graduates positioned between two guys that I knew.   We had been in a couple of the same classes together this last semester.   I had spent the night with both of them a few weeks earlier and we had gotten to know each other really well.   They were well aware of my reputation, as were many others in the arena that day.   As I arrived and took my place between them, they each gave me a hug and a kiss.   Chuck is an anachronism, a very smart guy who played on the football team.   As he hugged me, his hand went to my ass and squeezed it playfully.   I grinned and stuck my tongue out at him.  

 

“Just cool it, Chuck,” I said. “This isn’t the time or place.   Maybe later. K?”

 

“You name the time and place and I’ll be there,” he replied.   As I talked with him I felt another hand on my ass, turned and to find James, a big grin on his face.  

 

“You feel fine this morning, sugar,” he said.   “In fact, feels like I’m feeling the real you underneath that robe.   Don’t tell me that’s all you have on,” he added in a whisper.   James is another football player, big, black, and smart as a whip.   And did I mention big.   Six feet nine inches tall, 250 lbs., about 9 inches long and very thick.

 

“Of course it isn’t the only thing I have on.   See.” I pulled up the hem of the robe and looked down to display my feet. “I also have shoes on.” I smiled shyly at him from under the edge of the mortar board.

 

“My mistake, sugar.   You certainly do have shoes on.   I just hope you don’t have to stand in front of any really bright lights.   That robe’s pretty thin.”   He said, grinning more broadly

 

“Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll be OK.   At least I shouldn’t get too warm,” I said, smiling back at him.  

 

Grinning even more broadly, he said, “Wouldn’t count on that.”

 

The music started for our processional and we began to shuffle forward to the entrance to the arena.   Chuck behind me and James in front.   As we moved forward, stopped, and moved forward repeatedly, I could feel Chucks erection press against my back.   As I bumped into James in front of me, I felt his hands cup my pussy and rub it up and down a few times.   He had his hands innocently clasped behind his back at just the right level.   By the time we entered the arena and the march to our seats picked up, I was really warm.

 

As I sat down I pulled the robe up so that it fell on either sid of my legs.   I crossed my legs loosely, as always, conscious of my Master’s instructions to never let my thighs touch when sitting.    In this way anyone sitting across from me could look up my skirt or dress, or in this case, my robe.   Of course there was no one across from me now but sitting this way has become, as I am sure my Master intended, second nature to me now.

 

As the ceremony started, both James and Chuck reached over and each one put a hand in my lap.   I uncrossed my legs and spread them a little.   I covered both of their hands with mine and it looked like we were just holding hands, but beneath my hands, theirs were busy, stroking me.   I adjusted my position to allow them better access and tried to keep from squirming around too much.   But eventually, as we waited, I WAS squirming all around on that chair.   I let out a low moan and pushed both of their hands away.  

 

“Sorry, guys.” I whispered,   “But you were going to cause me to make a scene.   You already have me so hot I’ll be lucky to be able to walk when its time to get my diploma, not to mention the wet spot that’s now on my robe.”

 

“You think you’ll have trouble walking?   Try it with the boner that I have right now,” James whispered back.   Knowing James’ size in that area, I could imagine, but just grinned at him as Chuck chuckled quietly.

 

Before I knew it we were standing in line waiting for our name to be called for us to climb to the stage and receive our diplomas.   Chucks name was called.   Then I heard “Nicole Renee Schau, Summa Cum Laude”.   I climbed to the stage and walked to shake the hand of the President of the university and receive my diploma.   He smiled and shook my hand as he handed me the orange case containing my diploma.

 

“Congratulations, Nickie,” he said as he held my hand.   To my surprise, he continued, “I hope you realize that you are a special young lady, a pearl as it were, and the world really can be your oyster.”   He continued to hold my hand, expecting some comment from me I suppose.   I was so surprised that he seemed to know me that I really didn’t know what to say.

 

“Thank you, sir,” I managed, “I appreciate that a lot.”   I tried to disengage my hand from his but he held it a moment longer.  

 

“I know that class rankings have not been made public yet but wanted to tell you personally that you are ranked number one in the class of 975 students.   Again, congratulations and best wishes, Nickie.”   He released my hand.   I stood somewhat dumbfounded.  

 

“Wow!” I said somewhat breathlessly.   It was all I could say.

 

“Yeah, WOW is right,” he said.

 

I turned and left the stage.   I didn’t want to stay for the rest of the ceremony.   I had some big celebrating to do.   I turned right at the exit and walked out of the arena and went straight to Dave’s.

 

 

Observations:

 

Zantha had arrived in the little college town that morning, driving up from Atlanta .   She was looking for Nickie but all she had to go on was the fact that she frequented a bar where the owner’s name was Dave.   She had a room reserved at a local motel but didn’t intend to use it unless she couldn’t find Nickie.   She drove through the small downtown, passing several bars, obviously catering to the college crowd.   She parked and entered one of the smaller taverns, reasoning that Nickie wouldn’t choose a big place.   She walked to the bar and took a vacant seat at the end.  

 

Zantha was a striking brunette.   She was about 5’4” tall, her dark hair was glossy and straight, cut to the shape of her face, parted in the middle and curving in softly at the nape of her neck.   Her eyes were pale, lined with black, her mouth wide and sensual.   Men noticed her.  

 

The men in the tavern noticed her as she entered and walked purposefully to her seat.   The bartender came over and asked, “what can I get you, ma’am?”  

 

“A glass of Chardonnay, please,” she answered.   He served her the glass of wine and returned to the other end of the bar where he was watching a television with several other men.   Apparently they were watching the graduation carried on one of the local cable stations.  

 

“Hot damn, it is her.   It was Nickie.   You see how long he’s taking with her,” one of them said.   Zantha was immediately interested in the conversation.   She glanced up at the TV to see a tall blonde girl leaving the stage.   Of course.   Nickie was graduating this semester.   That must be her

 

“Yeah,” the bartender replied, “she’s supposed to be some sort of brainy bitch and I guess she must be.   I don’t understand why she is so wild, or how she does so well in school all things considered.”

 

Zantha quickly finished her wine and signaled the bartender for another glass.   As he delivered it she said “What was that about the girl who just got her diploma?   I assume you guys know her and, as it happens, I’m looking for a girl named Nickie regarding a legal matter.   Can you tell me where I could find her?”

 

“Yeah, sure.   My name’s Jimmy by the way and, yes, we do know Nickie around here.   She just graduated in the current senior class with all sorts of honors.   That’s what we were talking about.   So she will probably be looking to celebrate a bit .   You can probably find her at Dave’s later.”

 

“Well Jimmy – I’m Zantha, and yes, I understand she frequents Dave’s quite often.   Can you tell me how to find it?” Zantha asked.

 

“Well, you are almost there,” answered Jimmy.   “Dave’s place is just around the corner, off the main drag.   Take a left out the door here, then left at the next street and go about two blocks.   Dave’s is in the middle of the next block on the left.   Can’t miss it.”

 

“Thanks a lot, Jimmy,” said Zantha as she smiled inwardly.   This was going to be easier than she had thought.

 

In her own words:

My hurried walk to Dave’s took only a few minutes and as I entered Dave spotted me, jumped the bar and grabbed me in a bear hug, lifted me off the ground and slung me around.   “Damn woman, graduating with honors.   You are something else gal – you must be about to bust with pride!” Dave shouted.   Others at the bar were clapping and cheering.

 

“Jeeze, thanks Dave – and all you guys.   Yeah, I am pretty happy about things right now.   I can’t stay though.   Gotta go get outta this robe.   Just wanted to stop by and show you my diploma and what a real graduate looks like,”   I gushed.

 

“Well they coulda given you a prize for being the prettiest too.   Thanks for coming by and showing us your all dressed up self..   You be back later I hope?” Dave asked.

 

“Sure – soon as I get changed I’ll be back.”   I told him as I gave him a kiss and turned and left for my apartment.

 

Observations:

Nickie rushed to her apartment and changed.   She took off the robe and chose a mini skirt that barely covered her ass.   No panties.   An almost sheer blouse that buttoned up the front with no bra.   She left the top three buttons undone.   She applied minimal makeup as was her habit and left for Dave’s

 

As soon as she arrived she could see Dave at the bar.   He looked at her with a serious expression.   She could tell he was concerned about something.

 

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked as she sat at the bar.

 

“See that gal in the booth over there?” He said.   “She is here to see you.   She said she was here to meet you at a ‘Kim’s’ request.   Isn’t that the name of the guy you’ve been e-mailing with?”

 

Nickie was surprised.   She looked over and saw a beautiful brunette sitting in the booth.   “Kim? Yeah, sure, that’s him.   You sure she said ‘Kim’?” I asked.   “I don’t know what this is about but I better find out.”   She said as she turned to go to the booth.

 

“Take care, girl.”   Dave said as she left the bar.

 

Nickie walked to the booth and stood beside the woman.   “I understand you are looking for me – and that you are here at Kim’s request?   Are you really from Kim?,” she asked.

 

“Ahhh, Nickie.   Sooooo nice to meet you at last.” The brunette said.   “Yes, I’m here at Master Kim’s instructions.   Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it.” She said.

 

Nickie took a seat opposite her.   Smiling she said, “You are as beautiful as your pictures.   Master wanted me to see if I could find you and verify the things you have told him.   From what I have found out, it seems, so far at least, that you have been truthful.   Relax, Nickie, I’m a friend.   My name is Zantha.   I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do but we do need to talk.”

 

Nickie didn’t know how to respond.   Here was a personal contact with her e-mail master.   Something she had not planned on.   But she was intrigued with the idea of finding out more.   “OK,” she replied, “I don’t know you or how you found me – but I’m willing to listen.”

 

“Oh Niickie, it was pretty easy to find you.   There isn’t but one large university in this part of the state and we knew you frequented ‘Dave’s’, sooo ----.   Anyway, whatever happens from here on out will be up to you.   Now do not interrupt.   We DO have things to discuss.   Speak only in response to a question, understood?”

 

“Ohhh Kayyyy,” said Nickie, hesitantly.

 

“Alright,” began Zantha, “Our Master thinks it is time for you to experience hands on training.   I have been in Atlanta on a business trip for him and since I was going to be so close, he thought this would be a good time to start, especially since you have just finished school.   Now let me outline the proposal for you.   You do not have to agree but if you do not, all contact with him or me will cease.   You may agree initially and then at anytime during the course of your hands on training you may decide to quit, but again, all contact will then cease.  

 

“Now, your training.   It will begin with me, starting here and now.   I will stay here with you for one week giving you an idea of what your training will be like.   Then, assuming you continue, we will visit Master Kim himself.   He plans to be in the Atlanta area starting a week from tomorrow.   Your training will not include any serious physical harm but may involve minor punishment, at my or our Master’s discretion, from time to time if warranted.   You must obey all instructions without question or hesitation.   You will inform Dave that you are under my care from now on and unless you tell him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see you for a while.   You may tell him you will contact him once per week, if you so desire, to ease his mind about your well being.   Do you understand all that I have said so far?”

 

“I think so,” said Nickie, “but will any of this be in writing?”

 

“The contract you have already signed is all that we need.   You have already agreed to this.   Even though this is the first hands on contact you have had, the contract remains in force and applies to in person contact as well as e-mail contact.   Any more questions?   -   No?   Well, what is your answer.”

 

Surprised at the abrupt tone, Nickie says, “Now – you want my answer right now?   Can’t I have a little while to think about it?”

 

“Nickie, I asked if you had more questions and you did not respond.   Now you ask another question.   Not good, Nickie.   But yes, you can have a little time to think about your answer.   Sit here and think while I go to the ladies room.   I will tell you this.   If you do not accept this proposal, you will, in my opinion, be missing a wonderful life experience, one I truly believe you will enjoy.   I will expect your answer when I return.”   With that, Zantha leaves the booth.  

 

Nickie isn’t sure what to do.   The thought of actually having a Master, or in this case, a Mistress, direct her actions is titillating.   She really does not have any definite plans for the immediate future, and, she thinks, she can always quit if things get too kinky.   OK. She decides to do it just as Zantha returns.

 

“Your answer,” Zantha says as she resumes her seat.

 

“”Ok, I’ll do it,” says Nickie.   “Should I go tell Dave now?”

 

“You will tell Dave when I tell you to tell Dave.   You will not do anything at all this week unless directed by me, and that includes speaking unless I ask a question or give permission.   Is that understood?”

 

Nickie nods mutely.  

 

“Now, stand here in front of me.”   Nickie gets up and stands in front of Zantha.   Zantha reaches over and lifts Nickie’s skirt.   “Good.   No panties.   Just as I expected from what you have told our Master.   You are a slut, Nickie.”   Leaving the skirt raised, Zantha grips the front of Nickie’s blouse and pulls her forward making her bend at the waist.   She unbuttons all of the buttons on the blouse and then ties the front together, folding the collar and sides of front of the blouse under to expose most of her chest.   Nickie’s nipples are just covered, the sides of each breast exposed, straining against the tight material.  

 

“Remain in this position.” Zantha says as she releases her hold on the blouse.   She reaches into her briefcase, pulls out a red nylon dog collar and fastens it around Nickie’s neck.   “I see you wear our Master’s onchk.   Good.   He will be pleased.   Now   you will also wear his collar.   Now one more thing.” She says as she retrieves a slender gold colored chain from the briefcase.   It is light in weight, about 5 feet long with delicate links, but quite strong.   She attaches this to the collar.   “Stand.” She says.

 

Neckie   stands, the chain looping down, its end in Zantha’s hand.   “Pull your skirt down you little tramp.   You want to get arrested?” Zantha hisses.   Nickie does as instructed.   “Now let’s go see Dave.”

 

Zantha rises and leads Nickie to the bar. “Tell him.” She says to Nickie.

 

Dave sees them and comes over to them at the bar.   “Need something, ladies?” he asks, his expression one of concern.

 

Nickie tells him that she is going to be with Zantha for a while and unless she tells him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see her for a while.   She does tell him that she will contact him once per week to let him know she is ok.

 

With that, Zantha pulls on the chain and they head for the door of the bar.

 

  ********************

In her own words:

 

We arrived at my apartment in our separate cars, she following me.   As I got out of my car she opened her trunk.   “Get the bags and carry them for me,” She said.  

 

I did as I was told.   There were two bags, one obviously her suitcase, the other like a tool satchel.   As we approached the steps, me struggling under the weight of the two bags, she told me to stop.   I stopped and turned toward her.   She looked at me appraisingly and then reached down and pulled up my skirt and tucked into the waistband, exposing everything below my waist   My ass and pussy were now on display.

 

“Much better,” she said.   “Now onward and upward.”

 

I climbed the stairs in front of her as she looked at my bare ass wiggling up the stairs.

 

“OK, open the door.” she said as I set the bags down and got my key.   I opened the door, picked up the bags and we went inside.   As I placed the bags on the floor of the living room she said, “Where is your computer?”

 

“In the extra bedroom.   I use it as sort of my study area.” I replied.  

 

“Show me.” She said.   We walked to the extra bedroom and Zantha sat at the desk in front of the computer.

 

“OK, take the suitcase and satchel and put them in your bedroom.   Then come back here.”   I did as I was told.  

 

When I returned, she looked at me with a smile on her face. “Now let’s see whether you remember one of the easy commands.   Strip, Nicole.”  

 

For some reason I was nervous.   Don’t know if I was afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw or if I was just embarrassed.   I have undressed before so many others that I should not have minded at all, but this was the first time I was doing it as the result of a direct command from someone else.   It didn’t take me long to remove the few pieces of clothing I had on – my top, skirt, and my shoes and socks.   Nervous, I did it as slowly and sexy as I could, mindful of the instructions relating to this command. Then I stood in front of her.   She looked at me appraisingly.

 

“Not bad, Nickie.   You are quite pretty.   But your striping technique can use some work.   Remember, it should be a strip tease, sensual, intended to arouse the watcher.”   She continued, “Now, while you are in this apartment, you will wear nothing, except,” she paused, smiling at me, “shoes.   I understand you do own a pair of heels? Get them.”

 

I went to my closet and carried the 3 inch heels I had purchased at my Master’s instruction back to her.   Though I had bought them some time ago, I rarely wore them and was not particularly comfortable in them.

 

“Let me see them.”   I handed them to her.   “Well, these will have to do for the time being.   I’ll get you a new pair.   In fact I will need to do some shopping for you later as well.   For now – put these on.”   I took the shoes and started to sit down beside her on the sofa.   “No.   Either stand   or sit on the floor.”   I sat on the floor and put on the shoes.   “Now stand.” I did.   “We are going to have a lot of rules while I am here with you this week.   That’s the first.   You are not allowed to sit on any piece of furniture.   You will either stand or sit or crawl on the floor.   A few others.   You will be nude at all times while in the apartment unless I direct otherwise.   You will speak only when spoken to and then only to answer a direct question.   During the day you will at all times wear those shoes until I can get you another pair.   At night you will wear a special shoe that I have brought for you.   You will keep your gaze directed at the floor unless otherwise instructed.   Understood?” she said.

 

I nodded my understanding.   Zantha moved the chair to the side of the desk and motioned for me to stand beside her.   We were both facing the computer and she put her arm around my waist.   “Show me how you connect to the internet,” she said as she stroked the side of my hip.   Her hand dropped to my ass and then to the inside of my thigh, lightly running her hand up and down from my knee to just below my pussy.   Such a light touch.   It felt wonderful

 

As she continued to stroke me, I leaned over and clicked on the browser icon calling up the connection screen, then clicked the connect button.   My home page came up.   “OK , now to your e-mail program,” she said.   I called up my e-mail.   “Alright, now just stand there.”

 

I stood back as she typed in a message to Master Kim.   I could read over her shoulder.   She let him know that she had arrived and that things were ‘going according to plan’. She signed off and turned to me.  

 

“Now, let’s see how well you are doing with your commands.   Inspection back,” she ordered.

 

I got on the floor beside her and lay on my back with my legs spread wide and   used my hands to pull my cunt open.   It was very obvious that I was quite wet, a result of her touching me earlier combined with the experience of having her there and actually giving me orders.   I was surprised at how turned on I had gotten just from having this stranger in charge of me.  

 

“Very nice,” she said.   She bent over me and touched me on the knee, then slowly with a light touch, very slowly and with a very light touch, trailed her finger tips up my thigh, trailing over my hands as I held myself open for her view, then on up over my rib cage to my right breast.   Slowly and ever so lightly she traced a circle around my nipple.   I didn’t think it could have gotten any more errect, but at that touch, it did.   Her fingers were like sources of electric current activating my senses, I uttered a low moan and my hips involuntarily moved up, my fingers wanting to rub my clit.  

 

“Now just hold that position and stop your squirming.” She said as she continued to stimulate my nipple.   She moved her hand to the left breast and circled that nipple.   Both nipples were as hard and erect as they had ever been.   “Not bad, but we do need to do a little maintenance here.   Master likes very prominent nipples.”

 

With that she got up and moved to the satchel, opened it and retrieved a small container.   She opened the container and extracted what appeared to be two small rubber tubes, each about a half inch long.   Additionally from the satchel she removed a small tool which looked like a slender metal tube with a small claw on one end and a button on the other end.   She took one of the rubber tubes and threaded it over the claw end of the metal tube, then, returned to me.   I watched as she put the claw end of the tube over my right nipple and, pressing the button to open the claw, grabbed my nipple with the claw and pulled it away from my chest, elongating it.   The claw had a non slip coating covering it that grabbed without piercing the skin but held very tight, pinching the end of my nipple somewhat painfully as she pulled on it.   She then rolled the rubber tube off the metal tube onto my nipple.   The rubber tube was now encasing my nipple and a portion of the areola.   The end of my nipple protruded slightly from the end of the rubber tube.   She repeated the process on my left nipple.  

 

“These are special nipple clamps designed by our Master,” she said.   “They are am improved version of what are sometimes called sweater bumpers.   I have a few other pieces of special equipment which he has designed as well.   Now lets run through the rest of the commands”   She proceeded to list each command that I had been given to memorize and as she stated each command I assumed the appropriate position, ending with the Display command.   I stood in front of her with my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced and eyes downcast.  

 

“Not bad, Nicole,” she said.   ”Now a few more instructions.   You will address me as Ma’am.   I’m not your Master, just a surrogate.   But you will follow my instructions as if they were from him.   You have progressed well but you lack some basic training.   You so far have tried to please your partner on your terms, and have been pretty successful, I’ll admit.   But you still have yet to obey direct commands from your partner, whether he or she be your Master or not.   So – I’m going to try to remedy that.   You will wait here until I return,   and we will see what happens then.   I will choose some appropriate attire for you to put on after I leave. You will then wait for my return    When you hear me knock on the door you will unlock it and immediately fall to your knees.   Do you understand?” she asked.

 

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.   Zantha went to my closet and removed all the blouses that buttoned up the front.   She took a pair of scissors and removed the top three buttons from each one.   She chose one of the sheerest ones, put it on the bed and returned the rest to the closet.   Next she looked at all my skirts, found a very short pleated skirt and placed it on the bed.  

 

“Wear those with your shoes, nothing else.   When I return I want you to be on your knees when you open the door.   I’m not sure who, if anyone will be with me, but you are to treat any and all as your masters.   Also, get that large exercise mat out and put it in the middle of the room.   We’ll use that as your stage for the evening.   Understand?” She said.   I nodded and she   turned and left.   I heard the door open and close.   I went into the living room and looked around.   I was alone.   I took out my exercise mat, a large padded vinyl covered mat and placed it in the middle of the room.   My stage???

 

 

Observations:

Nickie, dressed in the chosen outfit, waited alone in the apartment as instructed.   Several hours later she heard several footsteps approach her door, then a knock.   She, on her knees, opened the door.   As she knelt there she looked up to see men entering the apartment.   Five men.   They all looked at her as they entered.   All were young black men.  

 

Zantha closed the door. “Meet some friends I met while I was shopping.” She said.   “I was at the local adult novelty shop and ran into these guys.   Well, actually just two of them, but they were nice enough to agree to help us out by inviting some of their friends along.   I have told them about your desire to serve and submit and are in training to do just that.   They have graciously agreed to help with your training by allowing you to serve them.   I will observe and see how well you please them.   Assuming you perform satisfactorily we can proceed with our other plans.”  

 

The men looked at Nickie kneeling on the floor as they entered, walking around her and making comments to each other.  

“Hot damn, lookit that.”

“Yeah, looks good enough to eat, don’t she”

“Yep, and I’ll just bet she can suck a mean cock.   Look at that cute little mouth, open and ready.”

“Hell, that ain’t the only thing open and ready from the looks of her”

“You got that right”

 

Zantha grinned at their comments.   “You boys ready to use this slut?” she said.   “You can use her in any way you want.   You can tell her to do something and she will do it, or you can just do it to her in any way you want.   The only thing you cannot do is seriously hurt her.   She must be in reasonably good condition when you finish.   But, short of serious physical harm, you can do anything you want with her.   Any questions?”

 

A chorus of “No, man”,   “Gotcha”,   “Right on”, was the response as the guys gazed at the submissive Nickie on the floor.  

 

“All right.   Nickie – crawl over to the mat” Zantha instructed, “I will observe from the corner over there.   If any of you do anything that looks like it might seriously harm the slut, I will tell you and you will   immediately cease.   And if you do not, I assure you, I CAN enforce my instructions.   I expect you doubt that – but it would be best not to test me,” she told the men, staring at each one in sequence as she spoke.   Her level gaze invited no response, and, as slight as she was, the men had the feeling she could and would back up her threat if necessary.

 

“Now, use her” she said.

 

Nickie had been on her Knees the entire time and just hearing Zantha tell the men to use her the way she did was turning her on.    Dressed in the outfit Zantha had proscribed, eyes downcast, she looked the epitome of a submissive.   Zantha was pleased.

 

“Nickie, raise your skirt.   Show them your pussy.   Assume the inspection back position.   Show them what a submissive slut you are.”   She said

 

Nickie leaned back and, raising her skirt, spread her legs and used her hands to open her pussy for their inspection.  

 

“Son-of-a- bitch.   She’s jus fine.” One guy said.

 

“Betcha ass.”   Another said.   “Hey baby – you gonna do us all?   I got somethin for you.   You gonna like it.”   He said as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, exposing, what was to Nickie, a beautiful cock, semi rigid.   He straddled   her and sat on her chest and gently slapped her mouth with his cock.   He held it to her mouth and fed it to her as she lay on her back.   Nickie opened her mouth and sucked it into her oral cavity.   Still holding her pussy open, she sucked on the cock as it became totally erect.   Another of the men moved between her legs.  

 

“I love that little pussy of yours, slut.”   He said.   “I want some of it.”   He was nude from the waist down, his large black cock hanging limply from his crotch.   “But baby, I gotta have more – finger yourself.   That’s it. Turn yourself on, make it wet.”

 

Nickie was already so wet she didn’t need to stimulate herself any more, but she did.   And the cock of the guy between her legs raised to attention.  

 

“Oh yeah, baby.   That’s it.   Rub that thing.”   He said.   Nickie’s pussy was glistening with her juices.   As the man inserted his cock Nickie encircled his cock with the fingers of her right hand while her left continued to spread her pussy.   She let his cock slide between her fingers as it entered her, moving her hand as it approached the hilt.   God, this cock was larger than any she had ever had before.   She grunted around the cock in her mouth as the one in her pussy plumbed her depths.

 

Nickie was sucking the first guys cock, taking all he had.   “Oh man, can she do a cock.”   He said.   “Jesus, I’m gonna get my rocks right now if she don’t stop.   Bobby Joe, Get off of her.   We gotta work together here.”   He pulled his cock from her mouth as Bobby Joe, the guy fucking her, pulled out of her pussy.   “Turn over slut.”   Nickie obeyed and turned, onto her hands and knees.  

 

Bobbyu Joe, now behind her, said. “Oh, that’s nice.   A full view of that sweet pussy and ass.   I’m fucking this bitch.”   With that he thrust into Nickie’s waiting pussy.  


“Hey ass hole.   Wait a minute.   We gotta get her to do us all.   Like at the same time, right?   She ain’t through sucking my cock but we need you, Bobby Joe, to get under her if we gonna do this right.”  

 

“OK, Jimbo. “said Bobby Joe.   He moved to beneath Nickie and pulled her down onto   his erect cock.

 

“All right Sammy, you get over her and shove that thing in her ass.” Jimbo said.    Kneeling next to Nickie’s head as she lay on top of Bobby Joe, he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pushed her head down on his cock.   Nickie sucked the huge black monster into her mouth as Jimbo forced her to take it deep.   She felt the head of his cock slide past her vocal chords, deep into her throat.   At the same time she felt Sammy enter her ass.  

 

Nickie had had all her holes filled like this before but this was different.   Before it had been with guys who were much less well endowed and she had always felt she had a choice in the matter.   Now she was taking three massive cocks and doing so as an act of submission to, both, the men and Zantha.   It may seem a small difference to the reader, but to Nickie, the act of direct submission was infinitely more erotic.  

 

She held her upper body off of Bobby Joe by supporting herself with her hands on the floor.   Bobby Joe and Jimbo were both squeezing her tits as she was fucked in all three holes.   However there were two other guys in the room.  

 

“Alright, Jacko, you and Billy come stand here beside her head.   OK, slut, use your hands to jack these two hard cocks off.”   Jimbo ordered.   Her upper body was no longer supported by her hands as she was forced to raise her arms and grasp the two cocks offered beside her face.   Jimbo controlled how she sucked his cock as he pistoned her head up and down by grasping her hair and pulling her head up then letting it fall back down on his huge cock.   With the weight of her upper body supported only by her mouth on his cock, his cock would enter her mouth to the hilt each time he let her head fall.   She could breath only when he raised her head and was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen.   Nickie was surprised to find that this actually intensified the sexual stimulation of her body.  

 

Zantha observed from the corner of the room.   As the action intensified she said, “OK, guys, you can cum in her or on her whenever you wish, however, make sure that each of you cums somewhere on her body at least once tonight, preferably on her face, in her hair, or on her tits.   But anywhere is ok.   I just want her covered in cum when you finish with her.   Everyone understand?”

 

All of the guys replied that they understood by nodding, grunting, or gasping out a response.  

 

Amazingly, Nickie was satisfying all five men at the same time.   As Bobby Joe and Sammy each reached orgasm at the same time they unloaded their cum inside Nickie’s cunt and ass.   Jimbo pulled her head away from his cock as he erupted onto her face.   Jacko and Billy each took control of their own cocks and spurted all over her head, in her hair, her ears, and down the back of her neck.   As they all climaxed within a few minutes of each other Nickie collapsed on top of Bobby Joe, with Sammy lying on top of her.   Too exhausted to move they lay there as Zantha applauded from her corner.  

 

“Excellent performance.” She said.   “You guys rest up a bit and then have another go at her if you want.   I need to go do a little work in the next room.”    Zantha left the room and went to the computer where she logged on to Nickie’s e-mail account and sent their Master a message reporting that things were progressing nicely and that Nickie had, in her opinion, truly become the slut slave he had hoped for.   He replied at once that he was pleased.   He had arrived in Atlanta   two days ago, earlier than expected.   Zantha was to bring Nickie there on Friday, two days from today.   When she had signed off the computer she walked back into the room where Nickie and the men were.

 

Nickie was sitting astride Jacko with her back to his head and his cock buried in her ass.   Jimbo was sitting to one side slowly stroking his huge cock and watching as Sammy knelt in front of her and, squeezing her tits together, tit fucked her as she bounced on Jacko’s cock.   Billy and Bobby Joe were standing on either side of her head feeding their cocks to her as she sucked both at the same time, stretching her mouth grotesquely.   Nickie was uttering little grunts and squeals as she was used by the four men.   As Zantha watched, Jimbo jacked his cock faster and faster as he walked over to the squirming mass of bodies.   He stuck his huge cock in just under Nickie’s chin just as his cock erupted, emptying a massive amount of cum on and between Nickie’s tits.

 

“Wow, thanks Jimbo, that’s great – makes her tits really slick,” said Sammy.   With the extra lubrication and Nickie’s increased tempo in Jacko’s cock, Sammy shot his load from between her tits and up over her face.   Nickie had the two cocks in her mouth and Sammy’s cum landed on her eyes and several spurts entered her nose.   She pulled away from the two cocks in order to breath just as they both emptied their loads onto her hair, face, neck and breasts.   She was covered in cum, as Jacko finally shot his load into her ass.   Nickie had never felt so depraved.   She had been covered in the cum of these strangers once, then now a second time.   She smelled like cum. She tasted cum.   She felt cum running down her body, out of her ass hole, out of her pussy, down her thighs.   She collapsed on Sammy totally exhausted.   The guys were not in much better shape.   They all dropped to the floor and lay next to Sammy and Nickie.  

 

“God, that was some fine fucking.” Said Jimbo.  

 

“Man, you got that right.” Said Sammy.   “I ain’t never been so wore out.   This bitch is like a dog in heat.   But I think we sorta put out that fire for a while anyway.”   He grinned at the other guys who just nodded.

 

Zantha was pleased with Nickie’s performance.   Now she had to get rid of these men and get Nickie ready for the next phase.  

 

“OK, guys.   Party’s over.   Get up, clean up if you want, get dressed and leave.   Nickie and I have things to do.” She said.  

 

Jimbo said, “Bull shit.   We just got started.   I want more of this bitch tonight.”

 

“Jimbo, I told you not to test me.   Now get up and do as I said,” replied Zantha.   She stared at Jimbo who smirked and stayed where he was on the floor.   Zantha walked over to him and stood above him.  

 

Jimbo reached over and stroked her leg.   “How bout you and me babe.   You ain’t got no lovin yet tonight,”   he said.  

 

Zantha reached down, grabbed his hand and, with incredible strength for a small woman, squeezed his middle finger in such a way as to cause Jimbo to yelp with pain.   “Listen ass hole,” she said as she kept him immobile, “I don’t want to break this finger but if you don’t stop fucking around with me, I will.”

 

“Ok, ok, just let go, jeeze that hurts,” he said.   Zantha let his hand go and Jimbo got to his feet, as did the other guys.   Sammy moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist.   “Now let’s see who breaks what,” said Jimbo.   Nickie watching from the floor, saw Zantha’s expression.   As if bored, she just rolled her eyes.

 

“I’m sorry guys, but you are not playing according to the rules.   You’ll have to be taught some manners.”   With that Zantha became a whirling machine of destruction.   She elbowed Sammy in his nose, causing him to let go.   She kickied Jimbo in the groin, and as he bent over grabbing his balls, she kneed him under the chin.   Jimbo went down.   She twirled, kicking each of the other guys in sensitive spots sending them sprawling to the floor.   In thirty seconds all five men were lying on the floor either unconscious or dazed and nursing wounds.  

 

“Now, get up and out. NOW!,” she said.   “Pick up your trash and take them with you.”

 

Those that could got to their feet and helped those that had been knocked out.   As they all regained consciousness, they silently, helped each other get dressed and leave.   As he was leaving, Jimbo turned, smiled at Zantha, and said, “You one feisty lady and I guess we got no beef.   Recon we had it coming.”

 

Zantha closed and locked the door after they had left.    She turned to Nickie, still on the floor, still covered in cum.   “Well, my dear, did you enjoy that?” she asked as she smiled at Nickie.

 

Nickie was still feeling the last vestiges of her last orgasm.   “Yes, ma’am.   I did, very much,” she replied, coloring a bit with embarrassment, unsure of why she felt embarrassed.   Perhaps, she, thought, because I was so turned on by being used at someone’s direction, someone right here in my apartment, making me please five men.  

 

Zantha smiled more broadly.   ‘This sexy bitch is exactly what Master is wanting in a slave,’ she thought.   “Excellent, Nickie.   I think you are going to particularly enjoy meeting our Master.   Now clean this mat and then clean yourself up and get to bed.   You will sleep on the mat.   I’ll use your bed.   There has been a slight change in our schedule. Tomorrow we will wind up your affairs here.   You’ll have tomorrow only to do that.   The next day we travel.

 

Zantha awakened Nickie early the next morning.   She was instructed in what to wear – short skirt, no underwear of any sort, blouse with the first three buttons missing, and her new 6inch heels.   She was told to notify her landlord that she was moving out immediately.   When she returned to her apartment, Zantha had packed for both of them. Nickie was surprised to find all her clothes in one small suitcase.   Most of her clothes were in several boxes, to be donated to charity.

 

Seeing the curious look on Nickie’s face, Zantha said, “I packed all you will need for the immediate future.   After all, you won’t be wearing much.”   Nickie nodded.    “Do you have anything else that needs to be taken care of before we leave in the morning?” She asked.

 

Nickie thought a minute and said, “Can I go to Dave’s and let him know that I’m leaving?”

 

“No,” Zantha replied.   Seeing Nickie’s disappointment, she said, “but you can call him.   Just the basics.   That you are going to leave for a while and don’t know when you will be back.   For him not to worry, et cetera, et cetera.”

 

Nickie did as she was told.         

 

The next morning they were up early and left on their way to Atlanta .   Nickie was looking forward, with some trepidation, to finally meeting her Master.