I Like Pain
by Unknown 


ONE 

There is no way you would pick me out in a crowd. I'm your basic, run of the 
mill twenty-two year old female. I make no claims to vast beauty. Perhaps 
you might notice my hair, not the color as it is an average dirty blond, but 
if you like it long you might notice it as it caresses the middle of my 
back. Or perhaps you might notice that I am shorter than average, as I don't 
even reach four-ten even if I give that as my height. But I do have some 
points in my favor. 

My most attractive features are my eyes, which people have told me are 
'compelling' whatever the hell that means, but they are a brilliant deep 
blue that I like quite well. And I have one fantastic set of knockers, big 
even on a larger frame. If you like huge tits, I'm your gal. But there is 
only one way you can get me. You have to 'take' me. Not with flowers and 
candy, those are nice, but not the way to my heart. No, there is a one-way 
street to me and that is through pain. I love it. Can't live without it and 
have no intentions to live without it. 

So if for some reason you do happen to notice me and want something to come 
of it, you'll never get to first base by saying 'please'. But if you say 
"strip bitch and spread 'em" then I'm all yours if you can handle me. I'm 
not tough, don't get me wrong, but I need someone stronger than me to 
control me. And when I say need, I mean it. I need it. Like some chicks need 
to be told that they're beautiful, or a fantastic fuck, or whatever turns 
them on. For me it's simple-orders and pain. And not necessarily in that 
order. 

Passing me on the street as I make my way to work, as a personal secretary, 
1 probably wouldn't catch your attention. I don't dress in whatever you 
expect a submissive to dress in. I wear standard clothing-skirts, blouses, 
slacks occasionally, that sort of things. But underneath, well that's 
different. 

If you for some reason got a glimpse of my undies you might understand me. 
Usually I'm wearing bras with openings that expose the nipples, which just 
happen to generally show evidence of being abused, a garter belt that leaves 
my bare cunt showing. Yea, you read right. My cunt is totally devoid of 
hair. Sound interesting? And I have the cutest slave chain around my waist 
that you ever saw. It's made of 14K gold that one of my masters installed on 
me. There is no way to remove it unless you break it, and that would be a 
waste, so it remains there tickling my tummy when 1 wear loose clothing. 

So perhaps you are asking yourself how did I become the way I am. Well, I'll 
tell you, even if you weren't wondering. It all started with Tommy. 

Tommy was the typical high school super jock that all the girls were in love 
with, including myself. So how did Miss Average ever get together with Mr. 
Super Jock, you might ask. Well, in a round about way it was easy. You see, 
my best friend in the world is Michelle, and Tommy had the hots for 
Michelle. She is everything I'm not. She a fuckin' knockout. Hell, if she 
wasn't so modest she could have her face and bod plastered all over every 
magazine in the world. Just imagine your favorite dream girl, add five, and 
you come close to Michelle. 

But anyway back to my story, I'm so enjoying telling it at last. Michelle 
and I are best of friends, Tommy has the hots for her and he asks her out. 

By the third time she finally gets the nerve to go out with him-and of all 
things a drive-in. Now I'm sure many of you readers have some very fond 
memories about drive-ins. I'm sure if a national census were taken it would 
be listed as one of the top five places where girls lose their virginity. 
Anyway, they went to the drive-in and being a typical super jock that Tommy 
was, he expected Michelle to lay down and spread 'em with delight. There was 
only one stumbling block. Michelle was, and to my knowledge still is a damn 
virgin. Can you imagine that? A twenty-two year old, raving beauty that 
could knock your socks off, virgin. 

Well, as the story goes, Tommy got angry and slapped her around a bit, 
nothing frantic, just one or two to let her know he was pissed and what does 
Michelle do? The fool runs away. You got it. Can't you just picture her? 
Skirt hiked up, where Tommy had forced it, running between the parked cars 
in a drive-in. She ran down the damn exit road and out to the street before 
Tommy could slam the speaker back in the holder and get the car in gear and 
chase her down. Well, there was no way after that that it could remain a 
secret. And it didn't. The story spread like wildfire through a dry forest. 
I even heard about it that night as I was sitting at the local burger stand 
with some friends. 

Anyway, the long and short of it is that Tommy finally snatched her off the 
road, drug her into the car and drove her home. Virginal as they come, she 
was telling me the story when I arrived some twenty minutes later. She was 
crying like a baby that Tommy had slapped her around (somehow even then the 
thought of it sent my blood rushing). But being the goodie- goodie that 
Michelle is, she was worried about Tommy's reaction. Between her blubbering 
I finally understood that she wanted me to find Tommy and convince him to 
talk to her so she could apologize. Well that seemed weird to me. After all, 
he was the one who hit her and scared the shit out of her, not the other way 
around. 

But nothing would do except that I find Tommy- that night none the less-and 
bring him to her so they could talk. Well, as I've said she is my best 
friend and part of being a friend is doing things for friends that don't 
always make sense. So I went looking for Tommy. 

It wasn't all that hard to find him, he was at the burger stand I had just 
left. But getting to him was another matter. By that time the story was 
being published in the second addition with bold head-lines. He was 
surrounded by the curious, pissed, and concerned. I had to wait a whole hour 
before I could even get close to him. Well, I delivered Michelle's message 
and surprisingly he agreed to see her-then. 

I think he was getting bugged by all the foolish attention and just wanted 
to get away. And going to see Michelle was a very good reason to leave. All 
were in favor of his actions, some for different reasons. I'm sure some 
thought that he would get to finish what he had started, and others thought 
he should apologize for his actions. Well, none of them were right. 

On the ride to her house naturally we talked and Tommy soon got the 
impression that I thought my best friend was in the wrong. He was right, I 
did think that, even if I didn't say so. Well, somewhere along the way, he 
finally asked me point blank, "Do you think what I did was OK?' 

And me, not even knowing myself as I do now, answered, "Sure." 

Well, the look he gave me set my nerve to a tingling. It was almost like he 
was actually seeing ME. Not just Michelle's friend, but me-Karen Jenkins. 
Let me tell you, it was quite a trip just thinking that. Tommy saw me. And 
if I wasn't mistaken, he liked what he saw. Because before we parked in 
front of Michelle's house he actually asked me to go out with him tomorrow 
night-to the drive-in. Well, there was no doubts about my answer. I said yes 
so fast it startled him and his jaw dropped open before he got control of 
himself. 

We made it into Michelle's and she continued to make a complete fool of 
herself as she kept blub-bering one apology after another. We calmed her 
down enough to understand that there was no future for them, but that she 
had no bad feelings to spread around about him about what had occurred. And 
except for now, no one ever knew that he had slapped her around before she 
ran out of the drive-in that night. But then of course you don't know who 
they are, no last name are being printed here, except mine, and all our 
names are fairly common so there is no way you can be sure if you know us or 
not. 

Anyway, back to the story. Michelle had no problems with me going out with 
Tommy, I certainly didn't, and he picked me up the following night precisely 
at nine. Now at the night being discussed, you must know I was a damn 
virgin. But as you've probably guessed I wasn't by the end of the night, and 
you'd be right. 

I had no more than closed the door than Tommy had his beefy paw around my 
neck and was pulling me toward him. It is only fair to say that I offered no 
resistance to anything he wanted. As I said, I had the hots for him, and I 
was willing to let nature take its course. And Tommy too, of course. By the 
time Tommy paid at the drive-in entrance my blouse was quite wrinkled over 
my right tit. He left little for me to speculate on. We were going to fuck. 

If there are any women reading this, try to remember the very first time a 
guy touched your tit. Quite a high, wasn't it? You bet your boobies it was. 
And I had absolutely no intention of stopping those feelings. Tommy's hand 
was back in place on my tit before we pulled away from the booth. Naturally 
we parked in the back with all the others that had no intentions of watching 
the movies. In fact to this day I couldn't tell you what was playing, and 
don't really care. All I cared about was Tommy's hand on my tit. 

But after he pulled the speaker into the car window I changed my mind, as 
now he had two hands to use, and use them he did. It soon became obvious 
that if 1 didn't want too many unanswerable questions put my way, the blouse 
would have to go. You wouldn't believe the number of wrinkles that two hands 
can make, well maybe you can. Well, whatever, the blouse soon became ancient 
history and Tommy was working his hands into my bra. 

I think I mentioned that I have fantastic boobs didn't I, well Tommy 
couldn't seem to get enough of them. Never before had I noticed that bras 
can get wrinkles too, but they do. Tommy had my tits moving around in that 
bra so much that one of them popped right out. I can still remember the look 
on Tommy's face as he got his first look at my tit. He went wild. And so did 
I as he clamped his mouth on the end of my tit and started sucking like he 
actually thought he could get some milk out of it. I'm not complaining, no 
not at all, in fact I'm getting hot just writing about it. And you had 
better believe that I was hot then too. Hotter than an egg on a grill. 

I still don't remember who did it, but the next I knew both tits were 
hanging out of my bra and Tommy was doing his damnedest to swallow both of 
them. An impossible feat, but a very pleasurable one none the less. He 
plastered his face to my boobs so tight that I could actually feel the sides 
of the bra cutting into the sides of my tits. God did I ever love that 
feeling, and I was slowly but surely beginning to understand myself and my 
wants. I liked the tight feelings of Tommy forcing the bra to cut into me 
and I think he knew it too. For the next thing I knew was the most heavenly 
pain I had ever felt as Tommy sank his teeth into my saliva covered tit. 

I gave him such a beautiful moan that there was no way he could misinterpret 
it. He bit the other tit and my jeans became damp. "Like that, don't you 
bitch?" 

"God, yes." And I wasn't lying. I did like it. Both the warmth of his mouth 
on me and the pain. And I sure wasn't adverse to him calling me names 
either. In fact quite the contrary. I wanted to be called all the shitiest 
names in the world. I felt like a damn slutty bitch and wanted to be treated 
like one. 

By this time I was plastered against the door and Tommy was more or less 
lying in my lap as he worked one tit then the other to our mutual 
satisfaction. Then I felt one of his hands on my upper chest. At first I 
didn't give it any thought but when he hooked his thumb under my bra strap 
and wrapped his fingers around the other one and squeezed them together, 
trapping my huge tits in between them, I gave it very serious though. All 
pleasurable. He gave one tit a quick snapping bite before he asked, "You 
like that tight feeling of the straps cutting into you, don't you bitch?" 

"Yes, God, yes. Do it some more, please." 

Well he didn't need my pleas. Tommy wasn't that type of whimp. He had every 
intention of doing exactly as he wanted, with or without my being in favor 
of it. Fortunately, we both liked the same thing, only in reverse you 
understand. It felt like an oven between my legs. An oven that only Tommy 
could put out. 

My bra straps cut into my tits, Tommy's mouth became a biting, sucking 
machine and all I could do was lean against the door and whimper in 
pleasure. The windows were all fogged up and so was my brain as the more he 
hurt me the more I liked it. Well, Tommy was no fool. He knew what he had a 
hold on and used it. My tits were literally covered with bite marks and huge 
hickies. To this day the sight of a hicky sets my blood aboil. I love it. 
Love to see the effects of my addition on my flesh. 

"You still cherry?" he asked when he came up for air. 

"Yyyesss." God, I could hardly speak. 

"Shit." It took me a while to understand that response, but when he left me 
to look for the rag he kept in the car to wipe off the road splatters from 
his headlights, he told me that he had to protect the seat. At first I 
didn't understand until I remembered that virgins bleed the first time. Yea, 
I was a virgin, but I did know the basics. The bare basics as I have 
learned, but I did know that much and was learning more every second. 

"Get out of your fucking clothes, bitch, so I can screw ya." 

God, I loved the way he talked. And as soon as we untangled our legs I began 
to do as ordered. Soon my tennis shoes, sock, jeans and panties were added 
to the blouse that was on the floor. By mutual consent, the bra remained on 
as he did the same and undressed. 

We were both too hot to think about getting into the back where there was 
more room. All we could think of was now. Latter we switched to the back 
seat because even if my four-ten frame fit with no problems his six-three 
didn't. But that was later. 

Both naked, except for the bra, Tommy shoved the rag under me to protect the 
seats. With that formality out of the way, it was down to business. Pushing 
and shoving my body to his liking Tommy flopped down on top of me. His 
swollen cock leading the way as it parted my legs and slid between them. 
"Spread your damn legs, bitch, so I can get in." Magically my legs opened 
wider. Tommy clamped his mouth around my right tit, bit it and as I was 
groaning in pain/pleasure he slammed his hips forward and sliced through my 
cherry all the way my cervix in one felt swoop. I screamed. He slammed a 
hand over my mouth. I arched my hips up. He pulled out a ways and slammed 
back in. I hurt. I felt fantastic. I dug my right foot into the floor matt 
and raised my cunt as much as I could as he slammed in and out me like a 
piledriver. 

I felt grand as I held myself in place for his assault. And an assault it 
was. Tommy was one powerful dude and he used all his strength to drive 
himself into me again and again. If at that moment he had decided to drive a 
Mack truck over my cunt, I would have asked him how I should place myself. I 
couldn't get enough. Finally he released my mouth and I could breath and 
urge him on. Nothing he did got a negative response from me. He bruised my 
mound, he bit my tits, he used one hand to squeeze the bra straps again, and 
all I murmured was "yes, yes". I knew that my body was straining towards a 
climax. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to come. In spades. 

The whole car was rocking with his movements. The sweat was dripping off him 
on to me. He plowed in and out. And it started. I could feel it 
approach-ing. And then it happened. I came. God, did I ever come as I held 
myself in place for his slamming cock. My clit started twitching like a drop 
of water in heated oil. My pussy wrapped around his invading cock, caressing 
it like velvet. I swear my boobs inflated. And I climbed Mt. Everest and 
kept going. I reached the stars and beyond and somewhere in the background I 
could hear Tommy's huffs and puffs as he emptied himself in my gasping 
tunnel. As 1 felt his cream splash my cunt walls his teeth clamped on my tit 
for dear life and I came again and again. 

Both of us laid there twitching and gasping for a while before he said, 
"Damn, you're one hot bitch, aren't ya?" 

I didn't really know how to answer so I just tightened my cunt around him in 
response. He seemed to like that. "Ya, you're a pure slut. And that's just 
how I'm gonna treat ya, bitch." Well, those words were heavenly to me and my 
cunt again gave my response. Using his strong arms he did a push-up over me 
and pulled out and knelt on the seat in front of me. "Clean me off, slut. 
Your mouth will work just fine." 

My passion filled eyes had little trouble focusing on his deflating cock but 
it was still easy for me to see that it was coated with red and white 
streaks-my red blood and his white cream. It looked like it would be tasty 
indeed to my hungry tongue. Since that time I have perfected my oral talents 
but Tommy didn't seem to mind my amateurish actions then. My first taste of 
cock and cream made me a firm believer. I licked and sucked him quite well, 
thank you, and in a manner of minutes my mouth and even my throat were 
filled. If you have never felt a cock swell in your mouth, it's another 
thing that can't be described. But let me tell you, it's wonderful. 

While I was cleaning and worshipping his cock, Tommy's voice never stopped 
the flow of nasty words. I loved each and everyone of them as between us we 
taught me how to deep throat. He used one hand to guide my head and the 
other to manipulate my hanging knockers. I couldn't swallow him deep enough, 
hell I truly believe at the time I could have swallowed a two foot salami, I 
was so turned on. 

He pulled and twisted my tits and slammed his cock in and out of my throat. 
I was in heaven and my non-virgin body proved it as it shattered in a very 
satisfying climax as my tonsils got their first coating of man-cream. 

After that it took a while for us to relax and calm down. We sat there in 
the semi-dark interior of the car and just tried to breath. Tommy turned off 
the movie speaker and turned on the radio to a hard rock station as we sat 
there looking through the fogged up window at the hazy images on the screen. 
My mind was thinking of absolutely nothing, but evidently Tommy's was quite 
busy. 

Vaguely I noticed him moving about but paid it scant attention. But my 
attention began to peak as I felt him pulling my arms behind my back. A 
quick look and I saw him using a shoelace, from my tennis shoe, to tie my 
wrists behind me. I offered absolutely no resistance as he tied it tightly 
then turned me to face him. "Turns you on, doesn't it bitch?" 

I nodded my head in the affirmative. Tommy smiled and began to take the 
other shoelace out of my sneaks and his. I had absolutely no idea what he 
would use them for, but just the thought of them being used on me was 
exciting. And a minute later when he began to wrap one of them around my 
shaking boob and tightened it, I was breathing real hard. 

That shoelace began to cut into my right tit, cutting it off from my chest 
and ballooning like crazy. I could actually feel my heartbeat all through my 
tit. Then he pulled even tighter and I couldn't help it, I groaned-in 
pleasure. "Damn, pain loven bitch can't get enough. You're a real slut, 
Karen. A real bitch. And I'm just the guy to control ya. Yea, just the guy." 
With my right tit throbbing away on my chest he proceeded to tie up the left 
one just as tight. I began to wonder what the fourth shoelace would be used 
for. 

That thought didn't last long as Tommy clamped his mouth around my right 
tit, that was starting to turn blue, and started sucking and biting it like 
he had every intention of having it for a snack. 
"Aaaaaaaahheeeeeeeeeeeeooowwwwwww " "Shut up, bitch. Just sit there and shut 
the fuck up. " 

His mouth again attacked my tit and its' twin, as I twisted there on the 
front seat of the car. I tried, really I did, to keep quiet but I couldn't. 
What he was doing to me could not be endured in silence. His teeth sank into 
my ballooned tits. His mouth sucked the blood to the surface and beautiful 
hickies decorated them all over. My cunt, hell even my asshole, was opening 
and closing with excited pleasures as he turned me on to a fevered pitch. 

"Aaaahhheeoowww... ooooooooohhhhh God." I was ever the selfish slut. All I 
could think about was more. More. More and more. I was utterly content to 
let him continue on me all night. 

"I said, shut up. Damn it, bitch, you're one noisy piece of shit." He 
reached to the floor and came up with his briefs and proceeded to shove them 
in my mouth. "Open it up, bitch." I opened my mouth and it was filled with 
the cotton material that had covered his ass all day. I loved the fragrance 
and taste. 

He went back to my tits. 

And I had no objections at all. Two hands, sucking mouth, licking tongue and 
biting teeth were my world. And a magically world it was. Tommy must have 
spent fifteen minutes on my tits before he remembered that I had other parts 
to haunt and enjoy. Sitting there twisted on the front seat I felt his hand 
travel to my hairy cunt and seek entrance, but with my legs in the position 
they were in afforded little access. 

"Spread those legs, bitch, and spread `em now." To emphasize his point he 
pulled my cunt hair. My legs snapped open in pain. "Now keep `em apart." He 
didn't bother with my clit. He went straight for my drooling just-opened 
opening and drove his fingers in. "AAAAAAAmmmmmffffff."Two, then three 
fingers dug into me. 

"Slide down, bitch, I want your pussy hanging over the edge of the seat." 

Eagerly I complied as I slid down the seat. My ass was half on and half off 
the seat, legs spread as wide as I could get them as he continued to try to 
drive his hand up me. And I wanted his hand to be in me. Not just his 
fingers which felt fantastic, but his whole hand. 

Tommy changed his position a bit. His mouth again found my tits as his left 
hand tried to fit itself within me. I thrust my tits into his mouth and 
tipped my cunt up-offering him all that he wanted. And he took up the offer. 
Few sounds could escape my dry mouth, but those that did were pure 
encouragement as his fourth finger joined the others in their journey to my 
eager core. 

Digging my feet into the curve of the floor I got more leverage and raised 
my cunt even more for the awaited invasion. I could hardly breath but at the 
moment breathing was of little concern as I used my tied hands to help raise 
my tits to his devouring mouth. Tommy seemed to appreciate my efforts as 
again I felt his teeth bite into me. Arched as I was he had no trouble 
watching his hand disappear inside me. His thumb joined its compan-ions and 
pushed. 

I felt myself stretch beyond my limits, something suddenly gave way and his 
hand popped in me. His whole hand, up to his wrist was buried up my snatch 
and I came like gangbusters. My upraised hips thrust back and forth, riding 
his hand to heaven and beyond. 

"Holy shitttttt." Tommy took his mouth off my tit and watched his hand slam 
in and out of me like it was an unattached part of him. But attached to me 
it was and I had every intention of it remaining in my possession. I rode 
his hand like a bronco buster on the back of a wild mustang. We were glued 
together, but it was magic glue that allowed me to slide back and forth as 
my cunt tried to pull his entire arm in me. I came and I came again and 
again. My hips in their frantic actions were pumping and jumping around even 
with the dashboard as his hand kept me going from one climax to another. 

One. Five. Ten minutes it kept going on and on. I was a very damn selfish 
slut there on the front seat of his car with his hand buried in me. I never 
wanted it to end. I wanted to spend the rest of my life there, Tommy's hand 
buried up my twat but he had other ideas. Against my wishes he pulled out. 
But then miracles of miracles, he slammed back in. He didn't bother to 
straighten his hand. He slammed his fist in and out of me as 1 held my cunt 
in place for his pounding fist. Then my mind conjured up his fist encased in 
a boxing glove doing the same and shamelessly I continued to come. 

"Fffeeuuu." came his exhausted sigh on his final withdraw. "I need a 
breather, bitch. You're wearing me out." and he collapsed on the seat 
leaving my cunt waving in the air, an empty void wanting to be filled. And 
at that point the lights outside turned on. The first movie was over. It was 
intermission. 

Well, the long and short of it was Tommy fucked me two more times that 
night. He never untied my tits nor my wrist, much to my pleasure, until our 
final one was over when the credits of the last show were sliding up the 
silver screen. He looked really drained as he untied me and told me to 
replace them in our tennis shoes. He never did get around to using the 
fourth string. We got dressed then joined the endless line of cars exiting 
the drive-in and made our way to my house. 

He told me that we would be going out the next Friday and that I was to wear 
a skirt with no panties under it. I voiced no objections. I was his to 
command. And he knew it. 

We did go out that Friday and many other times as well. It soon became a 
topic of discussion all over school. How did the average Karen Jenkins ever 
manage to land the ever popular Tommy? But as time passed some people began 
to understand. 

We dated all through his senior year and the following summer until he went 
off to college in the fall, leaving me to my sophomore year in high school. 
But before he left there were others to take his place in my life. Tommy had 
seen to that. In the ten months that we dated I was his devoted slave and he 
treated me accordingly. On seven different occasions he invited some of his 
friends to enjoy me in gang bangs and beatings. I loved them all. 

One time four guys took me to the woods, strung me up from some trees and 
beat the shit out me with belts, ropes and slender tree branches before 
fucking me every way a female can be fucked. 

Another time I was tied to the hood of a car as three guys beat my ass then 
fucked it a total of sixteen times. 

But my favorite one concerning Tommy was when he took me to a cabin in the 
hills that belonged to one of his buddy's father the last weekend before he 
went away to college. Seven other guys were present for the weekend. I tried 
to keep track of the number of times they fucked me, but lost count 
somewhere after thirty. By the time I got back home I could hardly move. I 
had been beaten almost continually the entire weekend, when I wasn't being 
fucked that is. Belts, tree branches, a riding crop, whips and other things 
I can't even remember were used on me and 1 enjoyed it every second. I was 
tied in so many positions that I can't remember them all. Inside and outside 
the cabin they had me. I was theirs to do with as they wished. 

My final two years of high school saw me handed around like a popular book. 
Mark had me for a while, then Eric, then Mike, and when I graduated David 
owned me. But none of them were selfish, each continued to invite others to 
enjoy me as the occasions arose. 

TWO 

Upon graduating my life changed. I went off to business school, learned how 
to type, use a computer, a little bookkeeping and filing. It was perhaps the 
loneliest time of my life. As I've said, I'm not a beauty that would attract 
attention and my reputation as a slurry slave didn't follow me to the 
out-of-state school. So I applied myself to my studies and did a fantastic 
job of graduating the top of my class and was eagerly invited into the 
business world. 

I had applied to three different companies and all three offered me a 
position. I took the one that offered the most money and future 
opportunities, it was also the one closest to my hometown. Michelle and I 
had kept in touch and soon we were sharing an apartment in the city to share 
expenses. Michelle was still in college, working on her degree and had 
part-time job as a waitress to help her folks pay for her schooling as I 
settled into my job. 

If you are familiar with the business world, you should know that support 
staff, as we're called, don't earn all that much money. But 1 was content. I 
had a job, was living with my best friend, away from my parents who were 
beginning to wonder about my private life, and I was looking forward to the 
rest of my life. My major concern was to find a man who would make me happy 
again. 

Well being in the word processing pool didn't give many opportunities to 
meet men. For some reason it is entirely staffed with women. But again 1 
applied myself and was soon recognized. When an opening came up for a 
private secretary I was offered the chance. 

My interview with Mr. Crawford was a breeze. I had all of the necessary 
skills and we hit it off well personally. In fact, I can still remember that 
he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off my fantastic tits. 1 eagerly took the 
offered position and hoped that Mr. Crawford would be the type that liked to 
fool around with a big titted gal like me. He was. Four days into my new job 
he gave me a special project that needed to be done yesterday. I plucked 
myself in front of my trusty computer and had the finished project in his 
hands by two-thirty that afternoon. He was amazed by my efforts and offered 
to take me out to lunch the following day as a reward. I was quick to 
accept, especially as his eyes drilled into my sweater covered tits with 
interest. 

Lunch the following day proved to be the turning point in our relationship. 
Over a steaming steak he told me a bit about himself. Including the fact 
that his wife of twelve years was a bit of a prude. I encouraged him to 
expand upon that and soon learned that she did one thing, and only one 
thing-laid there as still as a corpse as he pumped away in her unresponsive 
cunt. Her only redeeming value was she was fertile as hell, they had seven 
kids which he wouldn't leave for the world. 

I was quick to explain that I had no intentions of snatching him away from 
his home life but wouldn't be adverse to being his mistress, or whatever he 
wanted to call me. Slave would be nice, I thought, as he caressed my hand 
that was laying on the table. Being a top executive, he wasn't a fool and 
soon picked up my willingness to do anything that he desired. 

On the way back to the office he lead me to an alley, plastered me against 
the wall and tried to swallow me whole as his hand unsuccessfully tried to 
capture my tit. 

"God, I love your tits, Karen." 

"They're all yours." I said around his mouth as I brought my hips forward 
and found what I thought I would-his swollen cock. 

He fused his mouth with mine as both hands traveled my hilly territory. I 
arched my back and forced more tit into his hands. "Hurt 'em for me, 
please." I was fast loosing control, my tits were always a sure-fired way to 
excite me. I felt his body tense with my words but a moment later his 
fingers were trying to dig through my blouse and bra like he expected to 
strike gold. Well, he didn't strike gold, but he sure struck a responsive 
nerve in me. I gave him a blissful moan as he squeezed the hell out of my 
nipples as his tongue tried to enter my throat. - 

A moment later he pulled away. "My God, what am I doing?" 

"Very well in my opinion." 

"We're in a fucking alley, for God's sake." 

"I don't care where we are." And I didn't. It had been way too long since I 
had felt such a delicious pain in my tits and I was my truly selfish self in 
wanting it to continue. 

"A real slut, aren't you?" 

"Yes. And I'll be your slut, or whatever you want me to be, if you'll just 
hurt them some more." "A pain loving, sniveling, bitch aren't you?" "Yes. 
Yes, whatever you want, I'll be it." Thinking back on that day, perhaps a 
small alley 

in the middle of a busy city was not the place to get it on, but oh I wanted 
it. Mr. Crawford had different ideas though. It's like he instantly 
under-stood me and liked what he had discovered. For in the next instant, he 
said, "Put your hands behind your back, bitch. Stick those tits of yours out 
for a spanking." 

I had never thought of my tits getting a spanking before, my ass sure, but 
my tits? But whatever he wanted to call it, I was more than willing to do as 
told. My hands were firmly pressed into the small of my back, my tits thrust 
forward as he took a step backwards. Right, left, right, left. His hands 
came into contact with my tits as I stood there in the alley, my back 
pressed against the wall of building and my tits as forward as possible to 
receive their just reward for obeying him. My huge mammaries shook with each 
slap and my pussy became a swamp. 

"That's enough for now, bitch. Straighten your cloths and let's get back to 
the office." He must have seen my look of disappointment, as he added. "Do 
as your told, slut, or this is it." Well, that was a different matter all 
together. I was neat and tidy in seconds. There was no way I wanted this to 
be the end. Mr. Crawford showed ample prospects of being what I wanted. 

We walked back to the office, my shaking legs hardly supporting me. When we 
entered my office, he walked straight through to his without a word, closing 
the door behind him. I crashed in my chair and tried to get myself under 
some control. Five minutes later I answered the buzz of his intercom. "Yes, 
sir?" 

"What appointments do I have for the day?" 

I checked the calendar. "A two o'clock appoint-ment with Mr. Thompson and a 
four o'clock one with Mr- Whitmore." 

There was a pause then he said, "Very well. Put my calls on hold and come 
here." 

"Yes, sir." The intercom went dead. I checked the time. 12:30. Called the 
receptionist and told her to hold all of Mr. Crawford's calls until further 
notice, tucked my blouse snugly into my skirt, stood and knocked on his 
door. 

"Come in." 

I opened the door, entered, and closed it behind me. "Yes, sir?" 

It was obvious that he hadn't wasted the five minute interval considering 
matters of business. No, not at all, as he said, "Take that damned blouse 
off. Now!" A massive flood suddenly filled my cunt as I brought shaking 
fingers to my buttons and tugged them through the button holes. A quick tug 
and the tail was pulled from my waistband and I held my blouse in one hand. 
"Drop it on the floor and remove your bra." 

I instantly dropped the blouse as if it were on fire, like I was, and 
reached behind me to unhook the snaps that held my bra in place. One, two, 
and it was free as I hunched my shoulders and the contraption fell to the 
floor and I watched Mr. Crawford's eyes devour my exposed tits. I gave them 
a peak myself, just enough to confirm that there were several red streaks on 
them from his earlier attentions, then returned my eyes to watch him. "Now 
the skirt." 

I reached behind me again and found the snap, unhooked it, slid the zipper 
down, slid it over my flared hips and stepped out of it. My body felt like a 
furnace. 

"And the panties, but leave the garter belt on." My shaking fingers made 
quick work of removing the panties. And it is fair to bet that they were 
quite fragrant with my scent of woman in heat. 

"Come here, bitch. Stand right here," he pointed to a spot right next to his 
chair, "spread your slurry legs and give me those tits." 

My weakening legs covered the distance around his desk in record time. 
Placing myself on the spot he had pointed at, I spread my legs around the 
outside of his and bent forward so my tits would hang in front of his face. 
Not much could happen before my left nipple was in his mouth. 

"Aaammmmum." He sucked and I could feel his tongue swirling around my 
hardened nipple. A instant later two hands were trying to encompass both 
tits as he bit me. "Oohh God, yes." 

I shoved more padded skin into his mouth and hands and closed my eyes in 
ecstasy. His fingers reshaped my boobs like a kid with silly putty as again 
his teeth bit my inflamed crest. "Aaaaaaaaaaaa yesssss." It had been too 
long since I had been treated in that fashion and as a true slut I shameless 
came as his teeth and fingers sunk in deeper. There was no way for him to 
miss the fact, as I am anything but silent when I come. I pant, squeal and 
gurgle in delight every time, and then was no exception. 

A moment later he released by tit to say, "Doesn't take much to set you off, 
does it, bitch?" "Nnnn... not ifff done correctly." I had no qualms about 
admitting it. None at all. My only wish was that he not stop. You guessed 
it, he didn't stop. Not there anyway. 

"You had your jollies, now it's my turn. On your knees, slut, and you had 
better be good." 

I'm not a genius but it didn't take that much intelligent to know what he 
wanted. My legs instantly folded under me as I spread his legs and reached 
toward his zipper in record time. That accomplished, the button was next and 
he was raising his hips so I could lower his suit pants out of the way, 
along with his briefs. And there it was. His beautiful swollen cock. And it 
was all mine. 

My eager tongue collected a pearly drop of pre-come from the head before I 
opened my mouth to take him in. He tasted much better than the steak had at 
lunch as I took in every centimeter. Mouth, throat and tongue were utterly 
happy as my nose was tickled by his curling hairs. His wife didn't know what 
she was missing. He tasted fantastic. And there was more to come. Much more 
I hoped. 

Like the wanton slut that I am, I swallowed, slurped and sucked up a storm. 
His fingers entwined in my hair, he `forced' me to deep throat him again and 
again. That illusion was enough, I came again and couldn't control myself 
any more. My mouth demanded his nectar and it came. Spurt after ropey spurt 
eased my gluttonous appetite as I swallowed every drop and begged for more. 
Not that he didn't have cream in abundance, he did, but I wanted more. His 
cock didn't stand a chance of deflating. I didn't want it to deflate and 
with the experiences I had had I knew how to keep it engorged. It remained 
full and quite solid in my mouth as I eased up a bit to let him relax. 

"Ooohh sweet Jesus." Mr. Crawford threw his head back against the back of 
his chair. I gave him a minute to relax before begging, "More. Please, 
more." My two climaxes were as if nothing. I wanted, no needed, more. And by 
now you readers should know what that more entailed. So did Mr. Crawford. 

A quick glance at his watch to confirm the time was all he needed. "Can't 
leave us like this, now can we? How about a spanking, bitch, then a nice ass 
fuck?" 

This guy knew the way to my heart. I gave him a smile that was so sweet it 
would made sugar taste bitter as I managed to get my legs to raise me enough 
to lay myself over his lap. My embellished ass directly on top for easy 
access. I felt him lean forward to get something off his desk then sit back 
in his chair. The next I knew a God awful delightful pain was registered in 
my ass. "Aaahhhh.", a quick glance to see what he was wielding and I hung 
over his lap in anticipation. He was beating my ass with his nameplate. One 
of those inch thick pieces of wood and metal that had his name printed on 
it. And I suddenly wanted his name hammered into my willing ass. Quite 
apropos don't you think? 

I didn't bother to count the number of times that nameplate landed on my 
ass, but it was enough to heat me up even more before he dumped me on the 
floor and said, "On your knees, bitch. It's time to introduce my cock to 
your asshole." As I heard his chair roll away I brought myself to my knees 
and waved my reddened ass like a target for him to aim at. His aim was very 
accurate, thank you, and his cock was buried balls deep on the first thrust. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhaaaa." Damn, it had been a long time since my ass had been 
filled and his sudden intrusion of that opening was like I was a virgin 
again. Imagine that, me a virgin? after all those guys in high school. But 
you have to remember that I had had a very dry season of late and I was 
tight. But God, how I liked it as he slammed in and out. His furry balls 
gave my drooling cunt lips a spanking as he pounded away back there trying 
to keep with me as I gave him all I had. My hips were never still as they 
moved back and forth and side to side as my thirsty asshole tried to milk 
him. And when he bent forward to grab my tits and mutilate them that was all 
it took for me. 

I was coming like there was no tomorrow. I whimpered, I moaned, I groaned 
and my ass got its reward as he splashed it full and his fingers continued 
to dig for gold in my tits. "Aaaahhhhh" came rushing out of his throat as he 
emptied himself into my greedy body. 

It took us a while to calm down and disengage ourselves from each other but 
as it always does, we did. And out of the comer of my eye I saw him check 
his watch again and say, "Shit." before he began to get his cloths in order. 
Like the complete slut I am, I just laid there engrossed in my pleasures as 
he dressed then left his office, closing the door behind him. Ten minutes or 
so later I finally emerged and took myself off to the nearest bathroom to 
clean up. I wondered how today would change my life. I didn't know then, but 
I do now. It made quite a change. 

THREE 

Mr. Crawford kept me to himself for a little over two months before others 
joined in. In that time he would `have at me' at least three times a week 
there in his office. It came to a point of office gossip the number of times 
he would ensconce himself in his office with his secretary with orders not 
to be disturbed. No one had the nerve to object, after all he was the head 
of the department, but it didn't stop the rumors. I heard some of them and 
to some extent they were correct. We were screwing. But nothing was ever 
said about how he treated me at those times. I never heard gossip about the 
spankings and hittings that he gave me. I wouldn't care if I had heard about 
them or that it was common knowledge. Hell, that was how I had made it 
through high school, by word of mouth, and deed of course. But nothing was 
ever said about the beat-ings. 

But anyway, as I alluded to above, he kept me to himself only at first. A 
hot day in July he called me into his office. I could tell right off that 
something was on his mind and it wasn't one of my beatings that had occurred 
with some regularity. He had easily come to know that the quickest way to 
heat me up was with his belt or the now famous nameplate that was showing 
signs of wear by the number of times it had connected with my ass and tits. 
No, it was something else. 

1 took the chair that he pointed to and he began. "I've come to the 
conclusion that I'm not enough for you. No, don't try to please me by saying 
otherwise. I know it and it doesn't bother me in the least. In fact I wish 
to make you a proposition. Interested?" 

I nodded my head, silently agreed with him, and he continued. 

"I have many contacts in and out of the the business world. And a few of 
those contacts may be of interest to you. I have given out some subtle hints 
here and there and they have come back favorable, at least as far as you are 
concerned. What I would like for you to consider is, would you be willing to 
let's say date other men that I can introduce you to? I will try to confirm 
my suspicions ahead of time, but I can think of two men right now who would 
do to you what you need to be done to you. In a nutshell, they would beat 
the shit out of you, much more so than I can here in the office. And 
naturally there would be sex too. Should I continue?" 

"Yes, please." To say that he had my total interest would be the 
understatement of the year. My twat was quickly overflowing the more he 
said. 

"It is only fair that I tell you I will gain from these encounters as I have 
every intention of using you to help business. Does that bother you?" 

"No," was my breathless response. 

"Somehow I didn't think it would. There is a man coming here," he looked at 
his watch, "in about forty-five minutes. He is one of the two men that 1 
have no doubts about his treatment of you. We have known each other for 
years, and from personal experience I know he will be able to make you quite 
sore. To give you some idea, he has a bullwhip over his mantle at home as 
decoration. I can see I have your total interest." 

He did and then some. 

"But before I let you have your fun and games I need for you to agree that 
you will try your best to convince him that his company should make an 
additional $125,000 deal with me. He can purchase anything we have, 
naturally, but 1 was thinking about some of those new Q10's that we're 
coming out with. That would look real good on my record when it comes time 
for year end bonuses. So?" 

"I'm... ah more than willing to go out with him and let him do whatever he 
wants to with me, but I... ah I'm not sure about the, let us say, business 
part of the arrangement. Couldn't you handle that part of it?" 

"And just how am I suppose to do that?" 

"I don't know. Tell him I'm your slave, which I am if you want me to be, and 
that he can... I don't know.. have me once on a trail basis but after that 
he has to place an order through you to have me again. Would something like 
that work?" 

"Hum. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. You would be willing to do 
that?" 

"I'm willing to do anything you ask." 

"So I'm beginning to understand. Ok. We'll try it your way, but if he agrees 
you'll have to act the part of my slave." 

"That will be no problem at all. I want to be a slave. Yours or his, or 
anyone's or everyone's. I know you don't have time for me, what with your 
family and all, but by now you should know that I'm more than willing to do 
anything you ask." 

"I'll think it over. But if I call you when he is here, you are to be the 
perfect slave, understand?" "Yes, sir." 

"Fine. You may leave. Just remember, if called in be a slave." 

"Yes, sir." 

I left his office with very shaky legs supporting me. Tumbling into my chair 
I quickly looked at Mr. Crawford's appointment book to see who was coming. 
There was his name: 2:30 Mr. Jeffrey Hunter of Mason, Hunter & Miller. Would 
he want to hunt me? I wondered as I tried to remember if I had seen him 
before. I couldn't recall him at all. And was he the Hunter of the 
corporation? Again I didn't know. But you can bet your boobies (or balls, 
depending on you sex) that he wouldn't get past me without a very through 
inspection on my part. 

Time seemed to stand still until 2:25 rolled around and Mr. Jeffrey Hunter 
entered my office. My God, you should have seen him. Talk about the 
personification of dreams come true. As he calmly introduced himself and 
informed me that he had a 2:30 appointment with my boss, I couldn't take my 
eyes off him. He had to stand six-six at least. Broad, and I mean broad, 
shoulders. Huge, massive chest and arms. Emerald green eyes surrounded by 
the most magnificent face I had ever seen. Jet black hair that my fingers 
were begging to touch. Forget the fucking $125,000 deal, I wanted this man. 

I goggled at him, way past the stage of staring, until his words finally 
sank into my brain. He wanted to know if Mr. Crawford was in. "Yyyeess... 
yes he is. He is expecting you. just a moment." My fumbling finger found the 
intercom button and I announced that Mr. Hunter was here. Mr. Crawford 
answered that I should show him in. 

With legs the substance of unset jell-o I managed to open Mr. Crawford's 
door before collapsing at Mr. Hunter's feet. It was a good thing that door 
was there, because it was all that was holding me up after Mr. Hunter 
entered and I closed it behind him. I think I would have still been there, 
leaning against the door, if the telephone hadn't rang. I did manage to 
answer the phone and tell Mr. Whitcomb that Mr. Crawford was in conference, 
but that was all I was capable of. 

I could have sat there five minutes or ten years, I don't remember, but it 
was probably about an hour before IT happened. Mr. Crawford pushed the 
intercom button and told me to come in. There was nothing polite about his 
voice. He was a Master and I was to be the slave. And a God awful willing 
one at that. I had no problem remembering who was in that office, even if my 
legs were again rebelling in their support of my scant weight as I made my 
way to the door, knocked, was told to enter and I did, closing the door 
firmly behind me. "This is Karen, Jeff." 

"So I see. Is that all I get to see?" 

Mr. Crawford said, "Remove your cloths, bitch," and I heard him, but I never 
took my eyes off Mr. Hunter. Cold, clammy fingers somehow managed to fumble 
around and I could feel the cool air caressing my naked body as I stood 
there like a complete idiot. 

"Mr. Hunter would like to inspect you, slut. Go to him and behave." Now 
there was an order I had ever desire in the world to fulfill. My jelly legs 
carried me forward to stand in front of my dream-boat. I saw his hand reach 
out to touch my tits, felt him give both nipples a painful squeeze and I 
seem to recall that I gave a murmur of pleasure to each painful squeeze but 
I can't be sure. 

"Interesting. Very interesting." My dreamboat said before adding, "Turn 
around. Slowly. I want to see all of you." His voice was quite calm and the 
deep timbre of it sent a chill down my spine as I turned so he could inspect 
me. I'm sure he noted several bruises and other marks that highlighted my 
tits and ass as I made my rotation, if he didn't he was blind. But those 
emerald green eyes were anything but blind. They were perfect 20/20. 

"Spread your cunt lips. I wish to inspect there too. " 

My fingers flew to my dripping swamp and I pulled my inflamed cunt lips as 
far apart as possible as I tipped my hips forward, eager for any inspection 
he might desire. If he wanted to inspect it with his head, I swear I would 
have stretched that far for him but he only used his finger and just that 
was heavenly. 

"Now your ass." 

I whipped myself around, bent at the waist, grabbed an ass cheek in each 
hand and pulled them apart. Again his finger did the inspecting. 

"Get dressed, Karen." He then turned back to Mr. Crawford as if I didn't 
exist, and said, "I'll give her a try and let you know." 

"If you have any complaints about her, let me know. If not, I'll expect to 
hear from you by ten tomorrow" 

"No problem." 

And they sat there in silence until I was dressed. My damn shaking fingers 
didn't help matters but finally I was again dressed. 

"Are you willing to go with me, Karen?" Somehow I 'managed to say, "Yes, 
sir." around my constricted throat and dry mouth. And in the next instance 
he was standing and walking out the door. Like the idiot I was, it took me 
several seconds to follow. I damned my purse and other personal belonging to 
hell in a handbasket as I followed him out of my office, down the isle, down 
the elevator to the parking garage and into his car. And like a fool I even 
followed him to the driver's side of the car until he told me to get' in the 
other door. I did and we drove away. 

Do you want the long or the short version of what happened? The hell with 
you, readers of this, you'll get the long one because that's the one I want 
to tell. 

He had little trouble weaving the Lincoln around in the heavy, early, rush 
hour traffic as I sat there like a zombie drinking in his looks. When the 
traffic began to thin out at the edge of the city, he said, "Open the glove 
compartment and hand me the ropes that you find." Well, those words finally 
set me in motion. Opening the glove compartment as told I saw more than rope 
with my eyes. There were all kinds of interesting things there, but I only 
took out the ropes as ordered and handed them to him as he moved into the 
slow lane of traffic. 

"Remove your blouse and bra." 

Again that deep timbered voice sent a chill down my back and again I removed 
my cloths, this time only the top half as I set blouse and bra on the seat 
to the right of me. I didn't want anything between him and me. 

"Lay down and put your hands behind your back so I can tie them with the 
rope." 

Flop went my body on the seat. Snap went my hands behind my back as I 
crossed them and kept them slightly raised to be tied. I felt the rope wrap 

around my wrists and was surprised by the lack of time involved in his one 
hand tie job, but a jerk on them proved them to be firmly in place. 

"Now sit up in the middle of the seat." 

I raised myself up and slid over to the middle. I'm sure you can guess that 
by that point I was beginning to breath rather rapidly and you'd be right. 
As the afternoon sun beat through the windshield I saw his hand dig into his 
pocket and take out his lighter. The hand next went to his shirt pocket to 
get a cigarette, pulled one out, light it with the lighter then returned the 
lighter to his pants pocket. 

"Ever been burnt?" "Yes, sir." 

"And?" "And what?" "Did you like it?" "Yes, I did, sir." "Good, I like to 
bum bitches like you." 

And believe it or not I sat there, watched him take a drag off his 
cigarette, flick the ashes off through the window and bring it to my tit. He 
turned his hand upside down and held the burning end below my left tit. Not 
all that close, just enough so I could feel the heat of it rising toward my 
tit as the smoke curled around my pointed nipple. "Ready?" 

I knew what he meant. I took a deep breath, said "Yes." and waited to have 
my nipple burnt by his cigarette. I didn't have a long wait. The red end 
touched the end of my nipple, heating it up real quick. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh," 
came out of me before I could stop it and he pulled the cigarette away. Back 
in his mouth it went, then again to the window and back to my tit. Only then 
he brought it to my right one, before asking, "Ready?" 

"God, yes, do it." 

He didn't need a second invitation as this time I managed to hold in my 
scream for several seconds before having to let it out. The cigarette stay 
on my nipple until I screamed. We were testing each other. I could have 
stood it longer, not without screaming though, and somehow I knew that he 
knew it too. 

"When I think you're ready, I put them out on your skin. But not yet. We 
still have some exploring to do with each other." And that was all he said 
as he finished the cigarette in a more normal fashion and tossed it out the 
window. 

"Lay down." 

Again his voice was calm and cool, almost as if he were inviting me to view 
the surround coun-tryside. I laid down. I felt the car speed up then his 
hand was on my tits. Nothing violent or harsh, just a gentle inspection of 
them. His warm hand felt them all over, top, sides, bottom and ends. And 
just as I was beginning to relax he clamped down 

on one so hard that I didn't have time to suppress my scream. Then back to 
being gentle. And for miles it was repeated. As soon as I didn't think he 
would hurt me again he would. The anticipation of it was driving me wild. 

I don't know how long we drove like that, it must have been a hour at least 
before I knew the car had pulled off the highway. He drove slower then, as 
if he was driving in a subdivision or small town. And still he treated and 
tormented me with the gentle then painful attentions of his hand. Then we 
slowed even more. I could see big old trees on both sides of the car then I 
saw a garage door through the windshield and we parked in his garage. I 
heard the hum of the door closing as he shut off the engine. 

"You may sit up now. Is there anyone you should notify that you won't be 
home tonight?" 

Well, that was a surprise to me. I didn't know I would be spending the whole 
night with him. "Yes, aah, my roommate, if you don't mind." 

"If I would have minded, I never would have offered. Turn around and I'll 
untie you and you can get dressed again and make your call." 

After making my call, Mr. Hunter lead me to a room in the basement. I 
suppose that now is as good a time as any to tell you that his place was 
something else. This guy had the bucks. After dressing, I realized why he 
told me to. He lived in a fucking mansion, complete with servants. 

But anyway, I'm sure you don't care to read about servants so I'll get back 
to my story. 

As I said he lead me to a room in his basement. And after unlocking the door 
to let me in I knew why. He had a frigging torture room. Now you must 
remember that up until this time I had only been used by amateurs. Mr. 
Jeffrey Hunter was no amateur by any stretch of the imagination. Just the 
sight of the equipment in that room gave me reason for pausing. And I 
suppose I did for a moment as I stared around the room. 

There were more things in there to inflict damage than I have ever seen, 
including various magazines I had read over the years. Whips? Hell, he had 
dozens of them. And canes, and crops, clamps, bars, harnesses, yards of 
ropes and chains. There were hooks and rings all over the frigging place. 
Hell, he even had one of those old fashioned pillory that you saw in your 
history books about Puritan America. And other weird devices that I had no 
idea of their uses. No wonder I paused in the door-way. 

But it was only a momentary pause. I entered the room and he locked the door 
behind us. "You may remove your clothing again, Karen, and we can get down 
to business. Perhaps a $125,00 business, who knows." 

By this time you would think that I had this disrobing down to a science, 
but you'd be wrong. 

My fingers were anything but nimble as they again accomplished the assigned 
task and I was again standing nude before Mr. Hunter. But this time he too 
started to disrobe, not all the way. He removed his suit jacket, tie, undid 
the top two buttons and cuffs of his shirt and took off his shoes. "Please 
place these around your wrists tightly." He handed me a set of leather wrist 
cuffs. The only reason I knew what they were, because I had never had them 
used on me before, was that I had seen some in magazines. 

I put them on my wrists. If you have never been into the submissive scene 
yourself, again it is one of those things that is hard to imagine. But try 
it. Imagine placing YOURSELF into bondage. 1 don't know about you, but for 
me it's a very unusual sensation. I tingle all over, my blood begins to rush 
through my veins faster and hotter, and the pit of my stomach suddenly seems 
to drop, leaving a traumatized void that literally aches. And it excites me 
like hell. 

"Please take that seat over there and try to relax for a while." 

1 saw him point to a straight-backed chair. I went to it, sat down, but I'm 
sure you'll understand that I didn't manage to relax. A minute later he came 
to me with, of all things, a brush in his hand. Now over the years I had had 
several hairbrushes used on me-on my ass as a paddle-but Mr. Hunter used it 
on my hair. That's right. He very calmly stood there and brushed my hair. He 
was very gently, easing out the few tangles that happened over the course of 
the day and he seemed to actually enjoy his task. I know I did. And I did 
actually begin to relax. He must have brushed my hair for ten minutes or so 
before he took up an unusual ponytail holder and brushed my hair to the very 
top of my head and fastened it to the holder. It fit quite snugly and seemed 
to pull every strand of my hair. My entire head felt tight when he set the 
brush aside and told me to stand. 

Gently taking me by an elbow he lead me to the center of the room. He 
reached for a rope that was hanging from one of the numberless rings in the 
ceiling, pulled it down and proceeded to tie the rope to the ponytail holder 
atop my head. Now I was beginning to understand what was to happen. He was 
going to hang me from the ceiling by my damn hair. Well, that was a first 
for me (one of many that happened that night). I felt my cunt drooling at 
just the thought of hanging by my hair, so you just know that I didn't stop 
him in the least. "Ever been hung by your hair?" "No, ahh, no, sir." 

"Any objections?" "No, sir. None at all." 

Obviously he liked my response. A slight smile, he turned and walked away. 
He went to a box on the wall that contained thirty thousand switches and 
buttons and flipped one switch and I heard a hum of machinery. A moment 
later I could feel the rope attached to my hair rising toward the ceiling. 
He stopped it just short of raising me off the floor. It was pulling my hair 
but 1 didn't even have to stand on tiptoes, yet. 

Mr. Hunter walked back to me with a metal band in his hand. It had a closing 
lock on the back, a hinge in the front and two rings on either side. 
Suddenly I knew what it was-a neck band, and my wrists were to be attached 
to it. I was correct and shortly my wrists were attached to the rings that 
hung from my neck band. I could move my hands quite freely, if 1 wanted to 
strangle myself. Somehow that thought didn't appeal to me, I held my hands 
still as he again walked back to the switches and this time I was raised off 
the floor by my hair. And God did it ever hurt. Tears were streaming out of 
my eyes, way beyond my control, as I swayed there about a foot off the 
floor. 

Mr. Hunter walked up to me and said, "I gather that you are in pain. Your 
face is quite wet with tears, but you make no sounds. Are you the type that 
tries to hold back your screams?" 

The man was very astute. 1 was in pain. Hell, it felt like the skin from 
below my ears was now on top of my head. My eyebrows felt like they were a 
foot above my leaking eyes. And I was trying very desperately to swallow my 
screams of pain. What the hell, he knew, so why not answer. "Yessss, I am, 
sir." 

It seemed to be the answer he expected as he nodded his head. Then through 
my distorted vision I saw him again reach into his pants pocket, extract his 
lighter, take a cigarette from his shirt pocket, light it, and return 
everything to his pockets. I have never smoked but suddenly the sight of him 
having a cigarette was a total turn on for me. I had no problem remembering 
the one he had had in the drive here. I could almost feel the heat from it 
still on my nipples. And I'm sure he knew exactly what I was thinking 
because he smiled and slightly nodded his head as if to tell me to get 
ready. I tried but it was useless. 

He took a couple of drags off it before approaching me. "I'm sure you know 
what is to happen now, don't you?" 

"Yessss, sirrrrr." 

"And do you want it to happen, Karen?" "Yessss, sirrrrr." 

"I thought as much. I will not remove the cigarette from your right nipple 
until you scream, so try to take as much as possible until screaming. 
Understand me, Karen?" 

What was there to misunderstand? "Yessss, sirrrrr." I knew exactly where the 
end of the burning cigarette would touch me-my right nipple. And we both 
knew that I could have withstood more pain in the car. This was to be a 
test. A test not only of me withstanding the pain, but of being able to 
control my responses to the pain. In effect I controlled the amount I was to 
be harmed. Very simple and complex at the same time. 

Calmly, as he did everything, he brought the cigarette to my right nipple. 
Instantly I felt the heat. And then it touched me. I jerked, there was no 
way to control that, swallowed a deep breath and clamped my lips together in 
an effort to stop myself from screaming. And it worked-for a while. My bound 
arms tried to stop him. It was a foolish effort as my elbows waved around 
above my tits, but there was no way for them to remove that cigarette. But 
there was a simple way to remove it-scream. It felt like an hour, but it 
couldn't have been more than eight or ten seconds before I screamed bloody 
murder and he instantly withdrew the burning cigarette from me. 

"You did much better that time, Karen. I like a woman who doesn't scream 
until really necessary. Ready for the left nipple yet?" 

To put it quite bluntly, I wasn't. But he calmly stood there, took another 
drag off my instrument of torture and waited for me to answer him. My right 
nipple had no problems at all registering the burning sensations that it was 
feeling as I tried to block it out of my mind. I took several deep breaths, 
my body stopped its swaying and I licked my dry lips before saying a very 
strained, "Yessss, sirrrrr." and tried to prepare myself for another bum. 

And then the entire process was repeated. I'll never know for sure, but I 
think I withstood it longer that time before screaming and he removed it to 
take another drag as I twisted above the floor in a very satisfying agony. 

"Very good, Karen. Very good indeed. You have magnificent tits, you know. 
They stand there so proudly on your chest, almost like they are begging to 
be tormented. Is that the case, Karen? Do you really enjoy them being 
tormented?" 

Well, there was a question I had no problems answering quickly. "God, 
yessss, yessss, Siam." My boobs had always been an instant way to turn me on 
and they could take hours, of the right kind of abuse, before I had enough. 
I literally loved for them to be sucked and bitten, especially if they got 
covered with hickies, which I'm sure I've mentioned before. But I don't 
think I could take hours of them being bumt, at least not continually. And I 
had absolutely no objections to them being beaten with whatever was handy. 

"And how about the rest of you? Would you like the cigarette to kiss your 
ass? How about your sopping pussy? Or your twitching clit? Hum?" 

God, was this guy ever pressing me to my limits! I answered as honestly as I 
could. "Mmmyyy asssssss yessss... mmyyy pusssyyy maybeee soommmee... buttt 
nnnoott mmyyy clittt pleasssee." 

"Fair enough. We'll just have to experiment." He walked around my swaying 
body and I'm ashamed to say that I jumped when his finger touched my 
quivering ass. A moment later he said, "Right there. On the count of three." 

Again I had no problem knowing what he was taking about. "One." He was going 
to hold the cigarette, "Two." on the spot he had touched with his finger. 
All 1 had to do was, "Three." oohhh God. The heat drilled into my ass cheek. 
I jerked, again no way to control that, my legs crossed and uncrossed 
themselves in midair. I held my breath until I felt like I was turning blue. 
And then I screamed and he pulled it away. 

A millennium passed before he again touched my ass with his finger, again I 
shameless jerked, as he pointed out the next area of attach. Again he 
counted to three so I would know when I was to be burnt, because I couldn't 
see him. And again I struggled to hold in my scream until no longer 
pos-sible. 

Then he again moved in front of me-his next target was my pussy. 

He spoke to me in his cool, calm voice until I had convinced my body that it 
could withstand some more. But he was different with my pussy. He didn't 
press the burning end to my hair covered flesh and hold it there. No, he 
would bring it close, close enough for me to feel the heat, then withdraw. 
Close and withdraw. He was teasing not only my body but my mind. He was 
conditioning me to withstand what he wanted. I knew it and willingly allowed 
myself to be conditioned. Until finally he was holding that damn cigarette 
to both outer lips of my pussy as I struggled to hold in my screams. 

When he was satisfied with my responses, I agreed that he could test my 
clit. God, talk about being nervous. I actually wanted him to bum my damn 
clit and yet I didn't. That little nub of inflamed tissue had brought me 
hours of pleasure. Would burning it deaden its responses in the future? 
Could I even stand the original pain? I would never know until he did it. 
And that not knowing was what made me agree. I knew it, and so did he. His 
conditioning was very, very effective. He knew it and so did I. 

An eternity passed as he used his left hand to hold me open, my twitching 
clit on plain display. Once, three times he brought the heat close to my 
clit. Then five times before I actually began to beg him to touch me with 
that thing. Jesus, God and Holy Mary, it hurt and my damn body had the 
audacity to come. 

When next I was aware of anything Mr. Hunter was calmly standing across the 
room. There was no evidence of the cigarette. He lowered me to my feet, not 
that they were supporting me anymore and turned off the machine. 

"You're a very interesting specimen, Karen. Very interesting indeed. Let me 
release you." And he did. He had to support my weight, my legs were totally 
useless at the moment, and he lowered me to the floor where I must admit I 
was glad to be. He left me there as he moved around the room. He had none of 
my interest. He could do what he wanted. I wanted to rest and I did. 

When I was again ready, so was he. He assisted me in standing, I needed the 
help as my hands were still attached to my neck and lead me to a device. It 
was very similar to a sawhorse except that the 'legs' were much wider and 
sturdier than normal sawhorses. The top was wider, perhaps eighteen inches 
or so and slightly padded. And there were various straps, clamps, rings and 
levers attached around most surfaces. 

Without much trouble I was soon draped over the top and my ankles were 
attached to straps near the floor that pulled my legs wide apart. My waist 
was securely strapped to the top. If I tried I could raise my upper body 
somewhat but could not get free. Somehow I had no wish to be free either. My 
hips and stomach were resting on the top. My tits, shoulders and head hung 
free. 

I saw his feet approach my head and then he was using my ponytail to raise 
me. My eyes searched his face. I could read nothing. 

"During this episode I would like to bind your lovely tits with rope, a very 
tight rope. I wish it to cut into your skin as much as possible, near your 
chest wall. Is that to your approval?" 

His asking me for permission was getting to me. In the past no one had ever 
asked my permission for anything. They had just did it. And I must admit 
that 1 enjoyed most of it. But this asking me was a new element. It made me 
feel even more the slave. I gave one, very short thought, to saying no just 
to see if it made a difference, but quickly discarded that thought. What the 
hell, he knew that I loved to have my tits bound in rope, the tighter the 
better. "Yes, sir." Besides, just a short while ago we had both succeeded in 
having my clit burnt. Again he was conditioning me and I eagerly went along 
with it. I knew, deep down inside of me, that his man could talk me into 
almost anything. And I'm not real sure that the `almost' couldn't be taken 
out of the sentence. 

Being the good reader you are, you know that soon my tits were indeed bound 
in very tight rope. They were, thank you very much. But, and here is the 
kicker, each still had several feet of rope hanging free. I was just as 
curious as you about that extra length of rope. My tits were full fledged 
balloons before he was done tying them, and in no time at all turning blue. 
But I had to wait to discover the reason for the extra rope, and so will 
you, dear reader. 

When he was done tying my tits, they were throbbing quite beautifully, he 
again began to talk to me. 

"Now I would like your permission to paddle your ass. I intend to use my 
college paddle. It is about eighteen inches long and slightly over an inch 
thick and constructed of hardwood. I will strike you as hard as I think you 
can bear. The padding you are lying on should keep you from bruising your 
hips and the bone under your Venus mound, however I can give no guarantees. 
Your first paddling, if you agree, will consist of fifteen strokes. Do you 
agree?" 

There he went with his permissions again. What the hell was I suppose to 
say? No? Not on your life. "Yes, sir." I thought about it for a whole 
second, before adding. "Permission to ask a question, sir." What the hell, I 
could use this permission thing too, besides slaves were suppose to ask 
permission. "Granted." 

"Would you tell me now what to expect after the initial fifteen, sir?" 

He didn't answer immediately as if he was giving it very serious thought. 
"Very well. After the first fifteen I propose to tie the ends of the ropes 
around your tits to one of the rings on the floor. Quite tightly, I might 
add. Then proceed to paddle your ass. If you are even half way normal you 
will try to raise your upper body with each stroke landed, thus pulling your 
tits. It can become quite painful, I've been told, but you would still do it 
with each blow landed on your by then very painful ass. In effect you would 
be harming yourself. You would know, at least subconsciously, that you 
should remain still. However, if I am correct, you would not be able to do 
so. And I would continue to paddle you until you could take no more. At 
which point I had planned to fuck your ass. You may have had several 
releases but I haven't. And it is becoming very difficult in delaying 
myself. And that is precisely what I had planned. What is your response?" 

Use your imagination, reader. How did that make me feel? Horny as hell, is 
how. My tits were throbbing in expectancy, my ass cheeks were tightening and 
loosening in anticipation, and I had the weird desire to have my tits bound 
to the floor for the entire episode. What the hell. He kept asking for my 
permission on matters. Why couldn't I ask my own? "I agree to what you have 
proposed. However, I have a request of my own, if permitted." 

"It is." 

"May I have my tits bound to the floor from the beginning, sir?" How about 
that for nerve, reader? By now you should know that I'm a glutton for 
punishment. 

Again he took his time in answering me. "Very well. Anything else?" 

Well, now that he mentioned it, there was. "Am I still to withhold screaming 
until I can't take anymore, sir?" 

"Why? Is it a special thrill or something for you to scream?" 

"In a way, yes, sir, it is." 

"Fine. I must consider your wants too. Ok, we will have to arrange a signal 
then. How about you can scream your head off, but when it comes to the point 
of too much, you simply say, or scream, whatever the case may be, 'mercy' 
and I will stop. Agreeable?" 

"Yes, sir. I am to say 'mercy' when I can't take any more." 

"Correct. Anything else?" 

I didn't have the nerve to ask any more, even if I was considering a quick 
diddle of my twat to get me started. "No, sir. Please begin." 

Well you can pretty much guess what happened next. He did tie by tits to the 
ring in the floor and he did it quite tightly, thank you very much. Then he 
started to paddle my ass. Now by this time in my life, I had had many a 
paddling and I thought I knew how to withstand them but this guy must have 
read me from the very beginning. 

Most people, in my experience, start off easy and work their way up. Not Mr. 
Hunter. He started almost at my limit of endurance with the very first 
stroke. And I am not ashamed to say that it surprised me. I was real glad I 
had permission to scream, because I sure as hell did. And my body did do 
what was normal. I did try to raise my upper body and pulled the hell out of 
my tits which caused me to scream yet again. And that's the way it pretty 
much went. I screamed twice per hit, once for the hit to my ass and again 
for the strain I put on my own tits. 

I tried to count the number of times he hit my ass but I must admit failure 
because I lost track somewhere after twenty-seven. I just said the hell with 
counting. I had to use all my wits, control and determination not to scream 
out one damn word mercy. I was resolute, I would not say that word. 
Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered his comment that he wanted 
relief and soon. And I prayed (can you believe that of me that you've come 
to know) that he would stop before I begged him to. 

And then it became a struggle no more. My body was totally spent. I could no 
longer even raise my upper body off the padded sawhorse. I no longer pulled 
my own tits. I didn't even move except for the rocking that the paddle 
caused. My screams subsided to gurgles with each connection of the paddle to 
my blistered ass. My head flopped a bit. My tits shook some. But otherwise I 
was all but passed out. I know he hit me some more after that, but 1 have no 
idea of the number of times, nor do I care. But eventually he stopped 
hitting me and I never said that word. 

I'm sure he was in me for a while before I actually felt his cock up my ass 
but I can't be sure. But then I did become aware of him in me. And I tried 
to make it pleasurable for him. I think 1 did. Hell, I was in a continuous 
come that threatened never to stop so I'm sure my ass was treating his cock 
to its usual talents. But then again I can't be sure. But he did empty 
himself in me and later released me and allowed me to relax. Relax hell, I 
went into a dead faint. 

The rest of the evening I spent with Mr. Hunter doesn't count for much as 
all he did was fuck me two more times, without inflecting any more damage, 
to which I must admit I was thankful. And then off to bed we went-in 
separate room none the less. The following morning he took me to my 
apartment and waited while I dressed then took me to work. To say that I had 
a difficult time sitting at my desk would be a vast understatement. 

Later on in the morning Mr. Crawford called me into his office and informed 
me that I was to make myself available to Mr. Hunter every other Wed-nesday 
night for the next six months. It appears that we did get an order for 
$,125,000 for Q10's. 

FOUR 

My life was starting to take shape again. I had Mr. Crawford's attentions 
when we could at the office and occasionally we did manage to 'have lunch' 
together and would sneak away to a hotel for an extended lunch hour-more 
like two, if you get my drift. And then 1 had Mr. Hunter the every other 
Wednesday. Michelle had gotten a part time job and our budget was improving 
too. She never made any comments about my times away from the apartment at 
nights and I never volunteered any information because I truly don't think 
she would have understood, like I said I think she is still a virgin. Damn! 
That is still hard to believe. 

So anyway back to the stuff you bought this book for. 

Mr. Crawford knew that he had a gold mine in me and took advantage of it, 
much to my pleasure I might add. And I have to admit, he did use me in a 
variety of ways. 

There were the simple times that he would order me to come into his office 
while a client was present. I never knew, or even now, when it will be more 
than my secretarial skills that will be called upon. Some times he will 
order me to strip and fuck whomever is present. And do you think I object? 
Not on your life I don't. But generally these are strictly sex, no pain 
involved whatsoever and I must admit that I do enjoy them for a change but I 
wouldn't want a steady diet of them. 

Then there are the other times. Generally these are not acted out in the 
office but the 'gentlemen' take me somewhere else. Now these can get real 
interesting. I had one John that spent over an hour sucking my cunt while 
his hand was buried wrist deep up my ass. Boy, did I ever come for that 
bastard! There was another guy that 'forced' me to spend an entire evening 
sucking his cock. That cock was up and down so many time I still think of it 
as an elevator. And of course he did hurt me a bit-nothing much, just a 
spanking as I recall. Another guy treated me like a dog all evening. Making 
me crawl around on my hands and knees, l even ate dog food from a bowl on 
the floor. But he wasn't much into the inflicting pain part. Sodomy was his 
bag. And then Mr. Crawford finally got me together with Mr. Edward 
Smithfield. Now there is a story to tell-in fact he was the one who removed 
my pubic hair with electrolysis and installed the slave chain around my 
waist. Interested in the story? Well, you're going to read about it anyway, 
unless you skip the following pages. 

It was June 18, a Thursday. 1 had spent the previous night with Mr. Hunter 
and to say that I was hurting would be putting it mildly. Mr. Crawford had a 
3:15 appointment with Mr. Smithfield, a new client. We didn't know much 
about his company but it looked promising for us, not only as indi-viduals 
but as acompany. Well, Mr. Smithfield arrived five minutes ahead of time, 
Mr. Crawford was busy, so we got to talking and as I have the tendency to do 
1 steered the conversation toward my favorite subject. Sex. And Mr. 
Smithfield eagerly followed me down that magical path until called into Mr. 
Crawford's office. Nothing real serious was said but I'm sure he got the 
impression that I was more than willing. And I was. 

And as fate would have it Mr. Crawford and Mr. Smithfield seemed to carry on 
the conversation that had been started in my office. They had talked for 
about twenty minutes before Mr. Crawford buzzed the intercom and told me 
come in. My cunt was damp in anticipation and it proved to be a fair 
indicator of things to come. 

With trembling fingers I opened the adjoining door after receiving 
permission to enter. "Close the door behind you, slut," came from Mr. 
Crawford and instantly I knew that I was again a slave. For some reason a 
boss never refers to his personal secretary as slut when a client is is 
attendance, but it is quite common for a master to do so and that was how I 
was addressed. A quick glance revealed a smirking smile on Mr. Smithfield's 
face and a warning on Mr. Crawford's. That glance was all I allowed myself 
before I lowered my eyes to the floor as my seeping cunt gave a twitch of 
approval. 

"Still interested, Ed?" came from Mr. Crawford after several minutes of 
silence. 

"Yes. Most definitely. Is it possible to view more of her?" His question was 
directed at Mr. Crawford, not me. And in my opinion Mr. Smithfield was 
correct to do so. After all, I was a slave and didn't warrant giving 
approval. 

"Strip, bitch." 

My entire spine gave a tingle with those words and as fast as possible my 
clothing was neatly folded on a chair. My downward cast eyes were trilled to 
inspect the damage that Mr. Hunter had installed on them last night as I 
heard Mr. Smithfield rise out of his chair and approach me. I saw his 
perfectly polished shoes and pressed suit pants come into view as he stood 
off to the side of me and stopped. 

"Place your hands on top of your head and turn around slowly." His voice was 
calm and almost quiet. I did as ordered. When I was again facing the far 
wall I saw his hand approach my battered left tit. It was a slow moving hand 
as if daring me to move. I didn't move at all except to take a deeper 
breath. His thumb and first two fingers encircled my marked nipple and 
started to squeeze. Again he did it slowly. More and more force was used. I 
felt my nipple flatten and my tit eagerly registered the pain inflicted upon 
it. And after the whipping it had received the night before it didn't take 
much for me to feel it either, let me tell you. 

"Aaammm." It was like my nipple was trapped in an ever tightening vise. 
Harder and harder he squeeze it. My legs threatened to buckle beneath me and 
still he used more and more force on it. My legs trembled and my hands 
locked into fists above me to keep from pulling his hand away. Not that I 
truly wanted him to stop, it's just a natural reaction of a body to protect 
itself. My knuckles were white and another moan was forced from me before he 
released it, only to do the same to its twin. 

"Turn around and present your worthless asshole for my inspection." 

Again his voice was calm and controlled. And again I obeyed his instructions 
and presented my ass as I used both hands to pull my ass cheeks apart for 
whatever he had in mind. What he had in mind was a three finger inspection 
of my opening that lasted for several minutes as I struggled to remain in 
place. 

Five minutes after that I was dressed and back in my office. Two hours later 
Mr. Smithfield left my boss's office and entered mine to tell me that I was 
to accompany him. I grabbed my purse, put a recently typed letter in Mr. 
Crawford's out box and followed him out the door to the elevator. 

Not one word was exchanged between us as we rode the elevator to the 
basement garage, down an isle of cars to his and out of the parking garage. 
He paid the parking fee and pulled out into the city traffic. About ten 
blocks away he finally spoke. "Unbutton your blouse and pull you bra down so 
I can see your bruised tits." His eyes never left the road as I complied. 
When my tits were on blatant display he finally looked at me for the first 
time since leaving my office. He smiled and for some reason that pleased me 
something fierce. "Nice. Very nice indeed." 

We continued on in the heavy traffic and occa-sionally he would look at me, 
once he even reached over to give my left nipple a little tweak. 

After about forty minutes of driving on an expressway he pulled off on a 
ramp then turned right. We were now out of the city proper and into the 
suburbs. I was vaguely familiar with the area but had no idea of our 
destination, nor did I really care when he finally spoke again to inform me 
that we would be making a few selected stops before going to his place. 

Well the few stops proved to be at three very select women's .stores where 
he purchased several articles of clothing for me-after I had modeled them 
for him and the leering sales clerk. And each was very revealing. In total 
he bought four lacy, transparent bras, all with the nipple areas removed, 
four matching panties that were crotchless, four G-strings, five gauzy, 
sheer nighties, a pair of crotch high leather boots that laced up the front, 
two pairs of supple, shoulder length leather gloves- one pair white the 
other black, two VERY wide leather belts-one white, one black, and of all 
things a big, fat dictionary was purchased at a bookstore. 

Wearing the baby blue bra and panties under my clothes we again returned to 
his car. Twenty minutes later we were at his house. It wasn't quite as 
palatial as Mr. Hunter's but there was little doubt that the man had ample 
bucks at his disposal. The butler opened the door for us and tried to 
relieve me of my packages but Mr. Smithfield stopped him before leading me 
up one of the most magnificent stairways I had ever seen. 

Shortly we were in what could only be the master suite. 

"Place the packages on the bed, remove your clothes and wait for me in the 
bathroom." A slight gesture of his hand informed me of the direction of the 
designated bathroom. After all, there was little doubt as to where I might 
find the bed. God was it ever huge. It looked like it could easily 
accommo-date six adults with room to spare and the massive posts that held 
up each comer it were bigger around than my thighs. Setting the various 
parcels on the bed I could easily see that there were several rings embedded 
in the posts as 'decoration'. I had few doubts that I would soon be part of 
those decora-tions. And that thought thrilled me. 

After removing my clothes and making my way to the bathroom I had a long 
wait before Mr. Smithfield arrived. I had long ago inspected the huge bath 
tub, outrageously massive countertop with sunken sinks with gold fixtures 
and the plush carpeting and was eager for his arrival. 

"For today I shall shave you, if I decide to keep you I will order your 
pubic hair removed by elec-trolysis. I can't abide hair on women, especially 
slaves. Place yourself beside the sink and I'll remove it now." 

Well I had never even contemplated the removal of my pubic hair but that 
didn't stop me from placing my ass on the countertop, spreading my legs and 
presenting my hair covered cunt for the razor that he had removed from a 
cabinet. Soon the sink was filled with warm water and he was lathering my 
cunt up with warm shaving foam that came out of a wall dispenser. Now that 
very delightful sensation. Warm foam and even warmer fingers soon had the 
entire area covered as my clit gave a twitch of approval. 

"I suggest that you remain still." 

How astute of him I thought as the razor approached my quivering qualm. I 
spread my legs farther apart for the straight-edged razor. He used one hand 
to hold my skin taunt as the razor sliced through the foam leaving my pink 
flesh in its wake. As I watched my foam covered hair vanish I suddenly felt 
like a little girl, and that thought didn't disturb me in the least. And 
somehow it also made me feel more subservient and while I was contemplating 
that my hair was removed from my cunt. A hot towel wiped away the last 
traces of foam and did wonders to my bald cunt. 

"On your hands and knees, ass toward the sink. There are a few hairs near 
your asshole that need to be taken care of." 

Very eagerly I turned myself around, presented my ass and was soon rewarded 
as the warm foam caressed my overflowing slit. Slice, slice went the razor 
and in no time at all I was completely shaven. 

I heard him rinse out the razor and sink before he told me to go to the 
bedroom and place myself on the bed, face down and spread-eagled. 

Returning to the master bedroom I had little doubts as to why he had taken 
so long in joining me in the bathroom. The bedspread and sheet had been 
turned down, there were now leather thongs attached to several of the rings 
that were attached to the bed posts, a massive leather covered some-thing 
was lying on the top of the bed, dead center that I knew I was to drape 
myself over so my ass would be raised toward the ceiling, several sets of 
cuffs and there were several fiendish looking weapons neatly arranged at the 
foot of the bed. 

I crawled up on the bed, crawled to the middle and placed myself over the 
leather covered thing in the middle. I thought that it was leather covered 
wood, as it was very firm. I spread my arms and legs as much as possible and 
again awaited his arrival. Shortly he did. 

Something was dropped in front of me on the bed. "Place them on your wrists 
as I get your ankles." I picked up the leather bands, saw how they worked 
and fastened them around my wrists as snugly as I could as I felt him do the 
same to my wide spread ankles. Soon my ankles were fastened so that they 
were pulled toward the floor and wide apart. In fact a bit too wide. The 
junctures of leg and hip were sorely stretched as my newly shaved cunt was 
assaulted by the cooler air. "Give me your left hand." 

I raised it toward the side of the bed and his voice. Soon I knew that a 
leather thong was attached to the band but he surprised me when he raised my 
arm up. I had thought that it would be pulled down like my ankles. So much 
for my thoughts as he pulled it way up, in fact raising my entire upper body 
off the leather covered thing in the middle of the bed. 

Then naturally my right wrist was treated the same. When he was finished, or 
so I thought, I was at an angle; feet down and head up as my hips rested on 
the thing in the middle of the bed. He then proceeded to tie my tits. Using 
still some more leather thongs he cut my tits from my chest until they were 
as swollen as any kid's balloon. Then taking the other ends of the thongs 
around my tits he tied them to still more rings on the bed posts. These he 
tied as low as my feet pulling them harshly away from my hanging torso. 
Shamefully, I moaned in pain, to which he informed me was only the start. He 
mumbled something about one of the company's products, but quite frankly I 
didn't give a shit about any product that our company sold at that moment. 

"Even if Mr. Crawford hadn't informed me of your beating from last night I 
would know that you are in at least some pain. Tell me, what was used on 
you." 

Why do men insist on talk when all I want is action? Oh, what the hell. "I 
was beaten... with a thirty-six inch riding crop... then my tits were pierce 
with... ten inch pins before he stuffed... a cucumber up my cunt and fucked 
my ass, sir." 

"And did you enjoy that treatment?" "Yes, Sir. I did." 

"Obviously he beat your tits and ass. Can they withstand more?" 

Now readers, you have to remember that it had been since high school that I 
had undergone pain on an almost daily basis, so I had to consider his 
question. Mr. Hunter had been anything but gently the night before, in fact 
I had little problems remembering or currently feeling what had trans-pired. 
I hurt. There was no two ways around it, but then by now you should know me 
a bit. I am a glutton for punishment, so I answered, "Yes, sir." "And do you 
enjoy being pierced?" 

Again you should know my answer. I said yes again. 

"And do you enjoy screaming?" "Yes, Sir." 

"I thought as much. Well, we have no worries on that count. This room is 
quiet soundproofed. What is your method of saying when you have had enough?" 

"In the past, all I had... to say was mercy." 

"Well, 1 see no reason to change that. You may use the same word to signal 
when you have had enough. But I must warn you, don't over-abuse it. Well, 
enough talk, it's time to begin." 

By this time I was well aware that Mr. Smithfield was a man of few words, he 
had surely used them sparingly so far. And as I was thinking over that 
thought he did indeed begin. And I screamed bloody hell. I suppose I had 
gotten used to Mr. Hunter-asking before he did anything and telling me what 
to expect next. Not so the case with Mr. Smithfield. 

Later I was to learn that he pierced my newly shaven cunt lips to the 
leather covered mound in the center of the bed with two five inch needles, 
but when they entered me I could have sworn that he used a blazing 2X4. In 
all of my experiences I had never been pierced in my cunt lips. Oh sure, 
they had been beaten, squeezed, mauled, squashed during sex, pulled to the 
extreme, licked and sucked. But never had they been pierced. God, did that 
ever hurt. Naturally I tried to close my legs, to no avail, and to pull 
away, again to no avail. My cunt lips were firmly attached to the that 
leather hump on the bed and all of my twisting, turning and screaming did 
nothing to change it. I was held very firmly in place as he took up a strap 
and proceed to beat the shit out of my already beaten ass. 

And I am not ashamed to say that I cried like a baby. My poor fanny didn't 
take many stokes before I was seriously considering screaming one certain 
word. But somehow I swallow that word and endured his strapping. From the 
first stroke I never bothered to count, I knew it would be futile. My one 
and only concern was not to say 'mercy'. 

My ass was on fire and throbbing before he changed points of attack and 
shifted to my back. By this point in my story I'm not sure if I've mentioned 
the fact that my back is extremely susceptible to pain. Well, it is. Mr. 
Hunter knew that fact and rarely administered the strap to my back because 
he knew of my limited ability to accept pain there. Not so Mr. Smithfield. 
He had no such knowledge and laid that damn strap into my back with an equal 
force as he had to my battered ass. And I broke. I said that damn word. 

"Aaaaaa ggggggggggg God, mercy... mercy... not myyy backkkk... mercy." 

Instantly Mr. Smithfield stopped. And out of the comer of my tear filled eye 
I saw him study me. He stood there beside the bed, the strap in his hand. 
And if I wasn't mistaken there was true concern reflected in his eyes, 
before he asked, "No more on your back?" 

"Pleasssssssee no... mercy... not my bacckkkk." "But I may continue in 
another area?" 

Now dear reader I had to really think over that one. I had hurt like hell 
before the evening had started and since then 1 had had my pussy shaved and 
pierced with needles, I was strung up like a side of beef after slaughter, 
my ass was a flaming infernal, and my back hurt to the dickens, not to 
mention that my tits were tied and pulled away from me like so much taffy. 
Indeed 1 gave his question very serious thought. 

I took a deep breath, "Yeeeeeeeesss... butttt nottt muchhh, please." 

He paused a moment then left my field of vision. I didn't have long to 
wonder where he had gone to. I felt the strap land on the backs of my legs 
all the way down to the soles of my feet. Down one leg and up the other. Up 
and down my legs and feet the strap landed again and again. I was again on 
the point of saying that word when he stopped, jumped up on the bed and 
waved his cock in my face. I'm no fool. Instantly I swallowed his 
magnifi-cent bonner and gave it all the love and devotion I was capable of. 

I think I've mentioned the fact that I'm a very devoted oralist and I did my 
best. I sucked, slurped, sucked, licked and loved his cock like it deserved 
to be treated. He didn't try to overpower me. He just held my hair in his 
hands as he let me do all the work. His hips hardly moved as I whored him to 
climax and swallowed very precious drop. 

And when he was sated he released me and of all things offered me dinner. I 
ate mine standing up. By midnight I was sleeping very soundly back in our 
apartment, on my stomach. He was going to pick me up after work the 
following day. 

Over my five months with Mr. Smithfield he did indeed permanently remove my 
pubic hair and install the slave chain around my waist. He also increased my 
wardrobe and bank account. With his donations and money from others that I 
entertained for Mr. Crawford, Michelle and I were able to move into a larger 
and better apartment. 

FIVE 

As I mentioned earlier Mr. Smithfield was my last master. The last for any 
length of time that is. Over the course of the months there were others that 
found their way into my life and body. 

I met David at a bar where I was trying to find some time to myself. I had 
curled up in booth way in the dim back of the bar. The music was blaring, 
smoke filled the air and the area around the bar was crowded, but not so my 
little comer. As 1 nursed my gin and tonic I allowed my eyes to roam the 
area around me and I instantly saw David. Of course I didn't know his name 
when I first saw him but to be honest with my readers I must admit that he 
intrigued me. He was not the type that usually attract me. He wasn't tall or 
dark or threatening looking. He was about five ten, of medium build and 
leaning toward the slender side. But even over the distance that separated 
us I could see his eyes. They were the deepest blue 1 had ever seen and I 
felt like they had instantly stripped me and laid me bare. I liked that 
feeling. 

Over the course of about a half an hour our eyes continued to meet across 
the smoke filled room. Somehow I knew, that he knew, 1 would never approach 
him and he seemed in no hurry to come to me. He would watch me then turn to 
talk with others, then back to me, as if trying to decide if 1 were worth 
the effort. But when I glanced at my watch as if to leave, he stood and I 
froze in mid-move. He turned to the bar then back around with two glasses in 
his hand and walked toward me. 

He stood beside my table, set both glasses down then sat across from me. We 
didn't speak for some time. We just stared at each other as if words weren't 
necessary. Perhaps they weren't. 1 just knew he was my type of man. 

He slid one of the glasses toward me and said, "Drink it. All of it." 

To well trained to do otherwise I lifted the glass. But before it got to my 
mouth I smelled the whisky. I detest whisky and here was a full eight ounce 
glass of it that I was drink, and it wasn't diluted with anything. He saw my 
hesitance, and asked, "Don't like whisky, do you?" 

I shook my head from side to side. "But you'll drink anyway, won't you?" 

That time my head nodded up and down. I took a deep breath and started to 
swallow the horrible stuff. One gulp and I was choking. He sat there calmly, 
waited until I could breath again then pointed to the glass. I took another 
drink with better success then finished off the stinky stuff and sat the 
glass on the table between us. 

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" 

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I managed to shake my head. There was 
no possibility of speaking, my voice was burned raw. 

He smiled and leaned back in his seat. His eyes traveled over me like a 
government worker taking a survey of very precious property. "Sit up 
straight, shoulders back and tits out so I can see them better." No please, 
no smile, just an order. 1 obeyed. "Nice. Now undo the top two buttons of 
your blouse and spread your legs as wide as possible for my fax." Well, by 
then dear reader, I was trapped and he knew it. I did as ordered. 

The bar was quite warm but that didn't stop my body from being covered with 
goose bumps as my fingers fumbled their way around the buttons and button 
holes as my legs spread to max under the table. As I said, I was in a dim 
comer but not dim enough that he couldn't see my nipples poking out of the 
ends of my bra. He smiled, took a sip of his drink and jammed his shoe 
covered foot into my spread cunt. I tried, truly 1 did, to not move, but 
failed and gave a gasp of pain as I dug my fingers into the seat beside me. 
He ground his shoe into me, twisting it as much as he could under the table. 
I squirmed. In arousal. 

"A pain lover, aren't you?" 

Well, there was little reason to lie so I nodded my head as I tried to hold 
myself in place for his grinding foot. And my twitching clit. 

Again he smiled. "Thought I had read you right. Care for some ruff stuff 
tonight? My place isn't far." I could contemplate my life any old time, now 
1 was too busy living it. My head went up and down again. Two minutes later 
we were exiting the bar as several heads turned in our direction. Probably 
because my blouse was still undone and my tits showing. He had never said to 
redo them, so I didn't. 

Once outside he put his arm around me, slid his hand under my arm and 
grabbed the edge of my blouse pulling it way to the side to display my left 
tit to all who cared to see it. And several did as we walked the two blocks 
to his car and got in. As he turned the key, he said, "Take the blouse off. 
You won't be needing it for the rest of the night." As he pulled away from 
the curb I pulled my blouse off. My protruding nipples were harder than rock 
and 1 had yet to say my first word to him. 

"Well trained aren't you?" Just as I was about to answer, he interrupted. 
"No, don't speak. I like the silent type. And the obeying type." 

It took about five minutes to reach his place, park the car and enter the 
front door. He flicked on a light, closed the door, and said, "Now take the 
skirt off." While I did that he turned on another light and sat down. "And 
the slip." When I was finished I stood there in my cut out bra, garter belt, 
hose and heels as his eyes again took an in depth survey of me. "When was 
the last time?" 

It didn't take a genius to know what he was referring to. My last episode 
with Mr. Crawford was still evident on my skin. "Four days ago, sir." came 
my first words. 

"Open that closet behind you and bring me the rope. 

Things were definitely looking on the bright side. I love bondage. I found 
the rope with no problem, knelt before him and handed it to him. 

"As pretty as it is, the bra will have to go." I removed the cut out bra as 
I knelt before him. "Turn around, place your wrists behind you neck." In 
less time than you would think, my hands were very effectively bound behind 
me and held in place by the rope pulled through my mouth and tied behind my 
head. A very tightly tied rope, 1 might add, as it dug into my lips and 
cheeks. 

"Now up on the coffee table. Legs spread wide." When I was in place, he 
said, "My neighbors live very close by so we can't make that much noise. 
Therefore, I will not use a whip. Rope is quieter. Stay in position, when 
you can't take any more just bend forward at the waist. Understand?" 

I understood quite well, thank you. I had no more than nodded my head than 
he swung a length of rope. Instantly both nipples were burning where it had 
landed. A muffled moan, a deeper breath and I waited for it to land again. 
It did. He was very good with that hunk of rope. My tits; top, bottom, sides 
and pointy tips were well heated before he did the same to my thrusting back 
tush. Four strokes to my back (remember its lack of ability to receive 
pain?) and I started to bend forward. But he saw my intent, understood the 
reason, and moved around to my front again. My belly was eminently stripped 
before he landed two on my bare cunt and dropped the rope on the floor. 

With surprisingly gentleness he helped me to lower myself to the coffee 
table then took his place behind me. As my rope burned cheek dug into the 
slick surface of the table his cock slid up my even slicker cunt and 
proceeded to fuck me like a machine. And a very good machine it was. Long, 
fat, hard and pounding in and out of me. 

That man has stamina. He drove in and out of me for an eternity as I kept 
climbing up up and away. 1 flew over the edge so many times that I was 
coming continuously. Then he shifted to my willing ass and I came even more 
before he finally dumped his load up my quivering chute. 

David and I still see each other occasionally and it is a very enjoyable 
time we have when we get together. Yes, indeed it is. 

SIX 

Last month Lad the strangest encounter. Michelle and I were out shopping at 
the local mall and you would never guess who we literally bumped into. Do 
you remember Tommy? Well, we sure as hell did. We were staring at some 
decorations and weren't paying any particular attention to where we were 
going and as I stepped back to get a better view I felt myself bump up 
against someone. Well, you can imagine my surprise when 1 turned around to 
apologize and looked up into Tommy's startled face. 

"Well, I'll be damned. Ghosts from the past. Karen and Michelle." 

"Tommy!" we both said at the same time, neither of us believing that he 
stood before us in all of his magnificent glory. Tommy hadn't changed all 
that much. A little more mature and self-assured, but he still had his 
boyish grin and casual manner that I remembered so well. 

"Come on. Let's get a drink and catch up on old times. God, it's been years. 
How have you two been?" 

In a matter of minutes we were sitting around a table, in a back comer of a 
small restaurant in the mall rehashing old times. The six years that had 
lasped since we had last seen each other were quickly explained. Tommy had 
done exceedingly well at college, had played football, and had even played 
pro ball for a year before an injury to his ankle had stopped his career. He 
was now working at a prestigious law firm in the city were things were going 
even better for him. Tommy had never been dumb and had always known what he 
wanted out of life. To hear him talk, he had it all, or at least he would in 
a few years. We were properly impressed. 

As we talked I noticed that his eyes kept probing me as if trying to 
discover something. I'm sure your guess was the same as mine. Was I still 
into the submissive scene. Obviously I was, and wanted him to know it. My 
fondest memories were still of Tommy. I wouldn't have any qualms at all in 
resuming our relationship, however it turned out. Deep down, I knew I was 
still in love with my first lover. He may not have know it, but with a crook 
of his finger, I was still his to command. 

We talked and talked some more. Tommy sat across from us in that restaurant 
as my heart pounded away in my chest and my cunt was sending out its 
abundant secretions of lust. I couldn't take my eyes off him. If Michelle 
wasn't there I would have been on my knees begging him to take me back. 
Somehow I had always acted differently around her and I still did. But even 
with her presence I got my message to Tommy: I"still want you. I saw his 
understanding and the boyish grin he gave me made my drenched cunt give a 
twitch. 

We talked some more, exchanged phone numbers and addresses then went our 
separate ways. Upon parting he gave Michelle a quick peck on the cheek, then 
did the same to me. With one very important difference. When he leaned 
forward to kiss my cheek his hand gave my nipple one very satisfying twick. 
I knew he would be calling. 

And I was right. We had no more than opened our door than the phone was 
ringing. Dropping my packages on the couch, I answered the phone. "Hello." 

"Hi, Karen. It's Tom. I just have one question, bitch. Yes or no?" 

I didn't know if he meant was I still into pain, or if I wanted to see him 
again, or whatever. But I did know my answer. "Yes." 

"I thought as much. You're still a slut, aren't ya?" "Yes." 

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight. Be ready, I don't like to wait. And don't 
bother with undergarments. They'll just get in the way. Say 'yes, sir' and 
hang up, bitch." 

"Yes, sir." I hung up the phone. God, it was too much. I was going to go out 
with Tommy again. I'm sure Michelle asked me twice who it was before I 
answered that it had been Tommy and he was coming to get me at eight. 
Michelle was genuinely pleased for me, I guess deep down she knew how I felt 
about him as she proceeded to make supper while I put away our purchases. 

We ate, cleaned up the mess, I took a shower and got ready. Somewhere in the 
back of my mind I was vaguely aware that Michelle was acting somewhat 
strange but quite frankly gave it little thought as I got ready. 

I wanted to impress Tommy so I wore one of the transparent silk blouses that 
Mr. Smithfield had given me along with the matching skirt, garter belt, 
hoses and heels. I even remembered to wear Tommy's favorite perfume. My 
fingers were ice cold as I hung a gold chain around my neck that Mr. Hunter 
had given me. As the tiny figure of a slave girl in chains touched my chest 
it sent a thrill up my spine. I wondered if Tommy would notice it. 

At precisely eight the doorbell rang. With cold fingers and trembling hand I 
opened the door and there stood Tommy. He stepped in as if he owned the 
place, gave Michelle a wave, took my arm and we left. 

He had no more than closed the door behind us than I was slammed against the 
wall as his mouth tore into mine and his hands squeezed the shit out of my 
tits. God, I loved it. And him. I willingly surrendered myself to him as he 
mauled me there in the hallway of my apartment building. Perhaps he would 
have taken me then and there if Mrs. Williamson hadn't come along just then, 
but I'll never know for sure. "Good evening, Karen. Going out tonight my 
dear?" 

Her words made Tommy stop as his head snapped in her direction as if trying 
to remember where he was. Somehow I managed to find my voice to say yes I 
was going out and introduced her and Tommy. And as luck would have it, she 
rode the elevator down with us and we parted company at the sidewalk. 

"Nosy old bitty, isn't she?" He didn't wait for my response as he more or 
less drug me to his car, shoved me and, got in himself and we sped away I'd 
appreciate you more." 

"Take your damned blouse off, bitch, and suck my cock." 

The material of my blouse was a blur as I more than eagerly did as ordered 
and in seconds my mouth was wrapped around his magnificent cock. As I paid 
dutiful homage to him, he continued to talk as I divided my attention 
between his cock and his words. 

"Aaaahhh... yea. You always did have a good mouth, bitch. Did you ever know 
that you were my first slave? Oh sure, I had other chick in high school who 
would fuck and suck me, but you were my first slave. Ohhh that's good. After 
I went away to college I thought it would be a snap to replace you, but that 
was easier said than done. Yea, all the way down, bitch. Being on the team I 
had no trouble getting dates, but none of them worshipped me that way you 
did. Hell, most of them wanted me to please them. They thought that because 
1 got between their legs 1 should worship them. Ahhmmmm. No way. I don't 
mind a good tasting pussy, not in the least, but they thought it was their 
right or something." 

"Well, it took me a while but I finally got another bitch like you. Yea, 
play with my nuts. Mmmmmmm. Ann was better looking than you and could take 
the pain by the hours. But she didn't think I could pass her around. She 
wanted just me. 

Imagine that. A fucking slave given orders. Well, I put up with her for 
about three months until I said the hell with it. Yea, that's it brush my 
cock with your tonsils. Mmmmmmuuumm." 

"I got some guys together one night and we all had her. You should have seen 
her, bitch. You would have appreciated what we did to her. She fought us. 
Can you imagine that. Six to one and she had the gall to fight. Well, a few 
feet of rope and she wasn't gonna go anywhere. We whipped her until she was 
a blood pulp then fucked like we had never had a woman before. Oooohhmmm. At 
one time there were four of us in her-two up her cunt, one hand up her ass, 
and another was buried down her throat. Well after that she stopped fighting 
us. Later I had both of my fists in her, one in her cunt, the other up her 
ass, as I forced her to suck off the others. Yeaaa, almost these bitch, keep 
sucking. L bet she made them all come in record time. She knew that my 
hands... would stay in her... until they had all come... aahhhaaa yeaaa, 
nowww bitchhhh now." 

Tommy gave me his cream then and I swallowed every precious drop as his 
fingers turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. 

After he calmed down and I had him cleaned up, I couldn't help but think 
that Ann had been one lucky bitch to have had Tommy and his friends. Tommy 
pulled my hair and 1 sat up. A quick look around and I knew where we were. I 
saw the satisfaction on his face and ventured a question. "So what happened 
after that night?" 

He turned to me, gave me a strange look as if he didn't know what I was 
taking about. Then he seemed to remember. "That was it. I never saw her 
again. I did hear that she dropped out of school and went back home." He 
paused then before asking. "Did the story turn you on, bitch?" 

Well, I didn't see any reason to lie. "Yes. Yes it did. I wish I could have 
been in her place. Of course I wouldn't have fought anything that happened. 
But..." there I paused as a sudden thought hit me. "Did you like her 
fighting you? Did that make it special?" 

"In a way I guess it did. I had only had you, who never fought a damned 
thing 1 did. Yea, I guess in a way I did like her fighting us. But I liked 
your behavior better. I like willing bitches. Ones that know where the shit 
they belong. I had another bitch after her but Diane couldn't take that much 
in the way of pain. She was very submissive. Enjoyed being ordered around. 
Hell one night she played maid to eight of us. There she was, stark naked, 
serving drinks as we played poker. I made sure I lost a few hands during the 
night and used her as my wager. She was more than willing to give blow jobs 
and receive the spankings that I had bet. But when I bet her pierced tit on 
a hand and lost it took four of us to hold her down while Jim pierced her 
tit with a long needle." 

"But she was good enough for a while. 1 kept her around my senior year but 
dumped her when I went to play pro ball for a year. And then of course that 
was a short career but I did all tight in law. Here we are. Like my place?" 

I knew from the address he had given Michelle and me that he lived in a good 
neighborhood but this was even more than I had anticipated. We pulled into 
the garage. A minute later we were walking into his house. 1 carried my 
blouse. 

SEVEN 

He flipped on a light. There before me was a bachelor's paradise. Thick, 
lush carpeting covered the floors. A massive stone fireplace was centrally 
located in the opposite wall. Sparse but expensive furniture was placed in a 
casual arrangement, all centering around the fireplace. Thick throw pillows 
were handy for lying in front of the fire. A bar stood off to the side, it 
was well stocked. And before I could look farther the lighting dimmed and 
suddenly the room was very romantic. "You like?" 

"I like very much." 

"Thought you would. Take off the rest of your clothes, you won't be needing 
them for a while. Want a drink?" 

As my fingers undid my skirt I asked for a gin and tonic, stepped out of the 
skirt and tossed both blouse and skirt on a nearby chair. I followed Tommy 
to the bar and took the glass he offered. Wrapping my fingers around the 
slick, smooth crystal 1 wished it were Tommy's cock instead. 

"Well, I see you haven't lacked for attention lately. Who beats you now?" 

I told Tommy about my recent life. The parts that I didn't tell him when 
Michelle was with us. He seemed impressed. I even told him about my writing 
this book-that really made him smile. 

"Great. But now let's get down to business, bitch. Get over there on the 
floor. Ass up, way up in the air. Still into bondage?" 

"Yes." 

I'm sure he saw the gleam in my eyes at the mention of bondage. And I'm glad 
he did. I went over to the rug in front of the fireplace as he had motioned, 
I dropped to my knees. In a second my ass was waiving in the air as I knelt 
on my knees and elbows, my legs widely spread. I didn't bother to watch him 
as he moved around the room, left for a bit then returned. Somehow I wanted 
what he was going to do to me to be a surprise. I kept my eyes closed. 

I knew he was standing beside me. I could feel him. And as the time passed 
with nothing hap-pening I began to get nervous. It was like he was trying to 
decide if I was worth the effort or not. I prayed I was. Then he finally 
began to act. 

I felt him tie a rope around each of my ankles. He still tied things 
tightly. When I felt the rope being pulled I finally opened my eyes and saw 
him tie the other end to a rig embedded in the stone fireplace close to the 
floor. He then did the same to the other rope attached to my other ankle. At 
which point I raised my head to check out that fireplace. And there they 
were. Rings all over the stone fireplace. Some were high, some were low. And 
there must have been over twenty of them. Each was embedded in the mortar of 
the fireplace as if for decorations. Heavy steel rings. 

"I can smell your cunt, bitch. You're horny as hell, aren't you?" 

My voice refused to function but he seemed satisfied by the vigorous shaking 
of my head. "Get up on your knees, bitch. That's it. Now take your time and 
look around. See all the rings all over the place? The ones by the bar? How 
about those over there on the wall? Yea, that's right. They're even in the 
ceiling. Most people think 

they're just part of the decor, and in a way they are. I had this room 
custom made. You see, you started something. I'm hooked on sluts like you, 
even if they are hard to come by. I wanted to be prepared for when the next 
one came around. I never dreamed it would be you. But I guess it's only 
fair. You were my first slave and you are the first one to be tied to my new 
decor. Now give me your hands." 

I raised my hands and soon both wrists were wrapped in rope that cut into 
them quite well, thank you. He knelt down and passed the rope from my wrists 
through my legs. 

"You'd better get your face pressed into the floor or when I pull this rope 
you'll slam into it." 

I quickly understood his meaning as he wrapped the end of the rope through 
still another ring that was at floor level in the wall behind me. I lowered 
my face to the floor as I felt him pull the rope between my legs. My hands 
were reaching for my toes between my legs, and he pulled even tighter. My 
body's natural reaction was to scoot toward my feet but that was stopped 
because my ankles were tied off above my head. Hands pulled toward my feet, 
feet pulled toward my head. I had no place to go as my ass pointed toward 
the ceiling. I wondered if any of the rings in the ceiling were to be used. 
"Feel bound enough, bitch?" 

I felt magnificent. Already my feet and hands were tingling from lack of 
circulation. I licked my lips. "I feel wonderful." 

"You know, bitch, you haven't change all that much in six years. If anything 
you love it more, don't you, slut?" 

"Yesss." Hell, why deny it? I did enjoy it more. This time I did watch him 
as he left the room. If I were to guess he headed for a bedroom. A few 
minutes later he was back-in his hands were a riding crop, a massive dildo, 
a blindfold, and a box. My clit gave a pleasant twitch as he approached me. 
"Just to keep you in the right frame of mind, I'm gonna blindfold you. That 
way your other senses will be more stimulated." He slid the blindfold over 
my eyes. Over the years I had been blindfolded many a time, and it was just 
like he said. With one sense blocked the others worked overtime. It also 
added the element of surprise. You never know where to expect the next pain 
to land. Or the next caress. Or the next anything. The anticipation adds an 
extra thrill. 

I offered no objections to the blindfold. 

Once I was encased in darkness all I could do was wait. Tommy took his time. 
I could hear him moving around and rearranging items, but I had absolutely 
no idea what he was doing. That is until he started. I heard a whistling 
then my ass eagerly registered the pain. I had little doubt that I had just 
been hit with the riding crop. "Aaaaaaammm." 

I jerked but had no where to go. My ass remained in place and it landed 
again, and again. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty times Tommy brought that crop to my 
waiting ass. I couldn't see him, so each time came as a surprise. Some were 
quickly followed by another. While with others time would pass between them. 
The suspense was magnificent. The immitig-ableness drove me wild as the pain 
sunk in deeper and deeper with each successive blow landed on my upturned 
ass. 

My cunt was overflowing with juices. My female scent filled the air. Tommy 
kept up the strokes. I didn't bother to count any more as I allowed myself 
to wallow in my pain. I knew that several overlap-ping strokes had broken my 
skin and I knew that I was bleeding. But there was no way in hell that I 
would beg him to stop. Not Tommy. If Tommy wanted to beat me to death I 
wouldn't stop him even if I could. I loved him. Deep down I knew that I 
always had, and probable always would. 

My brain and body just flowed with the pain. It felt comforting, normal. I 
was back with Tommy where I belonged. Yes, I screamed. And yes I tried to 
pull away from the pain, but there was no where to go. I truly wanted to be 
there on his floor, under his whip, and under his control. And then he 
stopped hitting me with the crop. 

I felt him kneel behind me, and my only question was-would he enter my ass 
or my cunt. During all my time before with Tommy he had never shown a 
preference to either opening, so I had no way of guessing. I could only 
guess and anticipate where he would bury himself in me. 

I felt something cool and firm spread my cunt lips. That was definitely NOT 
a cock, it had be the dildo. Tommy pushed, shoved and jammed that dildo into 
my soaking cunt. He never stopped the flow of nasty words directed at me. I 
truly felt wanted. And stretched. That damned dildo was massive. I truly 
think his fist would have been smaller. But that didn't stop him in the 
least. Push, shove, twist, jam, it made its way up me. There wasn't one tiny 
wrinkle left in my cunt when he was done placing it in me. I was full to 
overflowing. I moaned. I screamed. I begged-for him to continue until there 
was nothing left to insert in me as I felt the end slip inside my stretched 
cunt lips. 

"Is that enough to fill you yet, bitch? Got any more room? How about your 
stinking ass? Does it feel neglected? Well, it won't for long, slut. I saved 
your asshole for my cock." 

And you guessed it. Tommy began to fill my ass with his cock. There was 
damned little room for expansion. That massive dildo up my cunt didn't leave 
much room for his cock, to enter. But I'm sure you know that Tommy didn't 
let a little thing like cramped space stop him. Yea, it took him a while to 
get his cock up my ass but he did manage it as 

I screamed blood murder. But not once did I beg him to stop. 

I forced my shitter to accept him and it did. Yes, I did tear some but what 
the hell, it was Tommy who wanted entry and neither my mind nor body wanted 
to refuse him anything. I was definitely full. But I felt fantastic. Tommy's 
cock was again in me and my world was complete again. Six damned years I had 
waited for that moment. 

Tommy fucked my ass as I wreathed there on the floor as much as my bounds 
would allow. He plowed my ass. He went at full speed from the moment of 
entry. His balls tapped the dildo further into my stuffed cunt. I came. Oh, 
God, did I ever come. Once. Twice. Three, four, continuously. My ass 
twitched, quivered, jerked, sucked and pulled at him until heaven arrived 
and his white cream mixed with my shit. He collapsed forward across my back 
and as his cock trembled in its last efforts his hands bruised my tits and 
his breath tickled my exposed ear. 

When I finally returned to earth Tommy's body was no longer laying over 
mine. Using my other senses 1 tried to figure out where he was. I heard a 
tinkling sound, like ice cubes in a glass and tried to focus on where it had 
come from. He was at the bar, a drink in hand. 

What was to come next? 

I could only wait there bound on the floor while he made his decisions. That 
dildo was still definitely within me, but somehow it didn't seem as huge 
anymore. It felt quite comforting, in fact. I knew I would miss it if it 
were removed from me. 

"You back to earth yet, bitch?" 

His voice had definitely come from the bar area. "Yessss." 

"Great. Then I can proceed. I think you're gonna like what happens next, 
slut. Want to know what I plan? Or would you just like it to happen?" 

"I... I don't know." And truly I didn't. I'd always been curious, but the 
unknown always held a thrill too. 

"Well, if you can't make a decision, I'll make it for you. I want to tell 
you. just thinking about it will turn you on, or scare the shit out of you. 
One way or the other, bitch, you will react." 

My throbbing ass waived in the air. My feet and hands had long ago lost any 
feelings. And my tits had a pleasant tingling to them as I waited his next 
words. 

"First I'm gonna rearrange you. Instead of your hands tied to the floor, 
they'll be bound to a ring in the ceiling. Sound interesting, slut? I 
thought it would. Then I'm going to pay some attention to your fantastic 
tits. I always was impressed by your tits, bitch. But then I'm sure you 
remember that fact. I can still remember that first night at the drive-in 
when I got my first look at your knockers. 

God, what a sight. But then what the hell, I'm sure you've been told that 
many a time since then, haven't you sleeze bag?" 

While he was taking he was also doing what he said he was going to do. I 
felt my hands being released, the rope pulled from between my legs and my 
hands being raised toward the ceiling. My feet were still attached to the 
ring in the fireplace near the floor. As he pulled my body up I hung at an 
angle. Something like this "/", my feet in front of me. My eyes were still 
blindfolded. 

"Then I'm gonna cover your tits with hickies. Yea, I remember you, slut. I 
know you like hickies on your tits. Hell, you like your body marked in 
almost any fashion, but as I remember, hickies hold a special place in your 
sluttish mind. But I'm not going to stop there, bitch. No not by a long 
shot. I'm going to beat them, then pierce them. Hell, I might even bum them 
to a crisp. What do you thing of that, slut?" 

My voice was almost useless, but I'm sure he got the message when I licked 
my lips and shook my strung up bod so my tits would wiggle just so. In my 
book, what he proposed sounded just fine. I'm sure he got the message, 
because I heard him laugh. 

"Yea, I remember you, bitch. I haven't forgotten a thing. One of these days 
I'm gonna experiment. I'm going to beat your fucking tits until you've 
finally had enough. But not tonight. No, tonight I have other plans for you, 
slave. But now to taste them again." 

He used both hands to slam my tits together in the center of my chest as he 
tried to capture both nipples in his mouth. A futile effort, as they were so 
big, but I did appreciate the effort and the sensations. Tommy used his 
tongue, teeth, suction, and hands on my eager tits until 1 thought I would 
go out of mind. I knew my tits were covered with the hickies that I love so 
much, of course there were also teeth marks too. I knew there wasn't an inch 
of unmarked skin visible on the whole massive area of my tits. He covered 
the tops, the sides, bottons. And I'm sure my nipples looked to be five 
inches across before he stopped, much to my displeasure, I might add. I 
heard him pick something up. 

In the next instance that something slammed into both nipples. I screamed. 
And I came like gangbusters. I don't know what he used, but I don't think it 
was the crop. It seemed much slimmer than the crop that had battered my ass 
earlier and it seemed to puncture the skin too. 

"Aahheeooww.. what are youu ussing on meee?" He landed the instrument of 
torture again before he answered. "I thought this would get your attention, 
bitch." He hit me again. "Can't you figure it out yet?" It landed again. I 
had no idea. From the pain in my tits I knew it was about a half inch wide, 
but there were also things in it that cut into me. It landed again, and 
again. I knew my tits were covered with puncture marks, but I wasn't sure if 
I was truly bleeding yet. I'm sure there were dots of blood just below the 
surface of the skin, but I don't think any blood had come out yet. 

"Come on slut, think. What am I using on your pain loving tits?" 

I tried to decide, but could think of nothing. It felt like metal but it was 
flexible too. And what had barbs on it? It landed again. I screamed but 
still didn't know what it was that hit me. "I... I donnnn'tt knowwwwwwwww. " 

"Come on, bitch. Think." It landed again. "What is made of thin metal strips 
with barbs attached?" This time it slammed into the tops of my tits and I 
still couldn't guess. "Oh, well, you are a city girl." Again it landed on my 
nipples. "Perhaps if you had been raised on a farm you would know" That one 
landed smack dab between them, straight up and down, where there is damned 
little padding. "Ever seen fields in the country, bitch." Across the tops 
again. "Every notice barbed wire?" Barbed wire, of course. Just the thought 
of being whipped with barbed wire made me scream even more. 

"I made it special for my next slave, bitch." It landed on the outside of my 
right tit and dug in. "Of course I didn't know it would be you." The outside 
of the left one. "I made a special handle out of wood so I could hold it and 
not get hurt." Back to the nipples. "But it's also a special handle, bitch." 
Another one to the nipples. "The handle is shaped exactly like my cock at 
full mast." Back to the tops. "Sound interesting, bitch?' Again to the 
undersides. "Would you like to feel a wooden cock just like mine?" just the 
left nipple that time. "Of course you would." That one landed just on the 
right nipple. 1 was screaming so much, my voice was fading. 

He stopped. Was he going to shove the whip handle in me? I hung there 
breathing as deep as I could and waited. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggoooooooooooooooddddddd." That strand of barbed wire 
that had just beaten my tits was now firmly wedged between my legs as one 
barb pressed directly on my throbbing clit. I screamed. I came. He moved 
that blasted barbed wire back and forth across my twitching clit. I screamed 
some more as I felt the fragile tissue of my clit cut, and still it twitched 
in pleasure. He moved it some more and I felt a barb dig into my brownie, a 
point embedded in a section of wrinkled skin. 1 screamed my damned head off. 
He sawed that hunk of barbed steel back and forth between my delicate lower 
lips as I hung there strung up to his ceiling. And I came again. Eternity 
passed. My body shuttered, shook, jerked, came, the sweat dripped off me, 
and finally he pulled it away from me. 

"Liked that didn't you, you damned slutty bitch of a slave? I saw you get 
your rocks off. You can't fool me. You came, and damned good, too. Your 
damned clit is cut and bleeding, but you came. You have absolutely no pride, 
do you bitch?" 

I tried to answer, but I had no voice left. I twisted my head from side to 
side in agreement, I had no pride whatsoever when it came to Tommy. As I 
tried to put my world back together again after the shattering climax that 
had just consumed me, I waited. 

"You want me to do it some more, don't you slut? You can't live without the 
pain, can you? Of course not. You became an addict from the first night at 
the drive-in. That first night. I broke your cherry. I fucked your damned 
cunt with my fist. I tied you up. And you became hooked on it for life, 
didn't you, bitch? Answer me, bitch. You're hooked on the pain, aren't you?" 

"Yes." My voice cracked with my effort to answer. "Yea, you're hook all 
right. And you're mine, aren't you?" 

"Yess." Did it take him this long to understand? "Damned right you are. 
You're my slave. My slut. My bitch. And I'm gonna treat you the way to 
deserve to be treated from now on." 

In the next instance my world crashed. Literally. 

My body slammed into the floor and I swear I bounced when I hit. My head 
ricocheted off the floor twice before coming to rest. I ached all over: my 
beaten and punctured tits, my cut cunt, my whipped ass, and my cunt was 
still stuffed with the huge dildo. I felt fantastic. He jerked the blindfold 
off my eyes and I blinked in the bright light. 

My hands were still tied with the rope and my legs were still tied to the 
rings in the fireplace. Tommy stood over me, and I'm not sure, but I thought 
I saw concern in his eyes before he grabbed my hair. 

"Pull the damned dildo out, bitch, I want in there." 

I wanted him in my cunt too. My cold, blue fingers tried to grasp the slick 
end of the dildo that was sticking out of my cunt. It took me three tried 
before I got a good grip on it and started to pull it out of me. Tommy 
watched me. I pulled. God, the thing was a monster. Finally it laid between 
my legs like a thing alive. 

"Now stuff it in your mouth and keep it there while I fuck your worthless 
cunt, bitch. If it comes out, so do I. Understand, slut?" 

I understood. God, did I ever understand. My weak, cold, half numb fingers 
brought the slimy dildo to my mouth and I stuffed it in as far as I could as 
Tommy knelt between my legs, his cock leading the way. Both of my hands 
grabbed the end of the dildo and pushed it in my mouth further as his cock 
entered my stretched and batter cunt. He slid in in one continuous stroke 
and I was in heaven. When his cock went in so did the dildo, when it went 
out so did the dildo. I matched his rhythms, it was like he had two 
cocks-one for my cunt and one for my mouth. 

His words, the vilest things that he could think of, flowed over me like the 
most expensive cham-pagne in the world. Then he arched his back and brought 
his mouth to my shredded tits. I'm sorry, dear readers, I couldn't help it. 
I came. I soared to the heavens. His cock, his dildo, his mouth, his hands 
were my entire world. All of it pleasurable. And then he blessed me with his 
cream and I came some more. 

Finally reality returned to us and Tommy untied me, fixed me a drink and 
told me to drink it. Ever so willingly I did. As I remembered what had 
happened to me I gave my bod an inspection. Yes, I was battered, but I could 
have taken more, especially from Tommy. My overripe tits were covered with 
hickies, stripes and punctures, but I knew in a few days all evidence of the 
night's activities would disappear. A curious caress of my ass revelled 
tender skin and a few places where the skin had been broken by the crop, but 
those too would heal in time. 

All in all I felt great. Sore, but great. 

As we sat there in silence my only concern was- would this be the last time? 
I had to know. So I asked him. He took a moment to answer. 

"1 plan to keep you for a long, long time." Then he seemed to change right 
before my eyes. Suddenly he wasn't all that confident, or sure of himself, 
as he asked, "You do want to continue, don't you, Karen?" 

Tommy hardly ever used my name, so I knew he was dead serious. But how could 
he even doubt that all I wanted was him? Hadn't I made that clear? Couldn't 
he understand that I loved him, always had? 

Setting my drink aside, 1 took his hand in mine, and said, "Tommy, I love 
you. Don't you know that? I've loved you for as long as I can remember. I 
would do anything for you, and I mean anything. You were my first lover, my 
first master, my first boyfriend, my first... everything. 1 gave you 
complete control over me, how else can I prove to you that I love you? I 
love you. I love you, Tommy. All I ever wanted was to be with you. I never 
cared what you did to me. If you wanted to hurt me, that was fine by me. You 
taught me to love pain, and I did. For you. You wanted to share me with your 
friends, that was fine too. Don't you see, I don't care what you do to or 
with me, as long as I'm with you. I love you. Even after you left me I 
continued with the pain, because I knew that that was something you wanted 
from me. And yes, now I am addicted to it. But if you didn't want me to be, 
I could change. 1 could be anything you want me to be. I love you." 

He sat there for the longest time and just looked at me. I knew he was 
thinking but 1 didn't know what about. He let me hold his hand and he looked 
at me, as if again he was seeing me for the first time. 

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. He tried again. "I 
think... in a way that... I love you too." And all of a sudden all of his 
confidence returned and he continued. "I guess since that night in the 
drive-in I have loved you in my own way. After I left, I kept trying to 
recapture you with the other girls I dated. I never did succeed. You are 
damned hard to replace, Karen. Damned hard. You're not beautiful, you're not 
ugly either, but there is something about you that I like and it isn't just 
the pain thing either. There is something about Karen that is special. And I 
wanted others to know that, so I invited friends to have you too. So they 
could see it for themselves. But I do know one thing now. I want you. I want 
you to stay with me. I want you to hurt for me. I want you to scream for 
me." 

My world was now complete. Tommy wanted me. Me. Can you believe that? Tommy 
wanted me. Later, much later 1 must add, Tommy began to order my life. He 
told me that I was to give my two-week notice at the office. Retrieve my 
book out of the computer, transfer it to floppies and give him a copy. That 
was no problem. But when he added that the one thing he wanted from me it 
floored me. 

He said that he would marry me. On one condition. That he finally got to 
fuck Michelle. Michelle. My twenty-two year old virgin. My best friend in 
the world. 

I had said that I would do anything for him and that was what he wanted. 
Michelle had been the only girl he had ever wanted that he'd never got. He 
didn't love her or anything. It was just a matter of male pride. And if I 
could arrange it, he would marry me'. He even put it in writing, like a true 
lawyer, and signed it. "A Conditional Proposal of Marriage" was the title at 
the top of the page. He gave it to me and drove me back to my apartment. And 
to Michelle. 

EIGHT 

For three days I tried to think of a way to ask Michelle to fuck Tommy, but 
to no avail. I simply couldn't ask her. 

Then I got an idea. I made a copy of my book at work. I'm sure Mr. Crawford 
wondered at the amount of printing that was being done in my office, but he 
never asked. He was too concerned about the other arrangements he had made 
for me. It took him all of three days to cancel my various "dates" and 
explain the reason behind it. His secretary was getting married, but he was 
in the process of having her replaced with one of similar qualities. 

With a copy of my book, I went home that night with some very real fears. 

Dinner was good, Michelle was an excellent cook. And as we were clearing the 
table, I finally got up my nerve and asked, "Would you do me a favor, 
Michelle?" 

"Sure, honey. What is it?" 

"I've been writing a book and I was wondering if you would read it for me 
and tell me what you think?" 

"A book? How long have you been writing? I never knew. How exciting! Of 
course I will." "There is one stipulation, though." I saw her puzzled look 
as she nodded her head. "You have to read it from beginning to end without 
asking any questions or any comments. Agreed?" 

"Well, sure. If that's what you want me to do. But why so mysterious?" 

"I'm sure that will be explained in the first pages. Just promise me that 
you'll read it all before coming to me. Ok? Then you can say just one word. 
And that word will be either yes or no." 

"Sure, if that's what you want, dear. When do you want me to read it?" 

"Tonight, if you have the time. Because my entire life depends on your 
answer to a question that I can't ask you, but is in the book." 

"My, how mysterious. Even if I were busy, I'd do it tonight just to soothe 
my curiosity. Ok, so bring the book now and I'll read it." 

I got my printed copy of the book and gave it to her. Like a true chicken, I 
fled from the room before she could read the first word. What I had given 
her was everything up to this point, this chapter. And when she came to the 
end she would know that mysterious question that I needed to ask her. And 
her one word would change my life, one way or the other. 

I waited for an eternity for her to read. And I'll admit that twice I peaked 
in on her. I couldn't help it. But I couldn't tell anything. So I waited. 

I was sitting in the darkness of the living room when she came out, went 
into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. The stack of paper that was my 
"book" was lying on the counter. 

When the coffee was done brewing, she said, "Care to join my in a cup? I 
know you're there, Karen." 

I gathered my courage, and said, "Yes, please." Michelle filled two cups and 
brought them to the table. Setting one in front of me, she reached over and 
turned on a nearby light. 

I couldn't look at her. 

I heard the rattle of her cup, heard her take a sip and set it down. "When 
you asked me to read your book, I never, in my wildest dreams could have 
guessed its' contents." 

"Michelle..." 

"No. Don't interrupt me, Karen. I read your book as you asked, now I ask 
that you don't interrupt me until I'm finished. Fair enough?" 

I nodded my head in agreement. 

"To begin with, I'm surprised as can be. We have been friends for years, 
since we were about three, if I remember correctly. Some of the things you 
wrote about, naturally I knew. But not to the extent that you go into. 
Naturally I knew that you dated Tommy, and the other boys in high school. 
But I never knew of your penitence for pain. That, evidently was a well kept 
secret. Naturally I knew about your going away to secretarial school, your 
boss' name, Mr. Hunter, and Mr. Smithfield's names too. You never mentioned 
David though. But that is beside the point." 

"Now to the matter of the subject of your book... to the fact that you love 
pain... I... no, don't interrupt me. Thank you. As I was saying as to the 
matter of your loving pain inflicted on you... I never guessed it. Never, 
not even when we became roommates. You kept your secret very well, Karen. 
And after reading your book, I know that I kept mine as well. You, see, 
Karen,... I... am... the... same." 

After those words finally sank into my brain, you could have knocked me over 
with a feather. Michelle, my Michelle, was into pain too? No, it couldn't be 
what I had heard. 

"Yes, you heard right, Karen. I'm a pain loving slurry bitch too. Have been 
for years. In fact longer than you have been." 

I could stop myself no longer, as I asked, "But why didn't you ever tell 
me?" 

"Why didn't you tell me?" At that point, she burst out laughing and I 
couldn't help it, I laughed right along with her. It was funny. Here we were 
living together and neither of us had known about the other. God, it was 
funny. It was hilarious. It was fantastic. 

After our laughter subsided we had one hell of a conversation. I couldn't 
add much more than what was covered in my book, but I learned a hell of a 
lot about Michelle. 

Virgin! Hell, she lost that at age eleven. To her stepfather of all people. 
God, did we ever talk. One of my first questions was why in the hell had she 
run away from Tommy that night at the drive-in, and she told me. Her 
stepfather had beaten the shit out of her the night before and she didn't 
want Tommy to see the marks on her, thinking that they would be damned hard 
to explain to a high school boy. 

If he had gotten his way with her that night, just think of how it would 
have changed my life. And that topic was discussed for a while. 

She told me of some of her experiences. God were they ever exciting! 

Want to read some, dear readers? I thought as much. So here is one of 
Michelle's stories. Remember, she is telling it, not me. 

"You'll remember that I was dating Jim Harris my senior year. Well, somehow 
he learned about my stepfather and me. He said that one night he was just 
out walking, more like being a peeping Tom if you ask me. Anyway, he said 
that he just happen to pass my house and something caught his eye. So he 
went closer to investigate. He explained that he saw dear daddy beating the 
stuffing out me." 

"Now I know I had my doubts, because daddy always did it in the basement and 
there is only three windows in the basement, and only one of which would 
have shown me being beaten. So I'm sure he was a peeping Tom. Not to 
mention, that one window is covered by a bush. I know, I've checked it 
before." 

"Anyway, he said that he knew all about us and if I didn't go out with him, 
he'd tell the whole school and see that daddy got in trouble with the law. 
After all, he isn't my real father and what with my mother dying my freshman 
year and all, I wasn't about to take a chance of losing my daddy. I 
explained it to daddy, he agreed that I had to go out with Jim." 

"Boy, was it ever great! By then I was more than addicted to pain and Jim 
was fantastic. Even better than daddy at times." 

"1 remember our first date. Jim took me to Pasquell's Lane, I'm sure you 
remember lovers' lane, don't you? Right, thought as much. Anyway he came 
prepared, to say the least. No "please" or "by your leave", he parked the 
car, ordered me to get out. He unlocked the trunk, took out a bulging duffle 
bag and practically drug me into the woods. We must have walked at least a 
half a mile or so until we came to a clearing. I had never been there, but I 
was sure he had. There was a locked wooden box off to the side, stacks of 
firewood and a premade fire circle." 

"And as he opened the duffle bag, took out a key that fit the wooden box and 
he told me in no uncertain terms to strip and strip fast. Needless to say, I 
did and in record time. After all, the only reason I was there was to 
protect daddy." 

"God, Karen, you should have seen all the stuff that guy had! The wooden box 
was full of ropes, bundles of wrapped together tree branches, leather 
strips, and other stuff. And the duffle bag? He had whips, canes, harnesses, 
gags, clips, dildos, yards of rawhide string, and I don't remember what all. 
But all of it turned my cunt to mush. God, did I ever want him to show me 
what he had planned." 

"He laid out his instruments like a doctor preparing for an operation. Neat 
rows of weapons laid upon the ground. When they were all ready he finally 
approached me. A quick order and I pre-sented my hands to be bound and 
shortly thereafter I was literally hanging from a tree. To be correct, I was 
hanging from two trees, one wrist attached to each as my feet dangled in the 
air. Then soon they too were tied to the trees and there I was-your basic X 
in midair." 

"Jim wasn't much of a talker, but I can't say that 1 had any complaints 
about his actions. After I was secured to the trees he proceeded to bind up 
my breasts with some thin rope, cutting them from my chest quite severely. I 
loved it as my tits began to tingle. Then he took up one of those tree 
branch bundles and proceeded to beat my bound tits. God, was it ever 
fantastic! I'm sure you'll appreciate the fact that each of the twenty or so 
branches left its mark upon my tits. In fact later I gathered some others on 
my own so daddy could use them on me. 

"Well, Jim must have spent, what?, a half an hour beating my tits before he 
tired of it. And I can tell you, I was sore. And horny. My tits were on 
fire, my drenched and leaking tunnel was begging to be filled, and what did 
Jim do? He walked away. Yea, just like that. There I was hanging from the 
trees, my tits red, striped and throbbing, my cunt begging to be filled and 
he walked away to build a fire. Can you imagine? Well, to say I was not in a 
very charitable mood would be putting it mildly. But then what choice did 1 
have? None, none at all. I sure wasn't going to go anywhere." 

"It took him about ten minutes to get the fire going real good. And all 
during that time he would watch me, as if trying to decide something. The 
big logs were burning so it puzzled me that he added a smaller branch to the 
fire. But he didn't put it in all the way, only End was in the flames. He 
gave me a weird smile, picked up the small burning branch and started 
walking toward me. I was beginning to get the idea. And I wasn't about to 
protest, after all I was there to protect daddy and he had burnt me many a 
time and I enjoyed it. 

"Well, he approached me with that burning branch. And as he came closer I 
guess he was awaiting a response from me or something, but all I did was 
smile at him. I guess that smile told him more than words ever could. 
'Somehow I don't think your daddy has to force you to do anything, does he,' 
he asked me. Well, I saw no reason to lie so I told him 'no, he didn't'. Jim 
just smiled and in the next second I was screaming like there was no 
tomorrow. The flame from that burning branch was licking my opened cunt and 
I could smell the hair burning and I was coming like crazy and he pulled it 
away." 

"He gave me a chance to recover before he did it again. And again I came and 
he pulled it away. And that's the way it went for ages. He'd use that 
burning branch to bum my opened cunt, concen-trating on my exposed clit, I 
would come and he'd pull it away, just to repeat the process all over again 
and again until finally the branch got too short for him to hold any longer 
and he threw it back in the fire." 

"After tending his fire again he came back carrying a riding crop and I got 
all excited all over again. A riding crop is perhaps my favorite. I just 
love the sound of it hitting my flesh, that crisp, snapping, cracking sound 
sets my blood to flowing. And the pain. It's marvelous. It really sinks into 
me. I remember one night daddy used our riding crop on me for over four 
hours straight. I was covered from neck to toes with its kiss, God was that 
ever a special night. Anyway, Jim came to me again with that riding crop and 
asked me if I approved. I quickly explained that I more than approved of his 
choice. That he could spend the rest of the night using it as far as I was 
concerned. And I guess to an extent he did just that. Jim used that crop on 
my body for eons. He beat my tits again, then the rest of me: ass, back, 
legs, stomach, cunt, the inside of my legs, the crack of my ass, all of me. 
The guy had the patience of a saint. 1 came all over the place and still he 
hit me with that crop. He hit me again and again. And somewhere in the back 
of my mind 

I wondered when he was ever going to take his own relief. Daddy had beat me 
for hours on end but he always stopped along the way to relieve himself, but 
not Jim. He just kept hitting me over and over as I hung there coming 
forever." 

"Finally, when my screams began to die from lack of strength and breath Jim 
dropped the crop and sank his cock up my happy asshole. Karen, you wouldn't 
believe his control. He fucked my ass and fucked it some more as his hands 
traveled all over my battered flesh to keep it alive with pain. Jim wasn't 
over endowed with length but he was sure endowed with staying power. Without 
stretching the truth, he fucked me for over twenty minutes. He finally shot 
up my ass and pulled away." 

"He crashed on the ground and I hung there in heaven. Later he got his feet 
under him, untied me and then of all things we roasted marshmallows." 

"After that he shoved a huge dildo up my ass and fucked my cunt for an even 
longer time. Well, after that I was hooked on Jim. As you know we dated 
throughout our senior year and the following summer. We made many a visit to 
that clearing and other places over that time and Jim never, never, took 
less than fifteen minutes to come. Between him and daddy my body was never 
allowed to totally heal. I was having one grand time, I'll tell you. That 
fall he went away to college and I began my studies here because daddy 
remarried." 

She paused a moment, and I could see that she was deeply affected by the 
things she was telling me. 

NINE 

Well, dear readers, Michelle and I talked and talked that night. We had a 
lot to talk about as you might guess. 

She told me about her different lovers and masters as we curled up with 
coffee cups on the couch. She had even fucked and been beaten by one of her 
professors at college. I don't know if I've mentioned that Michelle has 
always gotten great grades, but she has. Well, in one of her history classes 
her teacher had given her a C plus on a test and Michelle was devastated. 
She made an appointment with him to talk it over. After all, it was an essay 
test and subject to the teacher's discretion. Here's that story, remember 
that it's being told by Michelle. 

I arrived at his office right on time, knocked on his door and he told me to 
come in. I approached his desk and laid my blue book on it as I said, "Is 
there any way to improve this grade, Professor Green? Because if it remains 
a C plus I'm off the Dean's List this semester as there is no way I can end 
up with an A in your class. I'm willing to go to any end to see it changed 
to at least a B plus, sir." 

He looked at me, he looked at the blue book on his desk. "And how do you 
propose to justify raising it to a B plus , Michelle? Is there something 
that you think I missed in grading it?" 

"No, sir. I'm sure you made no errors in grading. The fault is entirely 
mine. I simply didn't study enough for the test." 

"Then why do you suggest 1 change it? You admit that you were unprepared so 
why should I even consider changing your grade?" 

At that point I was desperate. I knew that I had to remain on the Dean's 
List or my scholarship would be withdrawn. And I was willing to do anything 
and I mean anything to remain on the Dean's List. "Actually, I was hoping 
that we could make arrangements that had nothing to do with class work or 
tests." "Such as?" 

"Such as whatever you want. I am willing to do almost anything to change my 
grade, sir. And I'm not real sure that the word almost couldn't be 
eliminated in that statement." 

"Just precisely what are you proposing, Michelle?" "I am proposing whatever 
it will take to make you change my grade to at least a B plus, sir. If that 
entails doing extra research work, I will. If it entails writing a hundred 
page report, I will. In fact I am willing to be your slave, if that is what 
it takes, sir." 

Well, you should have seen his eyes light up with that last sentence. I 
definitely had his attention. His eyes flashed to the blue book on his desk, 
to his office door, then back to me. He leaned back in his swivel chair and 
crossed his hands over his stomach and stared at me for several minutes as I 
held his eyes with mine. 

"Do you know what you just said, Michelle?" "Yes, sir, I do. And 1 meant 
every word. If you are referring to the part about my being you slave, I can 
guarantee I am dead serious. Or about anything else that you want to change 
my grade to at least a B plus. If you will just say what it will take to 
change my grade, I will do it." 

The smile that graced his face could only be called a leer. He was beginning 
to take me very serious. "Do you by chance have a recording device on you? 

Are you working for someone who is trying to get me fired?" 

"No, sir. I am here only to see if I can get my grade changed. If you don't 
believe me, you may search me if you like. I have absolutely nothing to hide 
from you." 

"Fine. Hand me your purse." 

I gave him my purse and he emptied the contents on his desk and checked them 
for a recording device. There was none. 

"Microphones can be hidden on your person. Perhaps you should remove your 
clothes Michelle." "Yes, sir." I unbuttoned my blouse and handed it to him. 
He inspected it as I removed my skirt and placed it on his desk. When he was 
done with the skirt he held out his hand. I took off my bra and gave it to 
him. And so the process went until my half slip, panties, garter belt, hose 
and shoes were all piled atop his desk and I stood without a stitch on in 
front of his desk. 

"People have been know to hide things in body openings. Are your body 
openings empty?" 

"No, sir they aren't. I must admit that my cunt is quite full. With horny 
juices." 

"Perhaps I should inspect it then. Come here, Michelle." 

I walked around his desk and stood beside his chair. He turned to face me 
and in the next instant his fingers were buried deep within my dripping 
cunt. He made a major production out of searching my cunt and when he was 
done I was on the verge of coming. 

"There doesn't appear to be anything there except what you claimed. Turn 
around so I can check your rectum." 

By that time I was more than eager to have his fingers up my ass. I turned, 
bent forward at the waist, spread my legs and offered up my ass for his 
inspection. A moment later it was filled with at least two fingers that gave 
all indications of indeed searching for something. As far as I was concerned 
all he would find was I was very turned on by having my ass manipulated. 

"Turn around, Michelle. I still have to check your other opening." 

I turned around and knelt beside his chair and opened my mouth. It was soon 
filled with the two fingers that had just vacated my twitching asshole. 
Without the slightest qualm I sucked them clean as his fingers roamed around 
my mouth. 

"We have established that you do not have anything remotely resembling a 
recorder. Therefore I must assume that you are here for the reason you 
stated. So my next point to investigate is will you do as stated. Having 
freely admitted that you failed to study properly for the test, I assume 
that you will also admit that you should be punished for that failure. Am I 
correct?" 

"Yes, sir. I should be punished for that failure. Would you care to do the 
punishing, sir?" 

"I think I should be the one. After all it was my test that you failed to 
study for, wasn't it?" 

"Yes, sir. It was. Do you wish to punish me now? "Yes, I do. Go lock the 
door, Michelle, then come back here and lay across my lap for your 
punishment." 

"Yes, sir." I rose, crossed to the door, locked it, returned to Professor 
Green and placed myself across his lap. My ass was directly on top and 
easily acces-sible. 

"Needless to say, remain as quite as possible." "Yes, sir." And in the next 
second his hand was slamming into my upraised ass. I would hazard to guess 
my ass was not the first one that Professor Green had encountered in a 
spanking. Only those who have done it before strike the first blow at full 
force and he did. My ass was instantly red and I would have had no problems 
telling you the exact dimensions of his hand. I gave an involuntary groan. 
It landed again. He used a steady stoke that I could easily predict and thus 
was able to control myself somewhat, but as time passed it became harder and 
harder to refrain from screaming my head off. My ass hurt like the dickens. 
And as the pain sank in and bruises began to form I started to squirm. At 
that point he stopped. 

"You did admirable, Michelle. Forty-five strokes without screaming is to be 
commended. 1 am now assured that you are quite serious in your claim to be a 
slave. For the moment you may give me a blow job. Later we will make 
arrangements to change your grade." 

I instantly slid off his lap, dropped to my knees between his legs and 
extracted his cock. It was fully engorged as I swallowed it down my throat 
and proceeded to give him the blow job of his life. In less than five 
minutes his ropy cream was coating my tonsils as my talented fingers brought 
me to a very satisfying climax too. 

After dressing again we did indeed make arrange-ments to improve my grade in 
his class. I was instructed to come to his house that evening at eight 
o'clock. I arrived on time, dressed precisely as directed. I was totally 
nude under my long coat. He answered the door and lead me to a room 
upstairs. 

"Place the bands over there on your wrists and we will begin." 

I walked to where he had pointed, picked up the leather wrists bands and 
placed them on me. A moment later Professor Green joined me and proceeded to 
hook the rings of the bands to a chain that was suspended from the ceiling. 
A scant time later he pushed a switch and I began to rise off the floor. 
This man was definitely no novice to inflicting pain on others, his well 
equipped room belied that fact instantly. The numerous and varied 
instruments of torture were in blatant evidence. And no one has a hoist 
attached to chains if he isn't into administering pain. That electric hoist 
was designed for victims. And I was a very willing one that night. 

"We shall now proceed to see if your grade can be raised. Here is the 
criteria for that to happen. An "A plus" equals 100, "A" equals 95-99, "A-" 
equals 90-94, "B plus" equals 86-89,"B" equals 85-86,"B-" equals 80-84, and 
a "C plus" equals 76-79 points. You currently hold a C plus on your test and 
to prove your devotion to improving your grade we will call it a 76. Any 
objections, Michelle?" 

"None, sir." 

"Good. Now here is how you can change your grade. For every fifty strokes of 
a whip landed on your body I will add one point to your grade. Thus if you 
wish to earn an "A plus" by that alone it will take one thousand two hundred 
whip strokes to reach a grade of one hundred. Understand?" 

I nodded my head in agreement. His math was excellent. I was praying that 
there would be more alternatives to chose from, 1, 200 whip strokes would 
either kill me or be accomplished the term expired. 

"The other options are worth these values. Straight sex twenty times with me 
with no pain is worth one point. One spot burned until blistered is worth 
one point, thus being burnt twenty-four times will grant you one hundred 
points. However, 

if the spot burnt is a nipple or clit it is worth two points. Each fifty 
strokes of my wooden paddle earns one point, but if ten are administered to 
your opened cunt that equals two points. An eight inch needle piercing a 
nipple is worth two points. An eight inch needle piercing both cunt lips is 
worth four points. An eight inch needle piercing your clit is worth five 
points. Fist fucking your cunt for a minimum of five minutes is worth eight 
points. Fist fucking your ass for a minimum of five minutes is worth nine 
points. And if you hang from bound tits only, that means no other part of 
your body is bearing your weight, for fifteen minutes that is worth ten 
points. There are your options, what are your choices? To aid you I will 
show your tally on the blackboard as you list them. 

"Oh, I think it only fair to warn you that as soon as you beg me to stop I 
will, no matter what your score. And this is the only opportunity you will 
have to improve your last test score. Since our meeting this afternoon I 
went back and checked all of your past grades and if you are interested in 
making all of them "A pluses", which I will allow tonight only, you would 
need an additional fifty-two points. Thus if you wish to leave here tonight 
with a solid "A plus" your tally must equal seventy-six points. In the 
future the same point allotment will be available to raise your grades, on 
the one session per grade plan and I choose how the points add up." 

With that he walked away and stood on the other side of the room in front of 
a blackboard. Only a teacher would have a blackboard in a room of torture. 
God, I wanted to earn that seventy-six points. An "A plus" in history would 
guarantee the Dean's List and my scholarship. 

"If you are having problems remembering the value per punishment, there is a 
list on the wall beside you." 

Only a teacher would have that. It was almost like a homework assignment, 
for indeed there was a listing on the wall beside my head. There was no 
doubt in my mind that I was far from the first to visit this room. Needless 
to say I studied that list, then began to voice my selections. My total had 
to be the seventy-six. 

"Fist fucking my cunt for eight, and my ass for nine more." 

"That makes seventeen points and an "A-" on the last test." 

"Thank you. A needle in both nipples for four points and a needle in my slit 
for five more." "That makes and "A plus" on the last test with two applied 
to past grades. Fifty to go for a solid "A plus". 

"I'll take the tit hanging for ten points. Both nipples burnt and the clit 
for six more." "Thirty-four to go." 

"Twenty strokes of the paddle on my cunt for four points, I assume I can 
add. Is that correct?" "It is. Thirty to go for the "A plus" in my class." 
"Thank you. The needle through my cunt lips for four. Could I hang from my 
tits two different times for an additional ten points?" 

"Yes, but that and all of your choices will be delivered in the manner I 
choose. You need sixteen more for the "A plus." 

He hadn't mentioned that before. I had thought that I would decide the 
order. Oh, well, I did want that "A plus". "Fifty whip strokes for one point 
and another fist fuck of my cunt for eight more." 

"That leaves seven points." "Seven burns." 

"That makes the entire total. Now all you have to do is to withstand all 
that you have selected without begging me to stop. As I said, I will choose 
the order and my first selection is the fifty whip strokes, just to warm you 
up." 

And with that he began. He did indeed whip me for fifty. I should have asked 
where they were to be applied because he chose the areas that would receive 
the most damage as time went on. His first thirty landed on my tits. The 
next ten, in my opinion he cheated on, because he tied my legs to the walls 
and hit my exposed cunt. The last ten decorated my ass. One lousy point 
gained and I was hurting, no doubt about it. Yes, I screamed my head off, 
but not once did 1 beg him to stop. 

He set the whip aside and proceeded to bind my tits in rope. Let me tell you 
that that rope was tied tightly around the base of my tits and the cuts from 
the whip didn't help the level of pain to diminish at all. I enjoy pain to 
my tits, but this guy was getting carried away. A moment later I was in 
agony as he attached the rope around my tits to a hook in the ceiling and 
lowered the chains that had been supporting me above the floor. I know there 
were hundreds of times that I almost used my hands to ease my weight off my 
tits in the fifteen minutes that 1 hung there by my tits. 1 didn't use my 
hands, but God did 1 ever want to. I'm sure that if I had touched that rope 
the points added to my grade would stop at the one from the whipping. I'm 
sure that my hands were free to grab the rope supporting my weight 
intentionally. While I hung there he walked to the blackboard and drew a 
line through the one point for the whipping, then proceeded to check his 
watch. To this day I still say that hung from my tits more than the fifteen 
minutes, but at the time I was in no condition to argue with his time 
keeping. 

He finally lowered me to the floor and removed the rope from around my tits 
(I didn't know it but it was the last consideration I was to get). 1 now had 
at least a "B plus" on the last test, my original goal. With that rope 
removed he placed bands around my ankles, pushed a button and my legs began 
to rise off the floor. I grabbed the chains attached to my wrists to keep 
from falling backwards as my feet headed toward the ceiling. When I was 
hanging upside down I saw him light a candle. I was going to get burnt. Of 
course I didn't know where though. 

"A one pointer." was his comment as he approached me so I knew it wouldn't 
be my nipples or my clit, other than that I had no idea. In too less time I 
knew, as the flame added more wrinkles to my belly-button as I struggled to 
keep my almost free hands away. His next point of attack was the top of my 
left breast, or the bottom because I was hanging upside down, then the right 
one was summarily burnt until blistered. I screamed but in the back of my 
mind I knew I now had an "A-". He burnt three spots on my ass and the last 
of the seven one point bums he did to the bottom of my right foot. 

He set the candle aside and took up one of the needles. Where would it 
pierce? Nipple or clit or cunt lips? I got a four pointer as he jammed it 
through both cunt lips. My cunt lips had been pierced before, but this guy 
did it as harshly as possible. Every point added to my grade was definitely 
earned. The blood was rushing to my head so much 1 thought I had seen wrong 
but I hadn't. 

He was coming at me with the paddle. The bastard was going to paddle my 
cunt, two points per ten strokes, while an eight inch needle pierced my cunt 
lips and the ends poked into my inner thighs. He brought the paddle down 
right to the core of me. I screamed and twisted as much as my bonds would 
allow. I knew that he had again left my hands practically free on purpose. 
He set it aside after only ten. Some other time 1 was to get ten more. I now 
had an "A plus" on my last test. Fifty -two more to go for a perfect score 
in history and I was ready to collapse. 

He lowered my legs some and again raised my arms so I was in midair in a 
sitting position with my legs widely spread. He informed me that it was time 
for a break. He was going to fuck my cunt. I wasn't about to argue, after 
all I had come some ten times. But the damned bastard cheated again. He 
didn't remove the damned needle from my cunt lips. My body was paying dearly 
for every point I gained. I came twice before he cock exploded in my pierced 
cunt. 

He paused for a moment to regain his strength then walked away. When he 
turned around I could see two more of those eight inch needles in his hand. 
Somehow I just knew that my nipples were about to be pierced. Little time 
passed before it was a confirmed fact. To say that 1 screamed would be 
putting it mildly. My tits were almost black from being hung up by them and 
what wasn't black was red and cut from the whipping. Now there were needles 
sticking through them. Silently I thanked him for removing the rope from 
around them earlier. Then through my tear blurred eyes I saw him before me 
with the candle again. Surely he wouldn't. He did. Both nipples were burnt 
and blistered as 1 squirmed in midair. I withdrew my silent thanks and 
damned him in my mind as the searing pain licked both pierced nipples. When 
the flame burnt my exposed clit. I literally heard my clit sizzle away my 
juices as the flame dried them up and sank into the tender clit with savage 
terror. My mind went red. I was pain. 

I didn't think I had a voice. But I was wrong, 1 did still have a voice. 
That fact was authenticated when he then progressed to piercing my burnt 
clit with one of his needles. Oh, God, did I ever wish that I didn't need 
that "A plus" in history. I knew that I couldn't take much more. There were 
four damned needles in my body, one in each nipple, one through my cunt lips 
and another through my twitching clit, all of which had been burnt and 
beaten. I still had forty-two more points to go for the "A plus". 

I truly don't think I would have made it after that point if he hadn't 
decided to take an honest to goodness break. He calmly walked away from my 
hanging, tortured body. He sat in a chair and lit his pipe. I prayed that he 
smoked the whole bowl before coming to me again. My pray was answered and in 
that time allotted to me I managed to persuade myself to complete the final 
forty-two points if it killed. But I'd die with a "A plus" in U.S. History. 

When he returned to me I was ready. Or at least I thought I was. But whether 
I was or not, I promised myself that I would gain the remaining points. 

"You're over half way to your goal, Michelle. Forty-two left out of the 
original seventy-six. I must confess I didn't think you would get this far. 
Are you still determined to continue?" 

Somewhere I found a vestige of my strained voice and answered. "Yens, ssir. 
I need the A pllusss." "Very well. I shall continue then. I think it is 
about time for my fists to meet your cunt and ass." Thus was my clue of his 
intent. He didn't bother to rearrange me, after all I was hanging in midair 
with my legs widely spread. He would have no problem gaining access to my 
cunt or ass because of my position. I felt him enter my pierced cunt with 
three fingers and 1 suddenly knew that the needles would remain in position 
during the fist fuck. I was right, he entered another finger as he used his 
thumb to caress my clit. Somehow it didn't feel like a caress. It felt like 
hell. But there was no way I was going to beg him to stop. No way. 1'd 
suffer through it. 

He had four fingers in my cunt as far as they could go, and I mean as far as 
they could go. They were in me up to the webbing of his thumb. He used his 
thumb one last time to squash my burnt and pierced clit before he folded it 
around and pressed it again the opening of my cunt. He didn't bother folding 
his hand. No he entered me with his flat hand and a moment later my cunt 
opening was swallowing his wrist. I gave a silent scream, my voice was now 
totally gone, as he curled his hand into a fist. 

My body swung back and forth in the air as he pulled his hand out. All the 
way out, while still in a fist, then he slammed it back in. One of his 
knuckles scraped against the needle piercing my cunt lips and my left cunt 
lip tore before he jammed back inside me. In and out he jerked and slammed 
his fist. THIS was to last at least five minutes? 

Of course not. He had other ideas. His other hand began entering my asshole. 
That was going to be impossible, or so I thought. Guess what, I was wrong. I 
don't know how my body accommo-dated both of his fists at the same time, but 
it did as I swayed back and forth in total agony. 

I guess he did stop fist fucking my cunt after five minutes, I could have 
sworn it was longer but my opinion didn't matter. Of course he still had 
another two minutes to go up my ass. But you know what, somehow with only 
one fist entering me, it felt just fine 

At that point I must have passed out for a while because the next thing I 
remember I was again hanging upside down. I got the final ten stroke-with 
the paddle on my opened cunt with both my cunt lips still pierce plus my 
burnt clit. I tried to faint but couldn't. I was conscious for all ten. When 
he sat the paddle aside he again took up the rope and bound my tits. The tit 
hang was next. 

He flipped his buttons and I rose up toward the ceiling and when I was close 
enough he again looped the rope around my tits to a hook in the ceiling. The 
motor hummed again in the background, my arms were lowered and I was again 
hanging from my tits, only this time they were still pierced and blistered 
along with the original whipping. Again my hands were practically free. 

I simply didn't care any more. - I didn't even register the pain when he 
again entered his fist up my cunt and slammed it in and out for the first 
five minutes of my fifteen minute tit hang. My body refused to recognize any 
more pain. I was for all practical purposes numb. Even if I wasn't there was 
no way I could have begged him to stop. I had no voice left with which to 
beg. I simply hung there the allotted time until he released me. 

He fucked my ass while I laid on the floor. I didn't care. I didn't feel 
anything. I'm not even sure if my ass was responsive. And I didn't care if 
it wasn't. I had my "A plus" in U.S. History. 

In the remaining three months of his class I again visited his house to 
raise my grades to "A pluses" five additional times. The rates were still 
the same. Two months after I left his class I offered him my body to do with 
as he wanted for one night. He took me up on the offer. I couldn't move for 
four days after that. But if I ever have an extended dry spell I'll know 
where to turn. 

TEN 

I'm sure you readers are wondering about getting Michelle together with 
Tommy. Well, after spending the entire night telling each other about our 
pasts it was almost a forgone conclusion that the meeting would be no 
problem. And it wasn't. Michelle eagerly agreed to get together with Tommy 
and me the following Saturday. 

Somehow I managed to drag myself to work the next morning, actually I had 
never made it to bed. 

I'm sure I spent more time writing my book in the computer that I did doing 
any office work, but what could Mr. Crawford say? Friday was my last day. At 
lunch time I called Tommy and gave him a brief synopsis of Michelle's story 
and informed him of the arrangement for us to get together on Saturday. To 
say he was happy about finally getting Michelle after all these years and to 
find out that she was a pain lover too would be like saying winning a ten 
million dollar lottery would make you happy. He was overjoyed. And I wasn't 
disappointed about it either. 

Tommy said that since it was already Wednesday he wouldn't be seeing me 
until the Saturday event. I was disappointed but could live with it. 
Besides, it would give Michelle and me a good chance to exchange some more 
stories and give my body a short vacation. 

And that is basically what happened. Michelle and I did exchange stories, we 
even compared the damages that had been done to our bodies. We came to the 
conclusion that we were about equal in that department. 

And then Saturday finally arrived. 

Tommy had told us to be at his place at eight o'clock sharp. We were on time 
and dressed as ordered. Michelle wore a sheer, red negligee, a red garter 
belt, rose tinted hose, high heels, and her tits were bound with a thin rope 
that cut them off from her chest. Over that she wore her long evening coat. 
I arrived wearing a needle studded black leather bra, black leather 
crotchless and assless panties, thigh high black leather boots, covered by 
my long coat. 

Tommy greeted us at the door, took our coats, and offered us a drink. The 
three of us sat on one of the couches and talked about old times for about 
fifteen minutes before he ordered us to don wrist and ankle bands. My ankle 
bands went over my thigh high boots. 

Once those were in place he bound each of us to rings in the fireplace. We 
were on each side of the burning fire in the basic X. He then took up an 
eight foot whip and alternated whipping us. My tit, Michelle's tit. My other 
tit, her other tit. My spread cunt, then hers. Back and forth the whip 
traveled. The only difference being the effect of the whip on our clothing. 
My leather garments didn't shred, her fragile negligee did. Each stroke to 
my leather covered tits drove the needles into my flesh. Each stroke to her 
negligee exposed more flesh. 

Our entire fronts were covered with whip marks when Tommy sat the whip aside 
and said, "All right guys, you can come in now." 

To say that others being present was a surprise to us would be a very 
accurate statement. Tommy had not informed us of that fact. Later Michelle 
told me that it made her just as happy as it did me. It had been ages since 
I had been under the control of several men, and the five that came out of 
the master bedroom looked very appealing to me 

"Now the fun can begin," Tommy said when they were standing beside him. 
"Just remember I get to fuck Michelle first. Other than that, all is fair 
game. Right gals?" 

Both of us quickly agreed and things began to happen. Quick introductions 
were made then the men divided and three came to each of us. Tommy, David 
and Mike approached Michelle. Kurt, George and Steve came to me. 

We were still bound to the rings in the fireplace, each of us to one side of 
the burning fire. I was still wearing the leather bra, opened panties and 
knee high boots and Michelle was wearing the remains of the tattered 
negligee, garter belt, hose and heels, her tits were still bound in the 
narrow rope, cutting them off from her chest. 

As Kurt unsnapped the flaps that covered my nipples in the bra, George began 
to undo the leather panties from around my hips (they unlaced at the sides 
of my hips) and Steve opened a bottle of baby oil. 1 heard Michelle scream 
and I turned to see why. Tommy's mouth was fastened to her left tit and I 
had little doubts that he was biting it like hell as David and Mike tore the 
remains of the negligee from her. That was one of the last times I had the 
opportunity to see what was being done to her. 

In the next instance I too was screaming as Kurt clamped his teeth onto my 
right nipple and his teeth sank in beautifully. I don't know about you, but 
when my tits are hurt my cunt snaps forward and as I did that Steve tried to 
slam is oil covered fist up my cunt. He managed it on the third try as I 
felt George unfasten my ankles from the rings. As I took my next deep breath 
to scream my legs were being held up and out to the sides. Steve, standing 
between my legs, used his left hand to hold one leg and George, standing 
outside my legs, used his left to hold the other as he tried to jam his 
other hand up my now opened asshole. 

I was in seventh heaven, seventh hell. There was a fist in my cunt, another 
in my asshole, both were pounding away as Kurt's teeth mauled the shit out 
of my tit and used the other one for target practice with his hands. The 
needles of the bra sank as deep as possible into my tits. God, did I ever 
come as the three of them attacked me. I couldn't get enough. Fortunately 
they were far from finished with me. Somewhere in the background I heard 
Michelle's scream join mine. 

I'm not sure how long George and Steve pounded their fists in me, but it was 
enough for me to come again and again as Kurt tormented my tits. But when 
they tired of that I was soon rearranged. I was freed from the rings in the 
fireplace and drug to the floor. My hands were tied to a ring in the ceiling 
as I was forced to kneel on the floor. George held me in place as he knelt 
behind me and Steve availed himself to a twenty-four inch paddle. 1 felt 
George's cock enter my stretched ass as Steve slammed the paddle into my 
tits. He did not use anything resembling gentleness. My tits were instantly 
flattened against my chest wall, the needles of the bra digging in. I 
screamed, my body was forced back into George's and his cock sank in deeper. 
Then I saw Kurt approach me from the other side. He had a very long safety 
pin. 

The paddle landed again and again against my tits as they turned a beautiful 
shade of redish-black. George's cock filled my ass like a rapid fired 
machine gun as Kurt more or less laid on the floor in front of me. George's 
legs forced mine to spread wide as Kurt stabbed the safety pin into my right 
cunt lip. God did I ever scream. The paddle landed again, the cock filled my 
ass and the safety pin went through the other lip and was fastened shut. My 
hairless cunt was pinned shut by the safety pin. 

The paddle continued to flatten my tits with each blow. George gripped my 
hips to drive his cock up my ass. And Kurt attached something to the safety 
pin in my cunt. A paddle stroke later I felt my cunt lips pulled toward the 
floor savagely. Later I was to learn that Kurt had attached a hook to the 
safety pin and hung a ten pound weight from the hook that didn't reach the 
floor. My cunt lips took the entire weight as George kept my legs spread 
wide. No wonder my cunt lips started to tear and I came like gangbusters. 

When George dumped is load up my ass Kurt took his place as Steve continued 
to paddle my tits. Then Kurt filled my ass and Steve took his place and Kurt 
took his turn paddling my then black tits until Steve's cream also filled my 
aching ass. 

When all three had finally reached fulfillment for the first time, they took 
a break as I knelt on the floor, my hands still attached to the ceiling and 
the weight still pulling on my happy cunt lips. I wanted more. God, did I 
ever want more. The night was young and I had three guys to work me over. I 
prayed that they were imaginative. They were. 

Tommy's teeth were beginning to draw blood. He had waited for over six years 
to have Michelle and he wasn't wasting a moment now that he had her. Tommy 
squeezed the hell out of her other tit as David began investigating her 
opened cunt and Mike lit a cigarette, stood back and watched for a while. 
Michelle couldn't help herself as David's fist entered her twitching cunt 
and drove all the way to her cervix with one hefty stroke. 

Michelle's tits were bloodied by Tommy's teeth and slapping, pinching, 
punching hands. David's hand opened and closed in her cunt as he 
investi-gated every centimeter of her grasping tunnel. 

When the allure of torturing her tits passed Tommy issued his orders and 
they became accomplished facts. David withdrew his hand from her cunt and 
Mike put out his cigarette. In the next minute Michelle's ankles were 
released from the rings and her ankles were drawn toward the rings that held 
her wrists. When they were done she was folded in half beside the burning 
fire. 

"You should have let me have you back in high school, Michelle. I would have 
been much gentler then. I've learned a lot in that time and I've dreamed of 
having control of you. And now I do." 

With those words ringing in her ears Michelle watched him place the poker in 
the fire then approach her bound body. She was ready for him. She had waited 
just as long as he had. If, on that night years ago she had known then what 
she knew now of Tommy, she never would have ran from the drive-in. No, not 
at all. By that time she had already been addicted to receiving pain from 
her stepfather. She would have willingly submitted to anything Tommy had 
desired. And now, years later, she did submit. Very willingly to whatever he 
wanted. 

Tommy stepped up on the hearth and his cock sank into her cunt with ease. 
David had primed it well. It was slick, warm, twitching and eager for his 
cock to plow it unmercifully. He used his cock as a battering ram in her 
spread cunt as his hands tore at her rope bound tits. He cussed, he swore, 
he called her ever demeaning name ever invented as his cock slammed in and 
out of her. And he filled her to overflowing and pulled away. He reached for 
the red hot poker he had placed in the fire as he watched his juices leak 
from her still twitching cunt. 

As the poker approached her dripping cunt a pearly drop plopped onto the 
heated metal and sizzled. Michelle could feel the heat approaching her cunt. 
She arched her hips forward toward the heated poker inviting Tommy to burn 
her. She wanted him to bum her cunt. She needed him to do it. And he did. 
The red hot poker sizzled their mixed juices and burned into her spread cunt 
like a forest fire consuming a virgin forest. She screamed in pain/ 
pleasure. Their juices coated the poker stealing its heat as Tommy jammed it 
up her core and held it in place as the forked prong heated her twitching 
asshole. God, did she ever come. It was continuous. It was so good it hurt 
and still she came for the entire time Tommy held the poker in place. 

Tommy's one stipulation that he fuck Michelle first was out of the way and 
David approached her. His cock leading the way. Her folded body gave him 
ample room as he sunk his swollen cock up her heated ass. Michelle used her 
strong muscles to bring her hips away from the wall to swallow his cock. She 
felt David remove the ropes from around her tits as his cock pounded away in 
her ass. As the blood began to return to them she screamed. 

It felt like a thousand needles were being jammed into her tits. She came 
again and literally pulled the spunk out of David's cock. For several 
minutes they were both lost to the world as they savored the special one 
they had created. When he finally pulled away both opening were leaking with 
man juices. 

David stepped down and Mike took his place. Mike took a drag off his 
cigarette and smiled at her. Michelle smiled back. He looked at her upraised 
cunt and her pinned body. He held up the cigarette, and said, "Hold it in 
place." 

Michelle didn't understand his order. But it was soon explained as he placed 
the burning cigarette in her drooling cunt. Her juices held the paper with 
ease, forming a natural glue, as the burning end curled smoke up to her hair 
covered mound. If left alone a cigarette can burn for up to ten minutes. She 
knew that fact, but how long would this one burn? It. was partly smoked. But 
that thought was soon erased as Mike brought the wooden paddle to her ass. 

Her body had no place to go. She was folded in half, pressed against the 
stone wall of the fireplace. Her ass took the full brunt of the paddle as a 
hot ash landed on her clit. She screamed. The paddle landed again. The 
cigarette burned shorter and shorter in her cunt. She was heating up 
quickly, ass, cunt, hell all of her was turning into an inferno. 


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