Leather Heiress
by Kim Grant


FOREWORD 

Standing in the center of the stage was Sister Savage, the leather Nun. 

In real life she was Stephanie Simpson the twenty-one year old daughter of a 
hamburger chain billionaire. 

But right now, as she stood on the stage of the grand ballroom in her 
private mansion in Westchester County, she was the greatest dominatrix of 
all time. 

She loved to hurt just as much as her victims loved to be hurt. 

Bound on his hands and knees was Harvey Anderson, a sexual submissive, whom 
Stephanie had chosen to be her first victim of the evening. 

He adored her and begged for her to cause him unspeakable agonies and 
humiliation. 

Stephanie strapped the long black rubber dildo around her hips and strutted 
about the stage showing off her fake cock for the cheering crowd of 
on-lookers. 

Harvey looked at that long rubber prick and he felt his own cock throb in 
response. 

He knew that in a matter of seconds she was going to ram that thing 
viciously up his ass, and she was going to show him no mercy as she fucked 
his nether eye until it bled. 

Harvey knew the pain would be awful. 

But he also knew that with that pain would come the ecstasy he craved so 
much! 


CHAPTER ONE 

Stephanie Anne Simpson sat at the dinner table impatiently waiting for her 
dinner to be served to her. 

The table was very long. It went the entire length of the large room, and 
there were many places set at it. 

But Stephanie was alone at the head of the table, tapping her long red nails 
on the white tablecloth. 

She was alone, of course, except for her two personal servants, Candy, 
Stephanie's hand maiden and head of the house cleaning staff, and Sergio, 
her Italian butler. 

Stephanie was heiress to a billion dollar hamburger chain, and her daddy 
Frederick Freeman Simpson had given her the huge mansion up in Westchester 
County on the banks of the Hudson River for her to play in. 

She lived in the big house alone, but she threw many large parties and she 
had many friends who came to all of them. 

It was eight o'clock on the evening of November 13th. Outside it was 
overcast and their was a definite chill to the breeze to the Upstate New 
York air, Stephanie planned a big party for that very Saturday and she was 
looking forward to it a great deal. 

At her parties she always got to perform for her guests in the manner she 
liked best. 

She would take off her usual tight dress with a long slit up the side to 
show off her wonderful legs and she would don a leather outfit. 

She became, at her parties, a bitch of a dominatrix, who was willing to 
cause her victims a lot of pain. 

And the sexually submissive males and females who frequented her large get 
togethers loved her for the punishment she inflicted on them. 

Stephanie had long straight black hair parted in the middle. Her hair was 
shiny and thick and it spilled like poetry over her smooth round shoulders. 

And her body was so beautiful she could make the most tainted stud ache for 
her. 

She had very large breasts which rested high and firm on her chest. 

The nipples on those supple breasts were very large also. They would get 
hard and erect whenever she was excited in any way, and they were clearly 
visible through the thin material in the dresses she wore. 

Her body tapered to a very thin waist and then spread out again to rounded 
firm hips. When Stephanie walked she moved her hips from side to side 
gracefully. 

Whenever she spoke to someone her eyes would meet theirs with a steady gaze. 

She was a picture of confidence and self-respect as she made her way through 
life. 

She demanded respect from everyone she met and, as heiress to Simpson's 
Sizzlers, she knew that her reign as a powerful woman was only beginning. 

Stephanie yearned for power, and she loved to have other humans groveling 
pathetically at her feet. She fed off of domination, and was nurtured by it. 

The heiress was still only twenty-one years old but already the press in 
"New York City had picked up on her story and were playing her as a 
beautiful socialite. She couldn't go anywhere without a picture of her 
showing up in one newspaper or another. 

Only in Simpson manner, where she was now waiting for her dinner, did she 
have complete privacy. 

No member of the press was ever allowed to attend any of her parties and all 
guests were screened carefully at the door by Stephanie's staff. 

Candy, the heiress' personal hand maiden, entered the dining room carrying a 
large silver tray. For dinner Stephanie was having a bloody rare prime rib 
of beef, broccoli with a wine cheese sauce, and a half of grapefruit. 

Candy was only seventeen years old and Stephanie had hired her immediately 
after the young girl graduated from high school. 

Candy was pert and cute, and respected her boss very much. She had a head 
full of tight blonde curls, and her still growing breasts were perky and 
firm. 

Candy had a little bounce to her walk and a twinkle to her eye that made her 
look even younger and more innocent than she was. 

The hand maiden sat the tray on the table in front of Stephanie and began to 
put portions of each item on the heiress' plate. 

"It is about time Candy Cummings!" Stephanie exclaimed, sounding sharp and 
cross. "Dinner is a full ten minutes late and I have been sitting here very 
hungry." 

"I'm very sorry Miss Simpson," Candy said and gave a little bow. "Will you 
be needing your bath tonight?" 

"Yes, Candy, I believe a hot scrub will do me fine," Stephanie said 
examining her long red nails. "Be at my quarters at midnight, won't you?" 

"Of course, Miss Simpson," Candy said and quickly retreated to the kitchen. 

"My wine! Where is my wine?" Stephanie screamed out pounding a tiny fist on 
the table cloth next to her plate filled with rare juicy meat. 

"Coming!" Sergio called out and carried in a bottle of French wine resting 
in a bucket of ice. 

He pulled the cork, gave it to her to sniff, she nodded and he poured a sip 
into the base of her wine glass. 

Stephanie swirled the touch of wine around in the bottom of her glass and 
inhaled deeply through her nose. Sergio thought she looked like beautiful 
queen at that point. 

Then Stephanie sipped the wine, nodded her approval, and Sergio poured her 
glass half full. 

It was clear to see why Stephanie had hired Sergio as her butler. 

He was, as Stephanie was apt to put it, a hunk and a half. 

He had big deep dark brown eyes, a mop of pitch black hair, and an athlete's 
body that went from very wide shoulders, tapering down to very slim hips. 

His skin was dark also and he always looked like he had a tremendous tan, 
even in November. 

And Stephanie also knew that his cock was well down one of his pant legs as 
he served her the wine. 

When she had first seen the size of his prick she had decided to keep him 
around for a long time; she didn't care much what capacity that was in. 

He spoke with a slight Italian accent, but as he watched more American 
television he was sounding more and more like he was from Brooklyn. 

Candy spoke as if she was from nowhere. Even though Stephanie knew the young 
blonde girl was from Rochester, New York, her accent indicated no region. 

"Sergio!" Stephanie called out as he was about to retreat from the room and 
leave her alone. 

"Yes, Miss Simpson," he said politely, stopping and turning toward her. 

"I would like you to visit my private quarters this evening. I feel a 
tremendous ache in my loins and I think it would be nice if you gave me some 
of your special therapy. Could you be there at one?" 

Sergio's eyes twinkled and a corner of his mouth turned up into a half 
smile. He knew exactly what she meant by special therapy and his cock 
throbbed when he thought of it. 

Stephanie believed in being fair to her help. If they were good and did all 
of their chores on time, she would allow them to have sexual pleasure with 
her. 

But if they did something wrong, overcooked a piece of meat, served a musky 
wine, were repeatedly tardy, or whatever, Stephanie could be very cruel. 

She could inflict great pain on both Sergio and Candy when she so wished, 
and both of the head servants were careful to obey all of her rules. 

Candy and Sergio ate in the kitchen from what was left over of the meal she 
had prepared. 

Stephanie ate alone at the long table in the large dining room. 

The servants would not see her again until it was their appointed time to 
visit her in her private quarters upstairs. 

Sergio dressed in a black suit at work, and Stephanie like him to wear his 
black slacks very tight so she could see his long dong pinned by the tight 
material against his thigh. 

Candy wore a very short maid's frilly dress with silk stockings and black 
high heels. She had a little maid's cap, which made her look a little like a 
nurse, pinned neatly to the back of her head. It rested cutely on her blonde 
curls. 

Stephanie ate slowly and drank three glasses of wine. 

Then she went up the stairs to her private quarters to take a nap. 

Stephanie Anne Simpson's private quarters entailed a lot more than just her 
bedroom. 

She had a whole suite of rooms on the second floor of the mansion in which 
no one was alluwed without a very specific invitation. 

There was a large bedroom which featured a round water bed with a mink 
bedspread, a big bathroom, equipped with many hoses and enema bags, and 
spray hand showers, designed for both pleasure and punishment. 

And then there was a library filled with thousands of twentieth century 
American novels. 

Stephanie couldn't get into reading anything else. She avoided mainstream 
fiction and her tastes in prose leaned toward the avant-garde. 

She liked Bukowski, Kotzwinkle, and Henry Miller the best. 

Stephanie took off all of her clothes and stood in front of a full length 
mirror in her bedroom. 

She admired her body and she knew the power her gorgeous torso and legs, as 
well as her money, gave her. 

Sexual beings desired her so much they were willing to do anything for her, 
and that was just the way Stephanie liked it. 

She ran her hands over her breasts and thought about how wonderful it was 
going to be when Candy came up to bathe her and Sergio came up for some of 
that sweet therapy. 

Then she thought about how great her party was going to be on Saturday. All 
of her freaky kinky friends were going to be there and there was bound to be 
a lot of hot sex action. 

She knew there would be plenty of alcohol, pot and cocaine, and she loved to 
get it on when she was high. 

Stephanie sighed and crawled onto her waterbed, feeling how soft the mink 
bedspread felt against her naked flesh. 

She soon drifted off to sleep and had a wonderful dream in which she was 
beating the President of the United States with a riding crop and fucking 
him up the ass with a big dildo strapped around her waist. 

She did not wake until midnight when there was a small tap at the door. 

Stephanie blinked her eyes open, focused on the digital clock on the wall, 
saw what time it was, smiled sleepily, and called out, "Come in, Candy." 

Candy Cummings opened the door and entered the suite holding a large extra 
soft sponge that she was going to use during Stephanie's bath. Candy saw 
Stephanie's beautiful naked body sprawled on the bed and she could feel an 
ache in her crotch from desire. 

Candy had never considered the possibility that she was a lesbian. It was 
just that she knew the pleasures Stephanie could give her when she was in a 
good mood. Candy had never known any other lover other than Stephanie. It 
was forbidden for Candy and Sergio to touch each other in any way. 

The other members of the household staff were off limits also. 

There was to be no sexual activity in Simpson Manor unless Stephanie was 
directly involved and initiated the action. 

Stephanie stretched her long legs and thrust her arms up over her head. As 
she did so her breasts moved erotically and Candy gasped a little at how 
good her mistress looked. 

Stephanie was still trying to convince herself that she was awake and no 
longer fucking the shit out of the president. 

Stephanie could feel the wetness in her cunt. She had woken from the dream 
very horny. 

"Are you ready for your bath, Miss Simpson?" Candy asked politely. 

"Oh yes, Candy," Stephanie said, a bright grin crossing her beautiful face. 
"I am readier than I ever have been before." 

Stephanie's face looked angelic. It was hard to believe from looking at her 
that she had ever committed a sin. 

Even when she was at her cruellest, her facial features remained sweet and 
lovely. 

Stephanie swung her legs over the side of the bed and rocked with the water, 
she stood up and walked to the stereo. 

Stephanie's suite was fully equipped to record and play back both visual and 
audio impression. She had a small recording studio in there and her newest 
toy was a video tape machine. 

She had made many sound movies of herself as a dominatrix bitch and she 
liked to play them back for herself late at night. 

Stephanie put on a record by the Rolling Stones and turned it up very loud. 

For some reason very loud pulsating rock and roll music made Stephanie so 
horny she wanted to scream. 

Candy went into the large bathroom and prepared a tub of hot water. 

Stephanie entered the bathroom and slipped herself into the tub so that only 
her face was above the steaming hot water. 

The black haired woman closed her eyes and let out a deep moan. 

Candy knelt beside the tub and began to soap up the woman's large breasts. 
The blonde hand maiden thrilled when Stephanie's nipples became erect as she 
ran the soapy sponge over them. 

"Candy dear," Stephanie said very softly, with a little bit a cat's purr in 
her velvety smooth voice. "Would you like to take off your clothes and join 
me in the tub?" 

"I would be honored, Miss Simpson," Candy said and immediately began to 
remove her clothing and hang them up neatly on the many clothes racks along 
the white-tiled bathroom wall. 

The tub was deep and long enough so that two people could fit into it 
easily. 

They could sit in the tub facing each other or they could lie side by side. 

The faucets were elevated and at the side of the tub rather than at one end, 
so no one had to get hard chrome in their back as they played in the hot 
water. 

There would be no trouble fitting both Candy and Stephanie in the tub since 
they were both very petite girls. 

Stephanie was only five two, though her legs were long, and Candy came in at 
about five foot even. The maid was slim through the shoulders and hips and 
couldn't have weighed more than ninety-five pounds. 

On the wall, near the faucets were a number of hoses with different sized 
nozzles. 

These were specifically designed for Stephanie as tools of masturbation. 

The nozzles were designed to stimulate her clitoris with running water. 

Stephanie liked her sex as wet as possible, and that was why she had 
equipped her private bathroom in that manner. 

Candy was completely naked and she slowly stepped into the hot tub. 

She lowered her cute little butt into the water with a sigh and settled on 
the bottom of the tub facing Stephanie. 

"You were bad for being late with dinner," Stephanie said. 

The blood ran out of Candy's face because she thought she was going to be 
punished. 

"But I forgive you," Stephanie continued. "You look very cute tonight and I 
just want to make love with you." 

The two girls put their hands on the back of each other's necks and leaned 
forward for their first kiss of the evening. 

They both had full pouting lips and when they pressed them together they 
could each feel the moisture inside their pussies start to flow. 

Candy willingly parted her lips and Stephanie slowly and curiously pushed 
her tongue into the blonde young girl's mouth. 

Candy touched the tip of Stephanie's tongue with her own and soon they were 
kissing passionately, rolling their tongues together. 

Candy moved her hands from the back of Stephanie's neck and put one hand on 
each of her breasts. 

Candy's white hands looked very small when holding onto Stephanie's breasts. 

Candy squeezed those big tits and made her mistress groan with delight. 

Stephanie then pulled Candy's head down so she could kiss her breasts. 

Candy showered these big tits with little pecks, and then found one large 
nipple with her tongue. 

She licked lightly across that hard erect nipple and Stephanie dug her 
fingers into the back of Candy's neck and made small whimpering noises in 
the back of her throat. 

Candy licked both nipples until they were as hard and erect as they could 
get without bursting, and then she put her whole mouth over the right one 
and sucked on that delicious flesh. 

Stephanie loved the way the cute little blonde girl's mouth felt on her 
breasts. 

She was so gentle and so knowing. Her tongue was so hot, so wet, so soft. 

Stephanie began to fondle Candy's smaller pert tits and Candy gave a small 
groan of joy. 

Then Stephanie decided she wanted more direct sexual pleasure. 

She pulled a big nozzle attached to hose off the rack on the wall above her, 
and screwed the other end to the hot water faucet. 

"Candy, I am going to lie back and relax now. I want you to turn on the hot 
water and massage my pussy with the stream of water that comes out of the 
nozzle. 

"If you wish, you may give me an orgasm with the water nozzle." 

Candy knew that Stephanie was just being polite. If she did not give her an 
orgasm there would be hell to pay. Her ability to give her mistress pleasure 
was one of the ways she stayed in good favor and kept her job. 

The nozzle Stephanie had selected was designed to emit a single hard needle 
of water. 

Candy turned on the hot water and watched as the stream came out of the 
little nozzle. 

Candy directed the water for a moment so that it would strike Stephanie's 
nipples. 

Then the blonde girl put the nozzle under the water and let the single 
needle splash against the insides of her mistress' thighs. 

Stephanie spread her legs open very wide so that the lips of her pussy 
parted and the wet pink flesh inside was clearly visible. 

Stephanie has an exceptional cunt. The outer lips were very large and puffy, 
and protruded way out from the ring of black pubic hair which surrounded the 
entire area. 

The dark-haired girl did many muscle control exercises and she kept her 
vaginal opening very tight in spite of the many cocks that had hammered her 
there. 

Her clit was very big also and stuck out of the sheath of skin that was 
supposed to protect it whenever she was the least bit excited. That clit got 
very hard and an angry red color. One could see it throb as Stephanie 
approached a climax. 

Her pussy also had a great capacity for lubrication. 

At the slightest stimulation her cunt juices would start to flow like a 
river. 

She could make her cunt all soupy by just thinking of beating some wimp with 
a cat o' nine tails. 

Candy moved the spray up the inside of Stephanie's thigh until it was 
striking the outer lips of her quim. 

Stephanie cried out sharply and closed her eyes tightly. 

Candy smiled because she could tell there would be no problem getting her 
mistress off that early morning. 

Then the blonde maid reached down with her other hand and pulled the outer 
lips of Stephanie's pussy apart as far as they could go. 

She moved the nozzle deep between those open lips and sprayed the harsh 
water right up Stephanie's fuck hole. 

The rich woman loved to be tended to so completely. All she had to do was 
put her head back and relax. She could concentrate on nothing but the 
pleasure that was being given to her, and there was never a mention of 
reciprocity. 

Stephanie lifted her ass up off the bottom of the tub so Candy could get the 
nozzle far up her cunt. 

The dark haired woman was groaning wildly and Candy could tell it was time 
to move on to the next step. 

The young blonde girl was feeling very horny herself as she moved the nozzle 
up so that it was striking Stephanie in the clitoris. 

That little love button was swollen as far as it could go and it was 
protruding far out from the top of Stephanie's cunt. 

The heiress really started to writhe in the tub at that point. 

No part of her body could stay still while she was feeling so much ecstasy. 

Her hips began to buck violently from side to side and up and down. 

Water was splashed out of the tub onto the bathroom floor. 

Her head thrashed from side to side and her wet black hair was all over her 
face. 

It took a great deal of coordination for Candy to keep the stream of water 
directly on Stephanie's clitoris. With the way she was moving her hips about 
Candy had to be very quick and accurate. 

"Oh Candy, I'm COMING!!" Stephanie screamed and Candy pressed the nozzle 
right up against her clit so the water was pressing it flat with its force. 

Stephanie yelled and yelled as the great waves of pleasure rippled through 
her body. 

Great spasms of joy filled her lower torso and she clenched her teeth. 

Finally it was over and Stephanie put her hand on Candy's wrist to let her 
know that it was okay to take the nozzle out of her cunt. 

Then the girls soaped each other up all over and got themselves squeaky 
clean. 

They rinsed with the water nozzle and Candy was the first to step out of the 
tub. 

She got a big red fluffy bath towel off of the rack and wrapped it around 
Stephanie's shoulders as she got out of the water. 

Candy slowly and sensuously dried her mistress off with the red towel. 

"Candy, would you like to join me in my bed now?" Stephanie asked, in a 
voice that was almost approaching sweetness. 

"I would be honored, Miss Simpson," Candy said and curtsied, holding out an 
imaginary dress at the sides of her nude hips. 

Candy Cummings' pubic hair was as light as the hair on her head and she 
didn't have much of it. 

There was just a little lock of golden hair above her slit. 

Candy quickly dried herself off and followed Stephanie into the bedroom. 

She could feel the throbbing inside her tight cunt. No man's cock had ever 
known the inside of Candy Cummings' quim. Her cherry had been popped by one 
of her mistress' dildos, and fake cocks were the only things that had ever 
penetrated the cute young little blonde girl.... 

"I feel like we should eat each other out at the same time. I want you to 
have some pleasure too, Candy. With the exception of dinner being late 
tonight you have been a very good little girl. I know I risk spoiling you by 
doing this so I would suggest you don't take my good mood for granted." 

"No, Miss Simpson. I will obey all of your rules like the true servant to 
you that I am." 

Stephanie placed her long fingernails on the side of Candy's face as if she 
was about to scratch her horribly. 

Candy winced and Stephanie pulled her hand away with a cheerful laugh. 

Stephanie told Candy to lay on her back in the center of the waterbed with 
her thighs parted as far as they would go and her knees up. 

Candy did exactly as she was told and positioned herself on the bed. 

Her mistress was going to lick her throbbing slit and that made Candy feel 
very happy. 

She believed that Stephanie was really not angry that the dinner had been 
late. 

She did not know she was falling directly into Stephanie's trap. 

Stephanie had decided that letting Candy's punishment slide was out of the 
question. 

There was only one way to train her servants, and that was through 
discipline. 

So Stephanie had decided to act very friendly until she got all of the 
pleasure she wanted and then, suddenly, she was going to cause little Candy 
Cummings incredible pain. Stephanie mounted Candy so that her face was 
resting against the blonde girl's thigh. 

She spread her knees far apart and lowered her pussy over Candy's knowing 
mouth. 

The second Stephanie's cunt was within reach Candy stuck out her pink tongue 
as far as it would go and began to run it lightly all around the puffy outer 
lips of her pussy. 

Stephanie bided some time pecking tiny kisses at Candy's inner thighs. 

Stephanie was going to wait until Candy had licked her to orgasm before she 
dealt with Candy's cunt. 

Candy was waiting expectantly for a tongue to touch her cunt but she felt no 
such sensation. 

She knew better than to complain or beg for pleasure. That was strictly 
against the rules and she would be punished for acting out of line. 

So Candy decided to be patient and wait for her mistress to lick her 
whenever she desired. 

Candy concentrated all of her attention on giving Stephanie pleasure. 

The dark haired woman's clit was stiff and throbbing once again. 

Stephanie lowered her hips even further so she was literally sitting on 
Candy's face. 

Candy could reach the entire length of Stephanie's cunt as well as her 
asshole with her tongue. 

The little blonde worked her tongue in and out of Stephanie's fuck hole and 
put both of her hands on her mistress' buttocks. 

She pulled the cheeks of her ass open and ran her tongue up and down the 
crack, stopping to flick the very tip of it over her asshole a few times. 

Stephanie was really worked up at that point and Candy began to lap happily 
at her clitoris with the flat part of her tongue. 

She took long strokes over that yearning love button that drove Stephanie 
wild with desire. 

Just before the dark haired woman was about to come Candy put her full lips 
over the woman's clit and sucked it up into her mouth. 

She sucked hard on Stephanie's little man in the boat and rubbed the tip of 
her tongue across the top of that little ball of flesh that was the center 
of Stephanie's sexual desire. 

Stephanie mashed her cunt down hard into Candy's face as she began to come 
once again. 

Candy found it hard to breath but she kept licking anyway so she could give 
her mistress as much joy as possible. 

When the orgasm was over Stephanie had a powerful after glow that made her 
whimper like a wounded puppy. 

But the evil woman soon regained her composure and set about her plan to 
punish her hand maiden. 

"Now it is time for me to give you pleasure," Stephanie said to the little 
girl with the blonde curls. 

Candy smiled because she was aching to be eaten out. 

She didn't have the slightest idea that her mistress was lying to her. 

Stephanie wanted to wait until the last possible moment before inflicting 
the tremendous agony. 

She was going to wait until just before the little girl was going to come. 

Stephanie gave a fresh innocent smile when she thought about how cruel she 
was. 

Stephanie knew that she would be a very good poker player. 

She was aware of the fact she could keep the same expression on her face no 
matter what her real mood was. 

Stephanie turned her body around so she was facing Candy with her head 
between the little girl's legs. 

She looked up at Candy and smiled and Candy smiled back. 

Stephanie wrapped her arms gently around the girls legs and began licking 
the little pink cunt that rested in the delta. 

Candy had been so worked up with anticipation she could tell it wouldn't 
take very long before she had her own blissful orgasm. 

She couldn't believe her mistress was being this kind to her even after she 
had messed up with dinner. 

For a moment she wondered if her mistress was mellowing a bit. 

But soon the pleasure in her loins became so great that she could think of 
nothing but the long hot wet tongue that was driving in and out of her cunt. 

Stephanie moved her tongue up to Candy's clit and licked across it as hard 
as she could. 

Candy writhed and made many loud deep groaning noises. 

Candy lifted her hips up off the waterbed so Stephanie could tell she was 
going to come at any second. 

She sucked her clit and then, without giving it another thought, bit down on 
that love button so hard Candy thought for a moment that she had bitten it 
right off. 

Stephanie knew better than to cause any permanent damage while inflicting 
her punishments. 

She believed that no matter how cruel a game was, you should be able to play 
it more than once. 

Candy screamed out in her agony, and great tears welled up in her baby blue 
eyes and streamed down her smooth cheeks. 

"How dare you be late with my dinner?" Stephanie screamed at the little girl 
who now had both hands over her pussy and was rolling from side to side 
praying that the pain would ease. "How dare you break one of my rules. You 
know very well I like my dinner to be prompt and you purposefully let me sit 
like a fool alone at the dinner table with nothing to eat." 

Candy tried to beg for mercy but she could not form the words inside her 
strained throat. 

"Now get the fuck out of here and I don't want to see or hear from you again 
until brunch tomorrow at noon. I want you to do all the shopping tomorrow 
for the party on Saturday and don't fuck up again!" 

Candy painfully managed to get off the bed and go to the bathroom where her 
maid's uniform was hanging neatly. 

Candy could tell her cunt was going to be sore for a long time from the 
vicious bite she took and she made a point of reminding herself never to 
allow dinner to be late ever again. 

Candy put on that uniform as fast as she could under the circumstances. 

The left Stephanie's private quarters still in tears without speaking a 
word. 

Stephanie lay back on her waterbed and fluffed a pillow beneath her head. 

She fingered her own clit for a moment and thought about the two wonderful 
orgasms she had received. 

She looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost one o'clock. It was 
time for her therapy session with Sergio's cock. 

Oh, how she yearned to be filled completely in both of her holes with that 
awesome rod of his. 

Sergio had been good all day so he would not be punished. 

His reward would be getting to fuck Stephanie twice. Once in the cunt and 
once up the asshole. 

At precisely one o'clock there was a sharp knock on the door. Stepanie 
called for the handsome Italian man to enter. 

When he came into Stephanie's private quarters he looked a little nervous. 

He had just heard what Stephanie had done to Candy and he didn't look 
forward to seeing his mistress when she was in a bad mood. 

He had horrible memories of previous punishments he had received. 

He knew that all of the punishments had been just and he had broken one of 
his mistress' rules each time. 

He knew he would have to be disciplined each time he disobeyed her. 

But he remembered the awful pain of the big enemas he had received, and the 
humiliation he felt when he was once forced to drink Stephanie's piss. 

He remembered the time she had tied him down to the bed and brutally 
violated his anus with an over-sized vibrator. 

But he couldn't think of anything he had done wrong that day. 

"Come over here, Sergio," Stephanie said calmly. "And take that sick puppy 
look off your face. I am not going to punish you. I only want you to fuck 
me. Now get out of that suit and join me over here on the bed." 

Sergio's face immediately brightened and he began to take off his clothes. 

His cock was already stiff as a board and hard as a rock inside his tight 
black slacks, and Stephanie could tell he was ready to satisfy her deepest 
needs. 

When he was completely nude his cock stood out straight in front of him in 
all of its glory. 

Stephanie still felt a thrill run through her body when she gazed upon 
Sergio's perfect body and his huge cock. 

The head of his prick was thick and throbbing purple. 

The shaft was just as thick and was laden with bulging veins. 

Her ass was very small and tight. And when Stephanie knew her sex slave 
butler had been good, she knew he would give her many orgasms. 

Stephanie patted the bedspread next to her with the palm of her hand to show 
that she wanted the man to get next to her. 

He sprawled himself on the bed and lay on his side facing her. 

She kissed him tenderly on the lips and reached down with her hand to hold 
his throbbing cock. 

When she put her hand around the shaft of his cock, her fingers did not make 
it all the way around. The long red fingernails on her thumb and forefinger 
touched at the tips. 

She gave that hard tool a little squeeze and Sergio made a low noise in his 
throat that made Stephanie want him inside her right away. 

But she wanted to take her time. She wanted the therapy session to last well 
into the night. 

She knew that Sergio could get it up and come many times during a single 
session so she never had to worry about "wasting" an orgasm for fear he 
would no longer be able to perform. 

The first thing Stephanie decided she wanted to do was taste Sergio's come. 
And to do that she would have to taste his cock and his balls too. 

Putting her hands on Sergio's shoulders she pushed him over on his back and 
began to kiss and lick her way down his dark body, licking his nipples and 
his navel as she went. 

She moved on the bed so that her head was between his legs. 

He shifted his weight onto the small of his back so she would have access to 
his buttocks also. 

Stephanie could smell the musky odor of Sergio's manhood coming from his 
cock and balls. 

The odor was intoxicating and Stephanie found herself in a dream world, 
where there was only the two of them and the rest was in soft focus. 

She believed she was in a movie and she was playing the part of Cleopatra, 
commanding one of the slaves of her Nile kingdom to fuck her in the throat, 
in the cunt and in the asshole. Oh, that sweet precious little asshole of 
mine, Stephanie thought to herself. 

Then she remembered the video tape equipment and she quickly left Sergio and 
turned the camera on facing the bed. 

She felt very horny and she wanted a permanent record of this session of 
sessions in sex therapy. 

She immediately returned to Sergio. She turned his body so that the camera 
would be able to see the action. 

She took his cock in her hands and she held it straight up. 

Then she stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and she ran the very tip 
from the base of his rod to his tool. 

With her other hand, she reached under his cock and found the big full sack 
that held his balls and his seemingly unending supply of white hot sticky 
semen. 

She scratched lightly at his balls with the tips of her fingernails. 

He swooned with pleasure. He had his eyes shut and there was a small 
blissful smile on his face. 

He loved his mistress very much. He would do anything for her. He would 
gladly sacrifice his life for the woman he worshiped. 

He loved her when she was kind to him and gave him pleasure and he loved 
her, dare he think it, when she was being cruel to him and giving him great 
pain. 

Now the pleasure was incredible and Sergio though he had found nirvana. 

Stephanie flicked her tongue up and down the sensitive patch of skin just 
below his glans. 

She put the balls of flesh on the tips of her fingers under-his balls and 
lifted them gently up and down as if she were trying to judge their mass. 

Then she moved her mouth down to his balls and kissed them lightly with full 
puckered lips. 

With her hand she made a circle and pumped up and down on his massive penis, 
going all the way from the base to the crown with each stroke. 

With her mouth she softly found his balls one at a time as they swam around 
in the sack, and she sucked lightly at them. 

Stephanie knew the potential for causing pain by just sucking the slightest 
bit too hard, but she was kind and did it so delicately that Sergio moaned 
loudly and felt the ache in his lower body spread down into his legs. 

The licked at the little patch of skin between Sergio's balls and his 
asshole. 

This drove him wild also and he couldn't help but begin to move his hips 
around slowly in a circular motion. 

Stephanie could tell he was ready for the final portion of this initial 
exercise. 

She opened her mouth as far as she could, because she knew she had to, and 
slipped it over the tip of his cock, completely covering his glans. 

But Stephanie had a well trained throat and she did not have to stop and 
suck at this point. 

She flicked her tongue over the hole at the tip a couple of times and then 
she drove her whole head downward onto his cock. 

The penis rammed it s way up deep into her throat which she held straight. 

Her chin was up and her head back so the whole cock would fit down there. 

Sergio knew very well what he was supposed to do at that point. 

He slowly began to move his hips back and forth so that he was fucking 
Stephanie's mouth. 

Stephanie had trained herself so that she could squeeze on a cock with the 
muscles in her throat so that the man felt like he was fucking a very tight 
pussy with a tongue inside it. 

Sergio could not fuck that slowly for very long. He was too excited. 

He soon picked up the pace and was forcing his cock brutally down 
Stephanie's throat. 

But Stephanie felt no discomfort. She loved it as much as he did. 

Stephanie turned her body around and straddled Sergio's head so that he 
could eat out her cunt while she deep throated him. 

He could feel that he was going to come very soon so he knew he would have 
to get Stephanie off at the same time, which was the object of the game. 

He could feel the come swirling around in his balls and settling at the base 
of his cock. 

It was getting prepared for the eruption of Sergio's orgasm. 

He thrust his tongue deep into Stephanie's already wet cunt. 

He lapped at her clitoris as hard as he could, and she could feel a great 
ball of pleasure forming down in her loins. 

Just at the point that great gobs of Sergio's love jelly shot from the tip 
of his cock and bathed the inside of Stephanie's throat, she could feel that 
ball of pleasure inside of her explode into a thousand balls of liquid fire, 
and Sergio drank up the flood of cunt juices that formed at that point. 

One hole down, two to go, Stephanie thought to herself. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Stephanie glanced at the whirring reel of video tape spinning on the wall 
and judged how long it would be before she would have to get up and change 
the tape. 

She figured she had forty five minutes left and that was plenty of time for 
a good long cunt fuck. 

She had given it some thought and she had decided to get fucked in the cunt 
before she got fucked in the ass. 

Sometimes she did it the other way around, it all depended on her mood. 

"I want you to fuck me from the rear in my pussy," Stephanie said calmly, 
having regained her composure from her climax. 

"Of course, Miss Simpson," Sergio said subserviently. "I will do whatever 
you wish." 

"You bet your sweet ass you will," Stephanie said with a cheerful smile. 

He loved her the most when she smiled like that at him. It looked like such 
a simple smile but he knew the depth there was to it. 

Stephanie got up on her knees. She placed her head on the bed, pressing the 
side of her face against the soft mink fur. 

She stuck her ass way up in the air and placed her knees far apart. 

Her pussy was open and wet and ready to be filled completely with steaming 
relentless cock. 

Sergio knelt behind her and ran his large strong hands smoothly over her 
writhing body. 

She wanted him to stick it all the way into her with the first thrust of his 
hips. 

He ran his hands over her back and then under her so he could fondle her 
large breasts, which seemed even bigger when gravity was in their favor. 

He worked the thumbs on both of his hands gently over the hard nipples. She 
moaned and wished he would hurry up and penetrate her. 

Sergio knew how his mistress liked to be entered best and he could do it 
well. 

He rubbed the very tip of his purple lance up and down her slippery slit. 

Then he positioned it between her cunt lips immediately above her hump hole. 

Then with one tremendous thrust of his slim powerful hips he drove his nine 
inches way up Stephanie's quim. 

She gasped as if all of the air had been forced out of her lungs and let out 
a sharp cry of ecstasy. 

Stephanie had kept her cunt in such good shape that Sergio still had to 
stretch her opening and the walls inside. 

He did not bother to fuck her slowly. That wasn't what his mistress wanted. 

She wanted to be fucked as hard as he could for a very long time. 

Sergio felt the sweet flesh on the inside of Stephanie's cunt. 

She was still as tight as ever in spite of what she had been through. 

He loved the way his cock felt inside her hot cunt. And he knew he would be 
able to fuck that slippery hole for a long time before he would have to 
shoot his wad into her. 

"Oh yeah, Sergio baby, give it to me with all you've got. I want you to fuck 
me so hard it feels like you are going to tear me apart. Oh! I feel like I 
am impaled on your prick. I feel like you are stabbing me in the cunt with 
it. Oh God! It feels so good, I want you to fuck me like that all night." 

Sergio gave it all he was worth and soon his whole body was covered with a 
layer of sweat from the tremendous work-out. 

It made his skin look shiny, but Stephanie could not see him. 

He was behind her, and her eyes were closed tightly. 

Her jaw had dropped and her mouth was wide open like it was when she went 
down on him. 

Her whole face was red and contorted with the powerful sensations she was 
experiencing in her drooling cunt. 

The fuck went on for forty minutes and Stephanie had many orgasms before it 
was over. 

She began to have orgasms at three minute intervals half way through the 
fuck and near the end they were coming one right after the other until she 
couldn't tell when one ended and another began. 

Stephanie was very analytic about her own orgasms, and she had begun to 
study other people's orgasms also. 

She had noticed after all the years of fucking, five to be exact, that no 
two orgasms were alike. 

They were a lot like snowflakes in that fashion. Stephanie figured some day 
she would write the ultimate book on the female orgasm. 

She was sure there weren't very many kind that she hadn't experienced, 
although she was constantly surprising herself with her own capability for 
variety. 

She was always learning new and wonderful things about herself. 

She figured she would need a lot more research before she would undertake 
any task as time-consuming as writing a book. 

At the very end of the fuck Sergio was dripping sweat and making loud 
groaning noises. 

Finally he thrust his cock all the way into Stephanie and he left it there. 

He threw back his head and he arched his back as he felt himself coming. 

He drew his cock out of her and looked down at Stephanie who was also 
drenching wet with sweat. 

They took a shower together to refresh themselves thoroughly. 

Sergio had one fuck to go and Stephanie decided the stud needed to be cooled 
down a little first. 

So they took a luke warm shower and washed each other gently. 

Stephanie had Sergio wash her asshole carefully because she fully expected 
to have him stick his tongue up it when they returned to performing for the 
camera. 

They were clean and feeling brand new by the time they dried off and 
returned to the waterbed. 

Stephanie switched reels of tape on the video recorder and lay down on the 
mink bedspread. 

Sergio stood next to the bed awaiting instructions. 

"Sergio, dear I am going to stick my legs straight up in the air," she said 
demonstrating with her body as she spoke. "I am going to point my toes 
upward and part my legs far so I am making a vee." 

Sergio had a small smile on his face because he knew what she was getting 
at. 

"Then I am going to reach down with both of my hands and I am going to pull 
the cheeks of my ass wide open," she said demonstrating this also. 

Sergio could see the puckered opening of her asshole resting just below her 
cunt. 

It looked like a pink asterisk and Sergio could see it opening and closing a 
little in anticipation of his violation. 

"I want you to lick my pussy and my asshole so that a lot of my pussy juice 
gets inside my anus for lubrication. Then I want you to fuck the daylights 
out of my rectum. Do you understand, Sergio?" 

"Yes, Miss Simpson." 

Sergio crawled on his belly toward her on the bed until his face was right 
in front of her open buttocks. 

He licked her soupy cunt, then he stuck his tongue up her asshole repeatedly 
so that the area around her sphincter was very slippery. 

Stephanie loved the feeling of having his tongue up her tiny nether eye. 

It sent shivers up and down her spine and made goose flesh form all over her 
body. 

When Sergio was satisfied that she was lubricated enough for penetration 
without pain, he mounted her from the front. 

His face was directly above hers and they kissed passionately. 

The head of his prick was resting between her round firm buttocks. 

Her breasts were pressed flat against his broad hairy chest. 

He did not enter her quickly like he did with her cunt. 

He knew his mistress liked to be entered in this tighter hole very slowly. 

She liked to feel every inch of his thick throbbing purple cock as he thrust 
deep into her bowels. 

"Now! Sergio. Start pushing into me now!" Stephanie called out as an order. 

The tingling in her asshole and deep inside her had gotten to be too much 
for her to wait any longer. 

The yearning was so great she had to feel the ring of muscle around her 
asshole stretched by the thick shaft of his prick immediately. 

When Sergio did start to press forward with his hips he could feel her 
opening beneath him like a beautiful bud blooming in the springtime. 

Stephanie thought there weren't many sensations as intense as being reamed 
up the ass by a hot stud. 

He finally got it all the way up her ass and she let out a loud cry of 
approval. 

She had felt every inch of it as it went into her and she had a glorious 
filled feeling. 

Sergio fucked her asshole slowly at first, and then hard, until he came into 
her sweet bowels. 

Stephanie got off like a rocket many times before he was done with the 
waterbed buggery. 

She sighed as he pulled his quickly slackening cock out of her. 

She could feel an intense buzz down below where she had been ravaged by his 
fearsome rod. She felt satisfied for the time being and she dismissed Sergio 
telling him she wanted to be alone. 

She quickly drifted off to sleep, making sure she didn't lie in any of the 
wet spots on the bed. 

She had several mink bedspreads and she had them dry cleaned frequently so 
that she wouldn't have to sleep in any old come stains. 

As she slept she dreamt she was fucking the. Pope and he was coming inside 
of her. 

And she didn't wake up until eleven o'clock the next morning. 

It was Saturday night, November 5th and Stephanie was very excited. 

It was the night of her big party and she was going to perform. 

Outside it was a clear night in Westchester County and out the window she 
could see the lazy Hudson River working its way slowly toward New York 
Harbor. 

She could see the Tappenzee Bridge in the distance all lit up. There were 
tiny headlights crossing it in either direction. 

Below her she could hear her first guests beginning to arrive. 

They would all have to show their invitations at the door or else three 
bruisers Stephanie had hired would work them over. 

If they didn't know the rules already they didn't belong. 

Stephanie stood before her large closet filled with leather goods and tried 
to decide on an outfit to wear. 

She chose a leather corset that forced her tits upward, and a leather hat 
that resembled a nun's habit. 

Of course, she thought to herself, I will be Sister Savage, the Leather Nun. 

She quickly put on a pair of black stockings attached around her hips to a 
garter belt. 

Then she put on a pair of very sharp spike high heels. 

The entire outfit was black. She would be the Black Leather Nun. 

She stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her costume. 

Her cunt, her ass, and her tits were exposed, and the middle of her body was 
wrapped tightly in black leather. 

She went back to the closet and pulled out her riding crop. 

She put the horse whip under her arm and strutted back and forth in front of 
the mirror a few times. 

Yes, she thought to herself, this is going to be one of my best 
performances. 

Down below the scene was getting wilder and wilder. 

Many of the guests had already removed their clothes. 

Everywhere one looked there were people fucking wildly. 

They were fucking on the furniture, they were fucking on the rug. 

There was even a guy balling a girl on the pool table. 

There was one group of four naked people who were passing around a plate of 
glass with a white powder on it. 

They also passed around a rolled up one hundred dollar bill. 

They took turns sticking the bill up their noses and snorting generous 
amounts of the white powder. 

There was one really wild woman who was pouring a bottle of champagne down 
the front of her body, and three guys were drinking it as it flowed over her 
breasts and down her legs. 

There was one major character in the night's activities who had no idea what 
was in store for him. 

His name was Harvey Anderson and he was a well know sexual submissive. 

Although he was a very big man, it was well-known that he couldn't feel any 
sexual pleasure at all unless he was being tortured or humiliated in some 
manner. 

Big perhaps is not the best word to describe him. He was humongous. He 
weighed two-hundred and fifty pounds and stood six foot six. He looked like 
he could have been a nasty offensive lineman in the National Football 
League. 

But Harvey Anderson did not have an aggressive bone in his body. 

He would take an order from nearly anyone who was willing to give him one. 

He was as mild as a lamb and wouldn't hurt a fly. 

There was a rumor among Stephanie's social circle that Harvey had once 
killed a man by tossing him out of a window. 

The rumor went on to say that this freaked Harvey out and he could no longer 
use his body strength in any way. 

In addition, he constantly felt he needed to be punished for the awful thing 
he had done. 

No one had ever verified that rumor and Stephanie for one didn't believe it. 

She couldn't imagine Harvey being any other way that how he was: obedient. 

Of course Stephanie was used to being obeyed more than most of the people at 
the party, so perhaps she took obedience for granted. 

No one needed a romantic excuse to be her slave. It was expected. 

Stephanie was ready to make her great entrance. It was almost midnight. Her 
parties started late and ended way past dawn. 

She called downstairs and had her servants usher all of the guests into the 
grand ballroom. 

There was a stage set up where Stephanie would give her performance. 

Stephanie was psyched. She could feel her cunt getting wet already. 

Some of the guests who were in the middle of fucking protested when they 
heard they had to move into the ballroom. 

But they all quickly remembered who they were protesting against and did as 
they were told. 

One compromising couple walked into the ballroom and fucked at the same 
time. 

Actually the man did all of the walking and the woman had her legs wrapped 
around his waist. 

Everybody got a good laugh out of it. It was so bizarre, so hip, just sooo 
chic, everyone said. 

The ballroom was very large and the ceiling was the height of the whole 
house. 

Their was a balcony all around the top where people could look down at the 
stage and what was sometimes used as the dance floor. 

A branched support for a number of lights suspended from the ceiling was 
dimmed slightly to let the guests know Stephanie was about to make her 
entrance. 

Luckily, the chandelier was out of reach without a very tall ladder so 
Stephanie didn't have to worry about anyone trying to fuck on it and killing 
themselves. 

A man jumped up and the stage and got some scattered applause. 

"Who the fuck are you?" someone shouted out loudly and there was a 
sprinkling of laughter. 

"Good evening ladies and gentleman and welcome to the most recent edition of 
your favorite sex show: Simpson's Sizzlers!" 

Everyone laughed a lot at that one because it was a take off on the 
hamburger chain that paid for the mansion, and kept the party in cocaine. 

"Let's have a big round of applause for your favorite dominatrix and mine: 
SISTER SAVAGE, THE LEATHER NUN!" 

The crowd erupted in cheering and clapping. There was chaos. 

A spotlight hit the stage and the lights all went out. Nobody could see 
anything except the ball of light on the stage where the spotlight hit it. 

Then all of a sudden Sister Savage appeared in her black leather costume. 

The spotlight followed Stephanie as she made her way to the microphone. 

"Welcome to my den of torture, you scum bags!" Stephanie said cheerfully 
into the microphone. With a big grin on her face she raised her middle 
finger to the crowd. 

There was a great push forward in the ballroom as everyone struggled for a 
better view of the woman in leather. 

"I have already chosen, from the guest list, who is going to be my first 
victim of the evening," The Leather Nun told her congregation. 

Me!" A small man shouted out from the audience enthusiastically. 

"No me!" said another man who was wearing clothes pins on his nipples. 

"Over here! Me!" shouted a woman who was trying to pick a champagne bottle 
up off the floor with her cunt. 

"Shut up you groveling shits. You mother eating father buggerers! I have 
chosen Harvey Anderson to be my first victim. Harvey I want you up here 
immediately you big hunk of wimp!" 

Harvey Anderson was overjoyed with Stephanie's decision. 

He leaped up in the air like a" little boy would on Christmas morning. 

His huge bulk moved it's way slowly toward the stage. 

He plodded up the stairs on big feet and everyone laughed at him. 

But Harvey loved to be laughed at by big crowds of people. 

He loved to be humiliated in every way possible, and he'd tried many of the 
different ways. 

He was hoping Stephanie Anne Simpson was going to put him through a lot of 
embarrassment before the evening was through. 

He didn't have to worry about it much. He knew Stephanie was the best when 
it came to inflicting pain and humiliation. 

He stood on the stage and grinned at the beautiful black haired girl in the 
leather outfit. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her gorgeous tits and ass. 

He was wearing a rather well-fitting light brown suit. 

He did not dress like a clown. He tried to look distinguished in his every 
day life. 

His hair was neatly groomed and he was in the eyes of all a handsome big 
man. 

Most of the guests at the party had seen Harvey and Stephanie perform 
together before and it was one of their favorite combinations. 

In the back of the stage were all kind of chains, straps, whips , and water 
sports devices designed for punishment. 

Everything Stephanie could possibly need for binding someone up and 
torturing them was neatly laid out at the back of the stage. 

"Harvey, you are not a man. Did you know you were not a man?" 

"Yes, Sister Savage, I have never been a real man, I know that." 

"You are not even a boy. You are nothing but a little baby." 

"I feel like a little baby. I want to be treated like a little baby." 

"Well, first of all babies do not wear suits like that. Sometimes babies 
don't wear anything at all. I would like you to take off your clothes 
immediately so all of the audience can see your little prick." 

There was not much embarrassment involved with taking his clothes off. Most 
of the people in the crown were naked already anyway. 

Harvey quickly took off all of his clothes and left them in a big pile on 
the stage next to his feet. 

The crowd cheered happily at the man's totally nude body. 

His prick was not really tiny. It was in proportion with the great bulk of 
the rest of him. 

It was long and thick and it was already starting to throb. 

Stephanie watched carefully as his cock grew longer thicker and harder. 

"Do you know what babies usually wear, Harvey?" Stephanie asked. 

"I don't know, Sister Savage," Harvey said looking meekly down at his big 
feet. 

"Babies usually wear diapers. I am going to put a diaper on you now." 

There was one group in the corner of the ballroom who really liked the 
diaper bit. 

They jumped up and down and shouted and cheered at that point. 

Stephanie went to the back of the stage and got a very, very large diaper. 

It would have to be very big to fit around Harvey's big bottom. 

"Put your feet far apart on the stage," Stephanie instructed calmly. "So I 
can put the diaper on." 

Naturally, Harvey did exactly as he was told without complaint. 

But Stephanie did not put the diaper on the way on mommy would put one on 
her child. 

She put the diaper on cruelly with the intent to give Harvey discomfort. 

She pulled the white cloth way up before she pinned it so that it was wedged 
between the cheeks of his ass. 

In the front his cock was pinned tightly to his thigh so it could not stick 
out the way he wanted it to. 

The cloth pushed his large dangling balls harshly upward and made that sack 
ache horribly. 

There was a nervous expression on Harvey's face now. 

Already there were beads of sweat forming on his large brow. 

His balls hurt from the way the diaper was put on and he could tell he would 
have some difficulty walking. 

The crowd laughed at the ridiculous sight on the stage before them. 

Harvey was a very big man and he looked very silly in a diaper. 

Harvey loved it when the crowd laughed at him and he couldn't wait for the 
humiliation to continue. 

"I want you to come over here Harvey and get on your hands and knees," 
Stephanie said gesturing to a spot in the center of the stage. 

As Harvey got himself in position Stephanie went to the back of the stage 
and got the tools of bondage she needed. 

"Put your hands behind your back with your wrists together!" Stephanie 
commanded. She knew that when Harvey did this he would have to support some 
of his weight with his head or his face or else he would topple over. 

There would be no toppling over. That was strictly against the rules. 

Harvey put his hands behind his back and rested his forehead on the wooden 
floor of the stage. 

Stephanie quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on the man's wrists. 

She made sure to put them on as tightly as she could so they would cause him 
excruciating pain. 

Immediately, the tips of Harvey's fingers began to turn purple. 

The rough edges on the insides of the handcuffs bit into his large wrists. 

The blood could no longer flow to his hands properly. 

Already he could feel the pin and needles in his hands that let him know he 
would soon lose all feeling in them. 

"Put you ankles together, so I can apply the ankle cuffs!" Stephanie ordered 
and Harvey did so right away. 

Stephanie quickly put on the larger ankle cuffs and the same distress was 
caused in Harvey's feet. 

Harvey was totally immobilized. He could not have gotten up if he wanted to. 

But the truth of the matter was he did not want to. 

He was looking forward too much to the agony session which was to follow. 

At that point Harvey was turned sideways to the audience so they could see 
his profile. 

Stephanie returned to the back of the stage and got a specially prepared 
gag, with a ball in the middle designed to go in the victim's mouth. 

The ball not only kept the victim from making any noise, but it forced his 
jaws far open and made them ache a lot. 

"Open your mouth as far as it will go, you little baby shit!" Stephanie 
ordered. 

Harvey said ahhh, like he was sitting in the dentist's chair. 

Stephanie gleefully popped the ball deep into Harvey's mouth and tied the 
gag tightly behind his head. 

There was a tremendous round of applause for the completion of the bondage. 

Stephanie's friends were a very kinky crew and they appreciated a good 
bondage when they saw one. 

"I want you to turn around now so that your ass is facing the audience," 
Stephanie ordered, tapping her riding crop against her palm. 

This was a very hard thing for Harvey to do considering the position he was 
in. 

He could use nothing but his pained knees and his head to move himself. 

The pain showed in his eyes as he slowly and clumsily moved his body so that 
his ass was facing the cheering crowd. 

The crowd could see clearly how the diaper was pulled up so tight into the 
crack of Harvey's ass. 

Both of his ass cheeks were exposed, it was pulled up so far. 

Harvey could tell he was going to be whipped and the thought of the pain 
that was going to cause him made his thick cock pulsate against his thigh 
where it was pinned by the white cloth. 

Stephanie decided at that point that she would rather whip a bare ass. 

She wanted to be able to see his cock free when it throbbed at the agony. 

She quickly removed the safety pins in the diaper and pulled the thing off. 

His cock sprang out straight under him and began to slap him in the belly as 
it pulsated violently. 

The crowd could now see her bare ass. They could see his balls dangling from 
beneath his cock. 

His ass cheeks were very large and milky white. There was thick hair in the 
crack. 

"You are not only a little baby," Stephanie cried out. "You are a bad baby, 
and you need a spanking. Bad little babies always get spankings, don't they, 
you little shit-eating dog fucker!" 

She took the very tip of the riding crop and pressed it against his dangling 
balls so that it sunk into the sack. 

Harvey could not make any noise but the crowd could tell by the way he 
tensed up his muscles the kind of pain he was in. 

Stephanie then ran the tip of her riding crop up and down the hairy crack of 
Harvey's big ass. 

"Take this you bad little baby!" Stephanie screamed at that point. THWACK! 

She brought the riding crop down as hard as she could across Harvey's large 
buttocks. 

His whole body jerked and only the ball in his mouth kept him from screaming 
out in pain. 

"How about another one, you slippery scum of the earth!" THWACK! 

Stephanie beat the man across the ass until both of his buttocks were 
striped in red. 

His ass cheeks looked like great quantities of raw meat. 

He had angry red welts all over his ass. Harvey could tell he wouldn't be 
able to sit down without a pillow for a couple of days. 

The flesh in his ass burned like it had spent days in a tropical sun. 

But the heat from that burn went straight to his balls. 

And the ache of desire in his loins only increased with the pain. 

Stephanie took a look at his erect penis and she smiled to herself. 

She could tell that Harvey had enjoyed the vicious spanking. 

She wondered if he could possibly enjoy being whipped as much as she enjoyed 
whipping him. 

Her cunt was all soupy from the thrill of turning a big man into a sniveling 
baby. 

Her cunt juices were flowing out of control at that point. 

The excitement of performing in front of a crowd added to Stephanie's 
lustful feelings. 

She knew she would get all of the pleasure she needed before the party was 
over. 

Her pussy cream ran over the insides of her thighs, and those in the crowd 
who were crammed in very close to the stage could see how the outer lips of 
her quim were swollen and slippery wet. 

Harvey could already feel the stinging in his ass slowly turning into a warm 
numbness and he yearned for more pain. 

Stephanie too was impatient. She quickly got on with the next phase of the 
torture. 

"You are a bad little baby, and you have gotten your spanking. You are also 
a dirty little baby and you need to be cleansed of all of your filth. You 
need to be purged of all of your sins. I want to see you spill your ugly 
shit all over the stage. I want your body to be completely purified of all 
that scum that lives inside that big body of yours," Stephanie said. 

The enema freaks in the crowd went nuts and began to cheer wildly. 

They had seen Stephanie administering enemas before and they knew it was 
nothing short of spectacular. 

"An enema bag has been fully prepared by one of my assistants. She will now 
bring the enema out and help me administer it to this shitty man. I hope 
some of you in the front will not mind if he gets a little shit on you. He 
is a big man and he has powerful muscles. I plan on filling him to the very 
brim with enema water before I allow him to release it. There is no telling 
how far he will shoot his shitty enema water when he finally lets loose. We 
may set some kind of record here. I would appreciate it if someone would 
take a measurement of the distance Harvey shoots his shit, maybe we can get 
our pictures in Watersports News. One never knows does one?" At that point, 
little Candy Cummings wearing a nurse's outfit came on stage wearing a 
nurses cap and a little nurse skirt. 

She wore nothing on top so that both of her budding breasts were exposed. 

The pedophiliacs in the crowd went crazy with applause when they saw those 
naked young breasts. 

Candy looked very cute as she walked up to Stephanie carrying the full enema 
bag. 

Candy found an excuse to bend over at the waist with her back to the crowd. 

Her skirt was very short and when she bent over the whole crowd could see 
that she was not wearing any underwear. 

They all got a quick teasing flash of Candy's seventeen year old ass and 
they cheered happily at the glimpse. 

Ever since Stephanie had bitten Candy's clit so viciously, the young blonde 
girl had been careful to obey all of her mistress' rules. 

She had been a very good little girl and she was in good favor with 
Stephanie once again. 

Candy did not get off on exposing herself to a group of cheering people the 
way Stephanie did. 

She only did it because her mistress ordered her to do so. 

She was a pretty good actress so she managed to appear as if she was 
enjoying the whole games they were playing. 

When she heard the roar that came when she flashed her moon at the crowd, 
she blushed and turned around quickly, cutely tugging down the back of her 
skirt. 

The enema bottle was not just another enema bottle. 

It had been custom made for Stephanie by a master of water sports in Europe. 

Stephanie had had to spend a lot of money on the bag. 

She had sent her specifications and a check to the man. 

It was a big black rubber bag, but the thing that was special about it was 
the nozzle that was inserted into the asshole. 

The nozzle was made of hand carved ivory, and was the work of a real artist. 

The nozzle was carved to look just like a snake's head. 

It had been painted carefully to closely resemble the real thing. 

Candy held the big black bottle in the air, pinching the tube so that none 
of the water ran out. 

"You know the rules, of course, my sniveling slave! You may not release any 
of the water until I give you the word. I don't care how full you feel or 
how intense the urge is to shit the water back out. There will be horrible 
cramps, and you will feel like your bowels are going to burst from the 
pressure. But I don't care how great the pain gets, I want you to hold all 
of that water inside you. You are a big man, with a baby's mind. Your 
muscles are developed but your mind and will are not. I think you will be 
strong enough to take what I have in store for you." 

Stephanie stopped speaking to Harvey for a moment and turned to the 
audience. 

"I know there are a lot of enema buffs out there among you, so I think I 
should explain to you all ahead of time that I have never administered an 
enema this big before. When I talked about world records before I wanted 
just pulling your third leg. I want you all to watch very carefully." 

Stephanie took the little snake head in her hand as Candy continued to pinch 
the tube. 

The Leather Nun pulled the cheeks of Harvey's ass far apart so the audience 
could see his little puckered asshole. 

She slowly inserted the snake's head into that hole as deep as she could get 
it in. 

She gestured to Candy to begin the flow of water into Harvey. 

Harvey's muscles tightened to second the water started to fill him. 

Harvey knew the rules of the game very well and he had gotten enemas from 
Stephanie before. 

But he had never gotten one this big before and he wasn't confident he could 
take it all without having an accident. 

He did not have the self-respect to believe he could hold a world record in 
anything, and that included receiving enemas. 

The second the water started to flow into Harvey's bowels he felt like 
shitting it right back out. 

But he knew that would be a very big mistake. His punishment was going to be 
severe enough as it was. 

There was no telling what Stephanie would do if he blatantly disobeyed her. 

To disobey her in front of a viewing audience could very well have been the 
kiss of death for the big man. 

Candy was instructed to squeeze the enema bag so the water flowed in more 
rapidly.. 

Harvey's eyes shut tightly. He had to concentrate his entire energy on 
holding those all important muscles in his ass closed. 

When the enema bag was half empty Harvey already felt like he was completely 
filled. 

He felt as if his bowels were going to burst at any moment. 

The pain was incredible and his insides were starting to cramp. 

He was beginning to lose control of the muscles he needed so badly. 

His face contorted with pain and he bit down hard on the big ball in his 
mouth. 

He wondered if he would die for the cause of humiliation. 

Finally the bag was empty. Harvey had an urge to relax but he fought it out 
of his mind. 

The small amount of will he had left in him was all concentrated in his ass 
muscles. 

He had to keep his asshole shut at all costs. 

Just because the bag was empty did not mean he could release the water. 

There was no telling hew long he would have to wait before Stephanie would 
give him the word to release. 

Harvey told himself to grit his teeth and hang in there. 

Stephanie put her hands on her hips and looked at her victim. 

The tension in the crowd grew until you could hear a pin drop. 

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath waiting for the word from 
Stephanie. 

Candy picked up a plastic mat and laid it out on the stage behind Harvey. 

There would be no bucket to catch the shit. Stephanie liked it best when it 
went all over the place and everyone could smell it. 

It humiliated the victim all the more to have a lot of people complaining 
about how much his shit stinks. 

The mat was in place and Stephanie was anxious to see how far Harvey could 
shoot the enema water. 

"RELEASE!" she shouted. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

A great geyser of brown water spewed from Harvey's asshole as he clamped 
down on all of the muscles in his ass at the same time. 

He wanted to put on an impressive show so he really let it all hang out and 
tried to shoot the matter as far as he could. 

The shitty water splashed up over his buttocks and the first row of people 
in the audience were showered. 

What a scene! 

There was mayhem. Everyone went nuts. The last bit of water dribbled out of 
Harvey's ass and rolled thickly down his leg. 

One of Stephanie's servants had gone and got a tape-measure during the 
course of the enema and jumped up on the stage to measure how far the stuff 
had flown through the air. 

From Harvey's asshole to the furthest point off the stage where the enema 
water landed measured twenty-two feet. 

When the measurement was announced there was a big round of enthusiastic 
applause. 

Harvey felt a twinge of pride run through his exhausted body when he heard 
the announcement. 

But the pride quickly left him when he realized the punishment was not over. 

There was more painful events yet to occur to him. 

Sergio came out on stage and wrapped up the shit covered plastic mat and 
mopped up the stage. 

Candy took a sponge and wiped off Harvey's ass where his enema water had 
splashed up onto his buttocks. 

It was the moment Stephanie had been waiting for all evening. 

She instructed Harvey to turn himself so that he was sideways to the crowd 
again. 

He moved even more painfully than before and finally got himself into 
position. 

Harvey had never felt so tired and vacant in all of his life. 

He felt as if he had just gotten over a week long battle with the flu. 

Still, his asshole hummed from the great quantities of warm water that had 
passed through it. 

And his long cock was as hard and thick and long as ever. 

He was still sexually excited. The humiliation of the enema had made him 
hornier than ever. 

Stephanie went to the back of the stage and found her favorite dildo. 

It was nine inches long, very thick and as ebony as pitch. 

It was attached to a belt so she could strap it around her hips. 

When she appeared at the front of the stage wearing the hard rubber fake 
prick there was a tremendous roar from her adoring fans. 

When Stephanie wore the cock her whole way of moving changed. 

Instead of swinging her hips from side to side she moved her shoulders back 
and forth as she walked. 

She gained many masculine attributes as she strutted back and forth across 
the stage showing off the prick she wore. 

After making two full crosses of the stage Stephanie positioned herself 
behind Harvey and placed the head of the dildo between the cheeks of his 
ass. 

Harvey was at a peak of sensation as he waited impatiently to be cruelly 
violated in the butt. 

"You are really in for it now, you little baby. Now that you have been 
cleansed of all of the scum inside of you it is time for me to show you what 
a big asshole you are, or, uh, have." 

That got a big laugh out of a group in the corner who were drinking a lot of 
beer and belching loud during quiet moments just to hear the response. 

Stephanie began to press forward with her hips, forcing the ring of muscle 
around Harvey's asshole to open. 

She was using no lubrication whatsoever. She was going into him as dry as a 
bone. 

Even though he had been taken in that manner before, this still caused him a 
great deal of pain. 

Especially because Stephanie was using a very large dildo. Harvey was not 
used to being reamed with anything quite that large. 

The dildo was positioned on the front of Stephanie so she could diddle her 
clit with her finger as she fucked Harvey. 

She pushed until she got the black dildo all the way into Harvey's rectum. 

His eyes were closed tightly again and his face was very red. 

His whole body was covered with a slick layer of sweat. 

From the side view the audience could see the thick black rod sliding in and 
out of Harvey's anus. 

As the big man's muscles began to relax, the pain became less fierce and the 
dildo slid in and out of him with greater ease. 

Stephanie worked her finger over her own clit as she fucked and she knew 
that it wouldn't take her very long to pull herself off. 

She reached under Harvey's body with her other hand and found his throbbing 
penis. 

She began to tug at it viciously as if she were trying to pull it off. 

But this was just the kind of stimulation Harvey needed at that point. 

It didn't take very long at all before Harvey's cock began to quiver and 
Stephanie got hot sticky semen all over her hand. 

Just then she worked on her clitoris very hard and she burst into her own 
orgasm thrusting the dildo into Harvey as hard as she could as she came. 

She pulled the dildo out of Harvey's ass and strutted once again across the 
stage. 

She undid the belt, removed the dildo from her torso, and threw it 
backstage. 

"I've always noticed that whenever I have a big orgasm while I am cornholing 
a man, I have to take a wicked piss. But where is there around here to 
piss?" 

The crowd all shouted seemingly in unison. 

"Piss in his mouth!" 

Stephanie acted as if a great idea had just occurred to her. 

She put one of her black spiked high heels up against Harvey's ribs and 
kicked him hard so that he rolled over on his back. 

His arms were pinned behind his back and his feet were held together up the 
air. 

"You are nothing but a human toilet and I am going to use you as a toilet 
right now," Stephanie said as she straddled Harvey's face and began to lower 
her hips. 

Harvey looked up at the parted lips of Stephanie's pussy and he knew what 
was going to happen next. 

He knew that at any second a strong stream of yellow piss was going to come 
out of that crotch and go right into his mouth. 

Stephanie realized she had to take the ball gag off. which she did quickly. 
Harvey kept his mouth open without being told to do so. 

He would have had trouble closing his mouth at that point anyway. 

It had been forced open by the ball gag for so long that his jaw was very 
stiff. 

Stephanie began to tinkle and at first she missed Harvey's face. 

The hot steaming piss splashed onto Harvey's nose, then his chin. 

But Stephanie quickly readjusted her pussy's aim and found his mouth. 

Harvey drank down the piss as if it was a fine imported wine. 

Stephanie got down steadily lower so that by the time the last few drops 
were coming out of her cunt, Harvey could reach up with his tongue and catch 
them like snowflakes. 

Stephanie got down even lower so that Harvey could continue to lick her 
cunt. 

He thrust his tongue in and out of her fuck hole. 

Harvey couldn't believe his good fortune. He couldn't believe such a 
beautiful woman was allowing him to eat her cunt. 

"Eat me, you slime!" Stephanie shouted. "Eat my. wet pussy until I come, you 
little baby!" 

Harvey's tongue explored Stephanie's cunt curiously. 

He knew this may be one of the few opportunities he would ever have to lick 
the cunt of a woman that wonderful. 

He was relishing every texture, every flavor, inside her quim. 

He moved his tongue up to Stephanie's clit and lapped at it happily. 

He had totally forgotten about the pain in his arms from lying on his 
handcuffs. 

He did not think about how his asshole and bowels felt ravaged from the 
enema and the dildo. 

Stephanie was crouched over Harvey's face so that she was facing the 
audience which watched intently. 

They could see the many changes in her face as her pleasure grew. 

They could see her sweet face begin to show the first signs of ecstasy. 

Her clitoris was hard and erect and it hummed and buzzed with lust. 

She felt as if there were a thousand bumble bees all inside her cunt at the 
same time. 

The crowd was spellbound as they saw Stephanie start to move her head 
backward so that she was looking straight up. 

She arched her back so far it looked like it was going to snap. 

She moved with the slow grace of a ballet dancer contortionist. 

Finally Stephanie let out a loud scream and her whole body shuddered. 

She lowered herself even further so that her snatch was pressed tightly 
against Harvey's ecstatic face. 

Sure he was having trouble breathing but he didn't care. 

He loved to eat this woman out and he loved the way her cunt juices flowed 
down over her face as he gave her an orgasm. 

Stephanie stood up from her crouching position without using her hands to 
help herself. 

Her body was in great shape. She used isometrics and yoga to make sure all 
of the parts of her body were supple and in fine tone. 

"Let's have a big hand for the slave!" Stephanie shouted. 

The crowd all cheered. 

Then the dark haired woman undid the handcuffs and the ankle cuff and 
allowed Harvey to stand up. 

He worked his fingers and his toes stiffly, trying to get the blood to run 
back into them. 

Stephanie never felt evil when she was putting a sexual submissive through 
such abuse. 

She was always giving her victims exactly what they wanted and she knew it. 

Ever since she was sixteen and had first learned the art of being a 
dominatrix she had always thought she was performing a service by being so 
cruel. Without the cruelty to drive them, the submissive is lost. 

Stephanie quickly went to the back of the stage and got a collar and leash, 
just like one somebody would use to walk their dog. 

Only the collar part was designed to wrap tightly around a man's cock and 
balls. 

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me like a dog!" Stephanie ordered 
Harvey. 

Harvey began to crawl towards her wearing the expression of an adoring pet 
seeing his master for the first time in ages. 

"Stick your tongue out and pant like a dog!" Stephanie ordered. 

Harvey let his long tongue hang loose out of his mouth like a puppy who is 
badly overheated. 

"You are just a dog Harvey and I am going to walk you like a dog. But first 
I have to put the collar and leash on you. Roll over on your back!" 

Harvey rolled over on his back with his hands and feet up in the air. He 
looked like he was begging to have his belly scratched. 

Stephanie fastened the collar tightly around Harvey's cock and balls so that 
it caused him great pain. The leather straps dug deeply into the sack that 
held his balls. There was one testicle on either side of the strap. 

Harvey winced and there were tears in his eyes from the pain as he looked up 
at the beautiful mistress. 

He loved her so much. He would do anything for her. 

The fact that she was paying so much attention to him made him the happiest 
guy in the world. 

Almost the second Stephanie got the collar around his cock and balls 
Harvey's prick started to get hard as a rock again. 

In the back of the ballroom, watching quietly, was the distinguished man in 
a three piece suit named MacIntyre Symms. 

He was sipping champagne slowly from a crystal glass. 

He looked the picture of a successful businessman. 

His cool reserved demeanor seemed out of place in the wild group. 

Just at that point Stephanie's dark eyes saw the man and her heart leaped. 

As she strutted about the stage walking the groveling man around the stage 
like her pet dog she managed to maintain her persona as The Leather Nun but 
her mind was on the man in the back. 

She wondered how the hell he had gotten into the party. 

Was he still on the invitation list after all these years? 

Did he bribe one of the servants? He always did have a way of getting what 
he wanted. 

Stephanie Anne Simpson had lost her virginity to MacIntyre Symms five years 
before and she still had a strange feeling of affection whenever she saw 
him. 

There was a peculiar combination of lust and nervousness she felt at that 
point. 

Stephanie was not at all used to feeling nervous in any way. 

Her act was to always be in complete control of the situation. 

MacIntyre Symms almost made her feel flustered, arriving that way as a 
surprise to her. 

She knew she would be able to regain her composure once she actually spoke 
to the man, but she felt like an excited teenager again. 

She felt her heart pounding harder than it should and she wondered if there 
were some emotions left in her heart of stone. 

Was it possible that she had been holding her affections back for fear they 
made her vulnerable? 

She couldn't be sure but she knew she had to talk to MacIntyre as quickly as 
possible and find out what was up. 

She walked Harvey around the stage a couple of times, and made him go 
through a series of doggie tricks. She made him sit up, roll over, play 
dead, lick her leg, and the crowd loved it all. 

Then Stephanie kicked Harvey harshly in the ass with her high heeled shoe 
and proclaimed there would be a short intermission. 

The crowd hummed and wondered what was up as Stephanie quickly took the 
collar off of Harvey's balls and ran through the adoring crowd to MacIntyre 
Symms, whose eyes were riveted to her. 

His expression did not change as he realized he had been spotted. 

He did not move as he saw Stephanie approach him, a big happy smile on her 
lovely face. 

He just stood still, took a sip of his champagne, and waited for Stephanie 
to cross the entire ballroom until she was standing right in front of him, a 
thousand questions in her dark eyes. 

"Hi, there," Stephanie said, sounding like a giggly teenager once again. 

Her eyes danced as she looked at the handsome man, trying to believe that it 
was really him. 

"Hello, I was wondering how long it would take you before you realized I was 
here. I figured you had a lot of things on your mind, playing hostess and 
all," MacIntyre said, his voice deep and even like that of an FM disc 
jockey. 

"But what are you doing on the East Coast. 

How did you know I was having a party, I mean I haven't heard from you in a 
long time, I mean, oh, I don't know what the hell I mean," Stephanie said 
and leaped into the man arms. 

MacIntyre put his arms around her thin waist, feeling the black leather on 
his fingertips. 

It had been a long time since he had held Stephanie in his arms that way. 

He had almost forgotten how petite she was. She had come such a long way 
since he had met her five years earlier. 

He wondered if he had truly been responsible for turning her into the 
successful dominatrix she had turned out to be. 

Was she predisposed to become a sexual dominant or had he changed the course 
of her life forever. 

MacIntyre Symms was in his mid-thirties and had just turned thirty when he 
met Stephanie five years before. 

He was still single, but he was a good deal richer than then. 

Many of his business investments had paid off like gold and he was rolling 
in dough these days. 

Not that he had ever been poor. He was just a lot richer now. 

"I bought a penthouse in Manhattan overlooking Central Park, so I've been 
spending a lot of time in New York. I figured it was about time I paid you a 
visit," MacIntyre Symms said, his deep penetrating eyes looking up and down 
Stephanie's perfect body. 

"But how did you get in? I mean, I'm supposed to have tight security here. 
It's not that I wouldn't have invited you if I'd known it's just-. Oh damn! 
It's so good to see you again," Stephanie said. She couldn't form her 
sentences properly, she was so excited and she hoped for a moment that her 
other guests would not see her turn so quickly into a babbling fool. 

"I just walked in. I heard there was a party going on so I let myself in," 
MacIntyre said. 

Stephanie was squeezing him tightly now, pressing her big breasts flat 
against the vest of his suit. 

"You mean there was no one watching the front door?" 

"No. Not at all. Oh oh. Somebody is screwed," MacIntyre said, the corner of 
his mouth turning up into a smile for the first time. 

"You're damn right somebody is going to get screwed. Somebody is going to 
get screwed royal.' "Calm down," MacIntyre said patting his hand gently in 
the center of Stephanie's back. "Sometimes these things are blessings in 
disguise. Now that I can see you and I realize that it wasn't all a dream, 
well, I realize you are just as lovely as I remembered you, and that makes 
everything all worthwhile." 

"Yes," Stephanie said, looking up at the man. "Are you going to be able to 
stick around for a while?" 

"It just so happens that I am free for the rest of the weekend." 

Stephanie felt like jumping up and down for joy like a cheerleader. 

But she kept her cool, because she knew many eyes were still upon her. 

"That is just splendid. I'll have one of my servants prepare quarters for 
you upstairs and you can be my guest." 

"I hope you won't put my quarters very far from yours. I was sort of hoping 
we could pretend, at least for the weekend, that it was the old days," 
MacIntyre said and Stephanie saw his eyes shining and she remembered all 
that had happened between them. 

She remembered how influential MacIntyre Symms had been on her life. 

She thought of what a wimp she would be if she never had met him. 

Her heart was still pounding like crazy and for a moment she wished that she 
didn't have to be hostess for the huge party so she could take the man 
upstairs with her right there and then. 

"MacIntyre, dear," Stephanie said tilting her head to one side. "Your 
quarters and my quarters are going to be one and the same." 

MacIntyre couldn't help but laugh at the cute way Stephanie had said that. 

She got up on her toes and MacIntyre bent over a bit. 

They kissed for the first time in years and immediately felt the same old 
spark of passion they both remembered so fondly. 

Stephanie thought of all the changes she had been through since she met 
MacIntyre as a virgin in 1975. 

She remembered how she thought about life during that phase of her years. 

She thought of what her goals were, and she realized she never had a real 
goal until she met MacIntyre Symms. 

He had given her life direction and she would be eternally grateful to him 
for that. 

What was once all a blur had been put sharply in focus by the man. 

She knew she had to get back to her other guests but she did not want to 
leave his side. 

She wanted to play all the old games he had taught her. She wanted to be a 
novice dominatrix again, learning how to cause pain and humiliation for the 
first time. 

She thought of the poetry of William Blake and how painful it can be to go 
from an innocent to an experienced person. 

She knew innocence and virginity were alike in that once they were gone they 
were never to return. 

MacIntyre and Stephanie rolled their tongues over one another as they kissed 
for a long time in the back of the ballroom. 

There were many raised eyebrows in the crowd. It was a tight clique of 
people who attended these parties and everybody knew everybody, intimately. 

But no one knew the distinguished businessman, whose very presence had made 
their leader run off the stage and throw herself in his arms. 

They felt jealous and envious of the man. Both the men and the women in the 
crowd wished it could be them kissing the lovely Stephanie. 

And Stephanie couldn't help but let her mind slip into the past to those 
days near the Pacific, when everything seemed brand new. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was the summer of 1975 and the world was entrenched in a decade that was 
very boring. 

Everyone was talking about gas rationing and the newspapers strained to find 
stories worthy of their front pages. 

In Malibu, where Stephanie was staying with her mommy and daddy near the 
ocean, the weather always seemed to be perfect. 

It was always hot, there was never a cloud in the sky, and the beach was the 
place to go. 

Stephanie, of course, didn't have to get a job in the summertime. She would 
probably never have to get a job as long as she lived. 

Sometimes the thought of a life of luxury appealed to the pretty teenager, 
but other times she felt as if she was facing a lifetime of boredom. 

Everything she could ever possibly want would be handed to her on a silver 
platter and she would never have to get off her butt if she didn't want to. 

Young Stephanie yearned for a challenge. She needed something to occupy her 
mind and her body. 

Summertime was the worst. She only had to manage to get to the beach, and 
then she had to get home. 

Other than that there was nothing to do. Stephanie had dark skin anyway, but 
after a few weeks in the sun, her skin became so dark brown that she was 
even more stunning to look at. 

In those days she wore a skimpy white bikini that emphasized the darkness of 
her skin. 

Stephanie had never had sex with a boy before. She was a virgin. 

The fact was, the girl had not given the matter a lot of thought. 

She lived in a private world inside herself. She had a few close friends, 
but she did not consider herself a social person. 

A lot of the horny guys on the beach figured Stephanie was just another rich 
bitch, who was stuck up with her nose in the air. 

Stephanie was vaguely aware of her reputation, but she knew it was just her 
shyness that kept her from being outgoing. 

She had not yet learned to be a snob. At least not consciously so. 

She figured everyone was rich like her and the ugliness of poverty had never 
been exposed to her. 

Sure, she had seen poor people on television, but that was just television, 
and she never really believed it was real. 

The world, she was sure, was defined most closely by Beach Boys songs. 

Stephanie kept pretty much to herself as she lay on her big blanket on the 
beach, working hard on her tan. 

Next to her ear was always a big FM radio, blasting out rock and roll music. 

Sometimes, guys would build up their courage and ask if they could smear sun 
tan lotion on her back for her. 

Stephanie would say yes, but she would call things to a halt the second the 
suntan lotion was on. 

Stephanie's mother had told her that boys only had one thing on their minds 
and that she should avoid them at all costs. 

Stephanie thought of boys as evil creatures who wanted to hurt her in some 
way. 

She figured they had no real respect for her and that they were just 
animals. 

They wanted to pop her little cherry and leave her strewn on the beach. 

So the young beautiful girl was always very careful. 

She made it a point to never get caught with her guard down. 

All of this was very good in theory to Stephanie, but these rules her mother 
had given her did not take into account the ache Stephanie felt in her loins 
when she looked at the boys and even some of the older men on the beach 
wearing their tight bathing suits. 

She could see the size of many of their cocks and they made her cunt get all 
juicy. 

Sometimes she would have to go for a swim just to cool herself off a little 
bit. 

Her throbbing pussy would get to aching so badly she would have to submerge 
herself in the cool salt water just to keep from going crazy. 

And the problem was getting more and more severe. As she grew older the 
involuntary responses her body was giving to the male torso were getting 
harder to deal with. 

Stephanie wanted to be a good girl very badly but she could tell, somewhere 
in her deepest self, that her days as a virgin were numbered. 

She knew that the first guy who showed up looking like he had class would be 
too much for her guard to take. 

Already she had allowed a few boys to kiss her and touch her breasts, but 
she had managed in all cases, in a state of panic, to throw them off before 
her passion could become more intense. 

Stephanie was learning how to surf along with her friend Molly. Molly was a 
plain girl who very seldom got looked at by boys and was the perfect partner 
for the shy Stephanie. 

Molly was flat chested and had very skinny hips, and light brown hair that 
became blonder as the summer went by. 

Stephanie was not about to allow a man to teach her how to surf. 

She was sure she would be able to teach herself without anyone's help. 

She was in good physical condition, she had a good sense of balance, and she 
was sure there would be no problem. 

After all, she had seen all of the Gidget movies, and she watched the other 
surfers on the beach and it looked really easy. 

But Stephanie and Molly were not having the success they originally had 
anticipated. 

Once they got out there and actually tried to stay on their boards as they 
skimmed along the water in front of a wave, they knew how tough it really 
was. 

After a couple of weeks of struggling Stephanie got to the point where she 
could stay on her board for a little while if the wave was small, but she 
knew she looked clumsy and awkward as she did so. 

Stephanie had figured she would be looking like the queen of the waves by 
that point and a bit of frustration was setting in. 

Stephanie was prone to being frustrated by entities that money could not 
buy. 

She knew there were many spiritual things in the world that could be very 
gratifying, but she was afraid of them because she was so used to getting 
things more or less for free. 

With a spiritual sense, or an athletic skill, Stephanie had to pay with her 
soul and her body, and that was just something that intimidated her. 

She realized there was a part of her that was missing. 

When people grow up striving for things they can't have, they develope a 
toughness and an ability to cope. 

Stephanie was painfully without defense mechanisms. If she couldn't have 
something right away, she felt hurt and often gave up. 

In fact, on that velvet afternoon when she met MacIntyre Symms, she was 
about to give up her quest to be a surfer. 

Stephanie and Molly were laying next to each other with their surfboards 
stuck upright in the sand next to their blanket. 

The radio was playing "Surfin' U.S.A." by the Beach Boys and Stephanie felt 
like she was going to cry. 

She looked out at the blue ocean and she saw a big wave approaching the 
shore. 

And on top of that big wave was a handsome man hanging ten and looking very 
cool. 

"Oh Molly," Stephanie sighed. "When will I ever be able to surf like him. 
Just look at him! He makes it look so easy." 

"Why don't you ask him for lessons. All of the guys around here seem more 
than willing to help you but you always shut their gas off," Molly said, 
rolling over on her back so her tan would be even on all sides. 

"Why don't you ask him? I don't see you going up to any guys either," 
Stephanie said, lighting a cigarette, inhaling, and blowing a thick cloud of 
smoke toward the ocean. 

"Steffie! Be realistic! You know the guys like you a lot better than they 
like me. You are the one that should be having a good time with them. It's 
natural. Young males and females are supposed to talk to one another. Don't 
you get hot for them even a little bit?" 

"Of course I do, silly. It's just that I get very nervous. I guess I'm just 
spoiled. I don't know how to go out and get something. Everything has always 
been given to me." 

"I sort of suspect you don't have to go out and get anything. They will come 
to you. You just have to learn to be nice and quit acting like a rich 
bitch." 

"That's not a very nice thing to say Molly!" Stephanie said sharply. 

"Well, it's true. I don't see how you ever plan to learn to surf and be 
happy and have boyfriends if you continue to treat the guys like a snobby 
prick-tease." 

"Molly! I'm shocked! I can't believe you are talking this way to me." 

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Stef. It needed to be said." 

"I guess you're right. I'm going to have to learn to be nice to the fellas 
if I ever expect them to be nice to me." 

"Exactly. You don't have to be sugar sweet or anything. Just be civil! My 
God, they arc all panting for you. You could have them kneeling at your feet 
if you wanted. You just have to make them feel like men." 

"How do you know so much about it? Have you ever been with a man, you know, 
have sex and stuff?" 

"Oh no, but then again I'm not exactly the hot number you are." 

Stephanie looked at her friend closely and then down at herself and she 
realized that this was true. 

Stephanie decided she was going to ask the handsome man who surfed so well 
to teach her how. 

It was a big moment for the teenager and she was very, very nervous. 

Her heart was pounding. Not only was the man handsome, but he surfed well. 

She hoped as she approached him on the beach that he was as charming as he 
looked like he would be. 

MacIntyre was soaking wet from his surf and was lying on his back in the 
sand with his arm around his board catching his breath. 

He looked up and he saw the petite dark haired girl looking down at him with 
a tentative smile on her face. 

He immediately thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever 
seen. 

MacIntyre had been plagued from birth by a very special sexual problem. 

He needed pain before he could become sexually aroused and this greatly 
inhibited him when it came to girls. 

He was already thirty years old and his sex life had been one frustration 
after another. 

He would get to the point where he would have to ask girls to hurt him so he 
could get an erection, and they would think he was weird and leave. 

After a while he tried to force pussy out of his mind. 

He figured he would never find a girl who was willing to go through what was 
needed to sexually satisfy him. 

But when he saw Stephanie, he could feel his heart pick up the pace of its 
beat, and he knew he was going to have to try once again. 

He smiled charmingly and squinted up into the sun so he could see her fine 
body more clearly. 

"Hi there, sweetie," he said with a smile. "What can I do for you?" 

"I've been trying to learn how to surf and I'm not having a whole lot of 
luck. I was wondering if you might be able to give me a few pointers." 

MacIntyre Symms quickly stood up. He was a foot taller than the girl and he 
looked down at her as he spoke. 

"Sure, no sweat. Why don't we go out together on my board and I'll show you 
how to keep your balance as you turn the board. 

The reason most beginners have problems is that they insist on heading 
straight for shore instead of going with the wave." 

Stephanie heard most of what he said but her attention was focused on his 
skimpy blue bathing suit. 

The material of the suit was very thin and did nothing to hide the size of 
the man's cock and balls. His prick hung down low in front of him and his 
balls looked like a grapefruit which stretched his suit tight. 

Stephanie could immediately feel the juice's start to flow in her pussy and 
she blushed as she realized she had been staring at his crotch. 

They went out together on his board and caught a wave. He stood very close 
behind her as they rode on the surfboard toward the shore. 

He had his hands on her waist and his hips were pressed tightly against her 
ass. 

She could feel his cock become firmer as they rode masterfully together and 
fell laughing into the water near the shore. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon together and Stephanie immediately 
showed signs of improvement. 

Molly saw what was happening, packed up her stuff and went home feeling 
abandoned. 

The beaches emptied as the sun got low over the ocean and MacIntyre and 
Stephanie were hitting it off marvelously. 

The man had not turned into an octopus like Stephanie had figured he would 
and he had not even tried to kiss her. 

He treated her like a real lady and Stephanie had never felt so hot for 
anyone in her whole life. 

She knew her folks would not worry if she didn't make it home for dinner. 

During the summer it was common for Stephanie to stay out after dark and 
hang out with Molly somewhere. 

Stephanie's parents would never suspect she was with a man. 

It was dusk and MacIntyre and Stephanie were very tired in a nice sort of 
way from a full day of sun and surfing. 

They lay together on MacIntyre's blanket and told each other the stories of 
their life. 

MacIntyre told Stephanie all about how he was into real estate, how his 
father had left him the business, and how he was going to really make a name 
for himself someday. 

Stephanie told MacIntyre that she was a naive teenager whose daddy was very 
rich. She told him how much she wanted to learn about the things in life 
that money couldn't buy, but that she was scared. 

"Would you like to kiss me, MacIntyre?" Stephanie asked him as the sky got 
darker and the beach slowly became theirs alone. 

It had taken all of her courage to ask him that question and she hadn't 
anticipated he would pause so long before giving her his answer. 

He looked away from her for a long time and stared out at the ocean. 

He didn't want to wait for a crucial moment to tell her his secret. 

He decided he would get the most painful confession out of the way. 

He would let her know about his pain factor before things went any further. 

It was the only was he could avoid getting hurt. He took a deep breath. 

"Stephanie, dear, I think you are about the sweetest girl I have ever met in 
my life and I would love to make love to you right here on the blanket 
listening to the roar of the ocean and smelling the salt in the air." 

Stephanie purred and put her head on his chest, and looked up at him. No man 
had ever spoken to her that way before and it only firmed up her emerging 
belief that sex was good and natural. 

"There is only one problem, Stef," MacIntyre said looking down at her a 
little sadly. "I have a sexual problem, and if you wanted to make it with me 
you would have to be very patient and do some things you might not want to 
do." 

Stephanie frowned, thought about that for a second, and then smiled at him. 

"I'll do whatever it takes, MacIntyre. I have been a virgin for a long time 
and you will have to be patient with me too. We can take care of each 
other.' "Maybe you had better wait until you hear everything I have to say 
before you commit yourself, sweetness. I'll be blunt. I have to experience 
physical pain before I can become sexually aroused. My heart lusts after you 
very badly, but my body won't respond, if you know what I mean, unless you 
hurt me." 

"Hurt you? Is that a common problem. I've never heard of anyone like that 
before, but then again, I told you, I don't know very much about stuff like 
this." 

"I don't know if it is common or not. I just know that it has been 
tormenting me for years and sometimes I think I will never be able to truly 
love. I wouldn't blame you if you got up and went home right now.' But 
Stephanie just snuggled up closer to him and kissed his bare chest. 

"I'll hurt you, MacIntyre. I'll hurt you as much as you want me to. If 
that's the only way you can feel pleasure, then who am I to deny that to 
you." 

MacIntyre couldn't believe his ears. He had found a perfect girl. 

"But I don't know how to go about it," Stephanie said. "You taught me how to 
surf better. You are a good teacher. I'm sure you can teach me how to be 
your lover too." 

They were completely alone on the dark beach and the only light was provided 
by a full moon. 

"Let's get naked," MacIntyre said, and quickly pulled off his swimming 
trunks. 

It was the first time Stephanie had ever seen a man's penis. It was not 
hard, but it was still very big. 

Stephanie wondered how a big thing like that could fit inside little old 
her. 

But she knew nature had a way of taking care of things like that. Her pussy 
was very wet and slippery and she knew that was part of the solution. 

Stephanie reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini. 

She took it off and MacIntyre got his first glimpse of those magic breasts 
in the moonlight. 

Stephanie slipped off her bikini bottoms and she was naked for the first 
time in front of a man. 

It felt good and natural and free and she had never been hornier in her 
life. 

She would do anything so MacIntyre could get an erection. Anything. 

"Stephanie, I want you to grab my nipple and twist it as hard as you can," 
MacIntyre said. "That will cause me a great deal of pain." 

The young girl was very nervous and she could see her hand shaking as she 
reached out to grab his nipple. 

She twisted it like she was taking the cap off a bottle of beer and 
MacIntyre howled in agony. 

At first Stephanie felt that she should stop her twisting. 

She heard his scream and figured that this was not what she had in mind at 
all. 

But then she looked down at MacIntyre's crotch and she changed her tune. 

His penis was starting to move and pulsate between his thighs. 

The blood was quickly flowing into it and it was becoming erect. 

As it got bigger Stephanie had to gasp for air. She had no idea how large 
his hard on was going to get. 

She realized that the pain she was causing him was also giving him great 
pleasure. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Stephanie began to feel intoxicated by the moment. 

The roar of the sea and the smell of the night air made her lose control of 
herself. 

She looked down at MacIntyre's hard on and she knew that having sex with him 
was going to be very good. 

She didn't even mind causing him pain like she thought she would at first. 

In fact she loved doing it, because she knew she was making him feel like a 
real man for the first time in a long while. 

"Stephanie, I want you to order me around like I am your slave. I want you 
to be my master and order me to fuck you," MacIntyre said quite sincerely. 

At first Stephanie was amused by this request and she smiled a little in 
spite of herself. 

But she quickly realized that it was no joke, so she set about being 
MacIntyre's master. She was going to force him to be her first lover. 

Stephanie thought about how far she had come so quickly and for the first 
time she realized all of the time she had been wasting by putting off the 
other men and boys who had approached her. 

She realized the power she held within her, within her lovely body, and she 
was getting her first. taste of how she could use that power to her own 
advantage. 

"Okay, slave!" Stephanie said, trying to wipe the grin off her face. "I am 
going to lie on my back on the blanket with my legs open. I want you to lick 
my virgin pussy until I have an orgasm." 

"Would you like me to do it roughly or gently, Mistress Stephanie?" 

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak, slave, but since you ask, 
I would like you to do it very, very gently and slowly. This is the first 
time anyone has ever done this to me and I want the moment to last." 

Stephanie was catching onto her role as dominatrix very quickly. 

MacIntyre was pleased. He could tell she was a natural. 

He could tell she had spent a lifetime getting what she wanted. 

Being his sexual master was a natural outgrowth of that. 

Stephanie lay back and opened her legs far apart, raising her knees a 
little. 

She had never felt so nervous and excited in all of her life. 

She could feel the moisture in her cunt and she could tell how swollen the 
lips of her pussy were. 

She had masturbated in the past at night alone in her room. 

But the tension she felt before orgasm while playing with herself had been 
slight compared to the passion she felt at that moment. 

She had to keep in mind that she had to maintain complete control over the 
situation. 

She had figured out much of the psychology involved in her moonlit tryst, 
and she knew that she had to dominate MacIntyre fully or he would not be 
able to love her like she wanted him to. 

"Okay slave! Lick it!" she said with an angry frown on her face. 

The control she had was starting to go to her head, and she was being 
transformed into the cruel woman who would lead a pack of kinky friends 
through many orgies years later. 

MacIntyre got on his belly so that his head was between Stephanie's smooth 
dark thighs. 

The contrast between her tanned skin and her untanned skin where her bikini 
had been was obvious in the moonlight. 

He gently kissed Stephanie's thighs and the young girl gasped for air. 

She had never known how sensitive the flesh on the inside of her thighs 
could be. 

MacIntyre could clearly see the swollen parted lips of Stephanie's virgin 
cunt and he could smell the musky odor of her womanhood drifting into his 
nose from her soupy twat. 

He kissed his way up her thighs until his nose was buried in the black pubic 
hair above her snatch. 

He touched the tip of his tongue lightly to her vaginal lips. 

Stephanie's whole body shuddered as she felt that first intimate contact. 

She once again though about the years of sexuality she had wasted. 

She wanted the night to last forever and she could think of nothing but 
MacIntyre's hot breath of her hyper-sensitive cunt. 

MacIntyre began to run the tip of his tongue all around the outside of 
Stephanie's sweet pussy. 

All of the muscles in the little girl's body went taut and she parted her 
legs even further so his tongue would be able to reach the boiling honey pot 
between those lips. 

"You are doing very well, slave. Keep it up. You will be rewarded dearly if 
you do it well," Stephanie said, her voice a little shaky from the new and 
intense lust she was feeling. 

"I will do whatever I can to please you. I promise, oh master of my cock," 
MacIntyre said, taking his mouth away from her cunt for a moment to speak. 

"Shut up and lick it!" Stephanie said. She grabbed MacIntyre by the ear and 
pulled his face into her open crotch. 

He loved to be treated that way and he began to probe the inside of her 
pussy with his long hot wet tongue. 

Stephanie began to moan deeply as the sensations rippled up her spine and 
thrilled her boggled mind. 

So much had happened so quickly and she could no longer control her actions. 

She wanted to abuse this man so he could love her completely. 

She wanted him to worship her as if she was a goddess. 

She knew that they were perfect for each other. His capacity to be abused 
was equal to her capacity for being cruel. 

MacIntyre plunged his tongue deep into her cunt hole, pressing tightly 
against the thin membrane that protected her virginity. 

MacIntyre knew how to treat a dominant woman very nicely. 

He was good at giving women the pleasure they craved so deeply. 

Stephanie's mouth was wide open and her eyes were shut tightly. 

She could no longer give him orders like a master should. 

He would have to ad lib without her at least until she had an orgasm to 
relieve the intense sexual pressure. 

MacIntyre was doing exactly as he was told. He was increasing the pressure 
on her cunt slowly with his tongue so she would rise gradually to orgasm. 

He wanted to keep her at the very edge of climax for as long as possible. 

He knew the release would be more spectacular if he made her wait for it. 

He wanted her to love him badly because he knew she could give him the 
domination he craved. 

Finally, after Stephanie thought he would never do it, MacIntyre worked his 
tongue up onto her clitoris. 

Stephanie let out a scream of pleasure that filled the nighttime salty air. 

He worked his tongue slowly over that little bud, rolling it in all 
directions with a circular motion. 

Stephanie put her long fingernails deep into MacIntyre's hair and pressed 
his face tight against her cunt. 

He pressed hard on her clit with the tip of his taster and she came with a 
great explosion. 

"Oh my God! I'm coming! I'm coming! It's never been like this-ohhhh!" 
Stephanie screamed, not caring who would hear her. 

Her hips bucked upward and MacIntyre had to hold her thighs tightly to keep 
his tongue on the right place. 

Stephanie thrashed her head from side to side as great pulses of joy made 
her body convulse blissfully. 

When Stephanie's body stopped jerking she lay still and moaned. 

She put both of her hands over her cunt and pressed down, as if she didn't 
want the afterglow to leak out onto the blanket. 

MacIntyre looked at her adoringly, awaiting further instructions. 

He got up on his knees and remained quiet like a good slave. 

Stephanie knew very well what she wanted to do at that point. 

Slave or not, she thought he deserved the same amount of pleasure he had 
given her. 

She quickly regained her composure as she saw how helpless MacIntyre was 
without being dominated. 

"Okay slave," she said harshly. "I want you to lay back now. I am going to 
force you to let me blow you. I am going to suck your cock and I am going to 
drink your come." 

Stephanie had never talked dirty like that before and it pleased her to hear 
herself speak those words. 

Stephanie wanted to learn everything there was to know about sex right away. 

She didn't want to go through the same frustration over her own sexuality as 
she had with surfing. 

She wanted to be very good at it from the very start. She believed she was 
above having to go through a novice period. 

It had not occurred to her that having her cherry popped might be painful. 

Her body was not only telling her that sex was good, it was telling her that 
it was necessary. 

MacIntyre nodded solemnly to his new mistress and got on his back on the 
blanket. 

Stephanie decided he needed a little pain to keep him excited. 

She slapped him hard across the face three times as hard as she could. 

"Now I want you to remain perfectly still while I do this. You realize you 
will be punished for disobeying me!" 

MacIntyre merely nodded. He could feel his penis reacting to the harsh tone 
in her voice. 

Stephanie could still feel the glow in her cunt from MacIntyre's tongue as 
she got down between his legs and got her first close up look at his hard 
thick cock. 

She touched it very gently with her fingertips and thrilled as it leaped. 

She was still amazed at its size and she couldn't conceive of such a big rod 
making it all the way inside her. 

But she wanted to taste it. She wanted to suck on it. 

MacIntyre could tell that Stephanie had a future in being a sexual dominant. 

If this was really the first time she had done all of this he was amazed at 
how good she was. 

A young couple holding hands were strolling down by the water. 

They saw MacIntyre and Stephanie nude together up on the beach. 

They giggled a little, excused themselves and quickly moved on embarrassed. 

The stars were out and MacIntyre could see the big dipper as he looked 
upward. 

Stephanie lay flat on her stomach so that her breasts were pressed flat 
against the blanket. 

She put her hand under MacIntyre's balls and lifted them up so she could 
kiss them. 

She showered his balls with tiny peck kisses and held the stalk of his cock 
firmly in the palm of her hand. 

She did not care if anybody saw what they were doing. She didn't care if the 
whole world could see her making love. 

In fact, she wished Molly had been there so she could see how completely 
Stephanie had taken her advice. 

She gently kissed the very tip of MacIntyre's cock. She had told him to stay 
perfectly still and he was concentrating on not writhing about as his 
instincts told him to. 

She tried to figure out how far she would have to open her mouth to get his 
cock inside. 

She knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. Her lips would have to stretch 
to get his glans inside. 

She opened her mouth as far as it would go and put it over the head of 
MacIntyre's steaming tool. 

Luckily, she had gone to one of those hot, triple X-rated movie with Molly 
once so she had a pretty good idea of how to give a blow-job. 

The women in the movie had not just sucked on the head of the guy's cock, 
but has taken the whole thing inside, jamming it deep down into their 
throat. 

Stephanie thought doing that would make her gag but she decided to give it a 
try anyway. 

She had all of MacIntyre's purple head in her mouth and she was rolling her 
tongue over it. 

MacIntyre had his head back and he shut his eyes. It had been so long since 
a girl had not dismissed him as a freak and left him for a "normal" lover. 

It had been so long since he had found someone who was willing to dominate 
him completely. 

He could tell it wouldn't be very long before his come would be shooting 
into Stephanie's mouth. 

Stephanie took a deep breath and prepared to drive her head down on 
MacIntyre's prick. 

She concentrated on relaxing her throat so that she would not gag in the 
process. 

MacIntyre had not expected the little girl to deep throat him. 

When he felt his long thick cock go all the way into her mouth he let out a 
sharp cry of pleasure. 

Stephanie made a couple of gagging noises but she got it together after a 
few moments and could take his cock to the hilt without any discomfort. 

MacIntyre remained perfectly still as he had been told and he let the little 
girl do all of the work. 

He watched her black-haired head bobbing up and down and he could feel the 
instantly talented muscles in her throat toying with his bursting prick. 

He felt the come swirling in his balls and he knew orgasm was only a few 
precious seconds away. 

Then came the eruption! Great gobs of semen spurted forth and Stephanie 
drank it down, curious about how hot it would be, what it would taste like, 
and how much come she would have to swallow. 

She was pleased with the answer to all three questions. 

She found MacIntyre's come to be very pleasant on her tongue. 

It was hot and salty and she had no trouble sucking every drop out of him. 

MacIntyre moaned a desperate moan and he moved his hips slightly at the very 
moment of orgasm. 

Stephanie licked the last ball of come that had beaded up, off the little 
hole at the tip of his prick. 

Stephanie could tell the most important moment of all was about to happen. 

She knew that her days as a virgin had come to an end and she was about to 
have her bothersome cherry popped. 

"Okay, slave, you drooling scum! I want to see you get that cock hard again 
right away so you can fuck me!" 

"But Mistress Stephanie, I need a few moments to recharge. You just sucked 
me dry with your masterful throat." 

"I don't give a shit about that. I want you hard, and I want you hard now. 
Your master wants you to pop her cherry and you are in no position to turn 
me down." 

"I'm not saying I don't want to. I'm saying I can't." 

"Then you are telling me you refuse to get an erection; Is that it?" 

MacIntyre looked very sad and Stephanie thought she saw tears in his eyes. 

Yet the tone of her voice as she treated him like scum was having an effect 
and Stephanie thought she saw his flaccid cock twitch a little bit. 

Stephanie grabbed his twitching penis and gave it a yank like she thought 
she could pull the thing right off. 

MacIntyre howled with the agony that act caused him. Yet, his cock started 
to get hard. 

"You see, you impotent fool. I told you, you could, but you didn't listen to 
me!" 

"I'm sorry Mistress Stephanie. I can see I was wrong. I will get an erection 
and fuck you for the first time just as you requested." 

"That," Stephanie said giving one more yank on his now hard cock, "is 
better." "I can feel the desire growing inside of me again, oh master of my 
prick. I want to fuck you more than anything in the world now." 

"Good. Good. I will get on my back and you will mount me. I want you to fuck 
me very hard and very long and make me come many times." 

Stephanie's whole conception of sex was based on the one hardcore sex movie 
she had seen with Molly. She thought that hammering away was the thing to 
do. She had no idea how unprepared her cunt was for that kind of fuck. 

"But I don't want to hurt you. I know you are a virgin." 

Stephanie got on her back and spread her legs wide open so MacIntyre could 
get his cock in her cunt. 

Her heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest. 

She had never been this excited over anything. At last she was going to get 
something valuable that didn't come directly from her daddy's wallet. 

MacIntyre lay on top of her and Stephanie thrilled as his weight pressed 
down She could feel his erection pinned between their bellies as he kissed 
her on the lips. 

Her mouth parted and they touched their wet hot tongues together. 

Stephanie could feel her cunt juices flowing out of control. 

They spilled out of her pussy and down over her smooth bronze thighs. 

MacIntyre reached down and took his stiff cock in his hand. 

He placed the head between the swollen outer lips of Stephanie's pussy. 

Stephanie moved her hips upward a little bit so MacIntyre would know it was 
okay to thrust into her. 

MacIntyre wanted to enter her slowly so he would not cause her as much pain. 

But he had been ordered to do otherwise and he could never disobey an order 
by a sexual dominatrix. 

He thrust down with his hips and Stephanie's hungry cunt gave way to his 
rod. 

He popped her cherry violently and sunk his shaft deep into her unused 
vagina. 

Stephanie felt her hymen get torn asunder under the force of the big man's 
thrust and she let out a scream of pain. 

She could feel a drop of blood coming out of her cunt and rolling all hot 
and sticky down her thigh. 

She had no idea what being fucked was going to feel like and the pain came 
as a startling surprise. 

But as soon as the pain hit, it was gone, and the flood of cunt juices set 
about soothing her wound and lubricating her hole for the vicious fuck. 

Stephanie was amazed at how deeply MacIntyre's cock had gone into her so 
suddenly. 

The tip of his prick went way up into her womb with the initial penetration. 

There was a tear on Stephanie's cheek, as she screamed for the man to fuck 
her. 

He drew his cock out very slowly until just the head remained inside. 

Then he plunged it back in and Stephanie puffed as if all the air had been 
forced out of her lungs. 

His hands were on her plentiful breasts as he began to work his penis in and 
out of her amazingly tight quim. 

Stephanie could feel the ball of pleasure forming somewhere deep inside of 
her. 

He was stroking her in places she didn't even know she had. 

His cock was so thick it rubbed directly against her clitoris as he moved it 
in and out with increasing rapidity. 

Stephanie raised her legs up and wrapped them around the older man's back. 

She squeezed him with her thighs and groaned with ecstasy. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Stephanie would remember that night on the beach for as long as she lived. 

Her body was satisfied fully that night. MacIntyre had given her many 
orgasms before he had come in her womb. 

She had cried out for her mother, and she had cried out for the Lord, as she 
felt her body turning into liquid fire beneath his long thick cock. 

But that was far from the last time she ever saw MacIntyre. 

They would see each other often during that summer. And Stephanie would 
learn many things. 

Stephanie was a little torn by the relationship. She wanted to fall in love 
with MacIntyre but she could not respect him because of the pain he needed 
to feel pleasure. 

She figured having complete power over him was a lot of fun, but her heart 
could not go out to him the way she wanted it to. 

After that first session of super hot sex on the beach, MacIntyre had given 
Stephanie a shopping list of things she should buy if she wanted to learn 
the finer points of being a dominatrix. 

He even told her the shop to go to in downtown Los Angeles, where all of the 
S and M equipment was available. 

Stephanie could see that her days as a shy teenager who was a little afraid 
of boys were over. 

She was a full-fledged woman now and she would have to behave as such. 

She stopped seeing Molly all together and they were no longer friends after 
that. 

Molly considered her rejection as inevitable and took it very well. 

Stephanie went to the shop MacIntyre had told her about and bought all sorts 
of leather costumes, dildos, and water sports paraphernalia. 

They met in his beachside bungalow for the next phase in Stephanie's 
training. 

It was there that Stephanie learned many of the techniques in torture and 
humiliation that she still used on her servants and her guests in her 
Westchester County mansion. 

When Stephanie showed up at MacIntyre's front door carrying a bag full of S 
and M equipment he was thrilled and overjoyed. 

He still was having trouble believing he had found a girl who was willing to 
subject him to the kind of pain he needed to get off. 

And she wasn't just any girl, she was the prettiest doll he'd ever seen. 

He answered the door wearing nothing but his bathrobe and invited the little 
girl inside. 

"Did you buy the whips like I asked you?" 

"U huh. I got both the riding crop and the cat o' nine tails, just like on 
your shopping list." 

"Are you sure you don't mind doing this? I mean it doesn't seem right that I 
should take a sweet innocent teenager and turn her into a strutting bitch 
just so I can get a hard on." 

Stephanie threw back her head and laughed. 

"I don't think you have to feel guilty about that. I am getting paid back 
for my trouble ten fold by your wonderful prick. Besides, I think I'm going 
to like beating the shit out of you. I don't think you changed me as much as 
you think you did. I think you just showed me a part of yourself that I 
didn't know was there before. I mean, if I wasn't supposed to be a 
dominatrix all along, I probably wouldn't have caught on to how to do it so 
quickly." 

MacIntyre had to admit there was a lot of sense to what the little girl 
said. 

He decided to stop feeling guilty and enjoy the little girl while he had 
her. 

He knew sixteen year old girls have fickle hearts and short attention spans. 

He would never be able to keep her forever, and though that made him sad, he 
decided to enjoy the bliss of her presence while she was there. 

Stephanie went right to work. She had MacIntyre take off his bathrobe so he 
was nude and then she pulled a rubber mask out of her bag and slipped it 
over his head. 

The mask did not have holes for the eyes or the nose and had just one hole 
over the mouth so MacIntyre could breath and use his tongue if he was called 
upon to do so. 

Stephanie ordered him on his hands and knees in the middle of the living 
room floor. 

She then took off her clothes and put on a black latex outfit she had chosen 
from the rack in L.A. 

It consisted of two straps which crossed between her breasts and lifted them 
on top, and a pair of thin black latex stockings that were attached to a 
black garter belt. 

Of course she wore black spike high heels. These were to become one of her 
many trademarks when she got to be a well known dominatrix. 

Stephanie still had no idea how her talent as a bitch was going to make her 
a powerful social force. 

All she knew at that point was that she was having fun, MacIntyre was having 
fun, and they were both having great sex together. 

She thought it was a little funny that she waited until she had put 
MacIntyre's blind mask on before she donned her costume, but she figured he 
would get a chance to see her dressed in her role sooner or later. 

She had already figured out that her favorite toy was the riding crop. 

She felt like some kind of Nazi as she slapped her palm sharply with the 
horse whip and she thought she looked very tough and cool carrying the thing 
under her arm as she strutted on her tall high heels. 

She walked around MacIntyre a few times stomping her feet so he would know 
where she was. 

She circled him entirely like a cat circling its trapped prey. 

"I am going to beat your ass with this riding crop," Stephanie announced 
slapping her palm so MacIntyre could hear. "When I am done with you your ass 
is going to be so red that the fireman are going to have to show up to put 
it out." 

MacIntyre could feel his cock getting hard as she spoke. 

Stephanie took the very tip of the riding crop and ran it up and down inside 
the crack of MacIntyre's ass. 

She found his tight bum hole with the tip and plunged the thing inside a 
couple of inches. 

MacIntyre arched his back and gave a cry of pain out of his tight mask. 

Stephanie pulled the crop out and hit MacIntyre hard in the ass with it. 

She beat him repeatedly across the ass and the back of the thighs with the 
horse whip, until the flesh there was striped with angry looking welts. 

"Oh yes, beat me, Mistress Stephanie. Beat me as hard as you can! Beat me 
until I am raw!" 

Stephanie stood so she could see the handsome man's cock as she smacked his 
bare buttocks. 

With each strike of the stiff whip his cock leaped up and slapped him in the 
belly. 

The young girl thought this was amusing. She didn't stop beating his butt 
until she was afraid he was going to start bleeding. 

"Have you ever been fucked up the ass before, slave?" 

"No, but I've always wanted to be. I could never find anyone who was willing 
to do it before," MacIntyre said. He could see nothing and he was not aware 
of the face that Stephanie had already snapped the dildo on in front of her 
cunt and was positioning herself behind him to give it to him good. 

Stephanie thought it felt funny to wear a fake cock like that. 

Somehow it made her feel a lot more powerful when she was wearing a dildo. 

She knew how strong and influential men must feel because they are always 
wearing a cock. 

"Spread your knees further apart!" she ordered, as she got on her knees 
behind the man. 

MacIntyre moved his knees further apart and he could feel the tip of the 
relentless dildo pushing between the cheeks of his ass. 

Stephanie reached down and "pulled those hard buttocks apart cruelly so the 
skin in the crack was stretched tight. 

She was learning quickly how it felt to be a man. 

Stephanie knew that she could do a lot of damage to a virgin asshole with 
such a hard thick and long dildo, so she took pity on her slave and decided 
to enter him slowly. 

She remembered all too well how ignorant she had been when she had ordered 
MacIntyre to bust her cherry violently, and how much that had hurt. 

MacIntyre had done nothing bad to her and she wanted to do this to him as 
gently as possible. 

It would hurt enough to get him off anyway. She would not have to be vicious 
to inflict the proper amount of pain. 

She pressed forward with her hips and she felt the small ring of muscle 
around MacIntyre's asshole begin to stretch as she pushed her way inside. 

MacIntyre arched his back and began to moan. 

Stephanie could tell she was hurting him by the way his body lathered up 
into a thick layer of sweat. 

She continued to push until the dildo was all the way into him. 

For MacIntyre the agony was complete and he felt like the pain was going to 
make him climax at any second. 

As Stephanie began to work the dildo in and out of his ass, and his muscles 
relaxed so that she could move it inside him with greater ease, she reached 
under his body and began to jack him off. 

With one hand she tugged on his cock, with the other she masturbated 
herself, and she fucked him the whole time. 

They came together with a duet of blissful moans. 

After she pulled the dildo out of his ass he could still feel the burning 
from the whip and the fucking. 

Stephanie pulled off his mask so he could see the latex outfit she was 
wearing. 

He thought she looked beautiful. He loved the way the straps around her 
breasts made her nipples point even more upward than they did naturally. 

And he loved the way she looked in those black high heels. 

Stephanie allowed MacIntyre to fuck her at that point. She got on her hands 
and knees and let him mount her from the rear. 

More than anything else Stephanie wanted to know how it felt to be fucked in 
the ass. 

It was something that MacIntyre and Stephanie could learn about on the same 
day. 

MacIntyre seemed to enjoy it very much and Stephanie had to know how it 
felt. 

It was the only hole left that the handsome man had not violated. 

So she ordered MacIntyre to take her there, this time making it clear that 
she wanted the initial penetration to be very slow. 

She told MacIntyre to use the slippery juices from her cunt to lubricate her 
nether eye so he would slip into her more easily. 

She lay on her back and stuck her legs straight up in the air. 

She pointed her toes at the ceiling of MacIntyre's living room. 

She looked like she was forming a perfect "V" with her legs. 

MacIntyre worked three fingers into her cunt so that when he pulled them out 
they were covered with her fuck jelly. 

He then smeared the slippery stuff all over the outside of her asshole and 
pushed some of it inside the tiny orifice. 

He repeated this process several times until the entrance to her anus was 
very wet and sticky. 

He then smeared her cunt juices all over his cock so it was wet and shiny. 

He was going to mount her from the front. Her weight was on the small of her 
back and she gasped as he got on top of her and positioned his once again 
throbbing prick directly over the tight little hole which was to be his 
target. 

"Fuck me, slave. Fuck me in the ass until I come!" Stephanie shouted. 

The tingling of anticipation in her asshole was incredible and she imagined 
how good it was going to feel when he started to push his magic dong inside. 

She felt so used, so dirty, and so good. She was the female form of the 
devil and there was no carnal sin she wouldn't know. 

She had forgotten completely about her yearning to surf. 

That seemed incredibly childish to her now. She knew the pleasures sex could 
give her and she wanted to dedicate her life to her own prurient interests. 

He began to stuff his cock up her tight asshole very slowly. 

He did it just the way she wanted him to. He made her feel every inch of his 
prick as he slowly and steadily impaled her. 

She knew there would be pain at First and there was. Her virgin ass had 
never been stretched that way before. 

But soon her muscles relaxed and she could squeeze down on his thick phallus 
so that they each got extraordinary pleasure. 

But this was not the end of Stephanie's sexual education. 

Even though she had been fucked in the mouth, and the cunt, and the ass, she 
was not satisfied. 

She wanted to know how it felt to get fucked in all three at the same time. 

And that was the last thought she had before she burst into ecstatic orgasm. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

During the summer of 1975 MacIntyre Symms belonged to an exclusive country 
club, where he played a lot of tennis and golf. 

It was a very elite club for rich men and women, and the membership had 
remained small over the years. 

Many applications for admission were turned down because the applicant 
"wasn't the right sort of person" for the club. 

It was a place where the bored socialites would go, sip drinks, and discuss 
their intimate lives candidly. 

Among the subjects that often came up was sex. 

MacIntyre had admitted his problem to the folks at the club bar during a 
session of heavy drinking. 

During that same session two other members of the club, Nathan Versace and 
Keith Brenner had said, that though they could get off without pain, they 
found great pleasure in being sexual submissives. 

MacIntyre thought it was great that he was not alone. He figured his sexual 
deviation might be more common than he had anticipated. 

He guessed that in a world filled with pressures, where men are often called 
upon to take great responsibilities and make great decisions, it would be 
common, for men to want to throw away all responsibility for their actions 
when it came to their sex lives. 

What a sexual submissive did, when you got to the bottom line, was hand over 
all of the initiative to a feminine partner, thus relieving himself of any 
of the strains he associated with his business life. 

MacIntyre reasoned correctly that sexual submissives were more common among 
successful businessmen who were otherwise very authoritative in their 
business lives. 

By the end of the summer, late August, Stephanie was buying clothes and 
notepads for her senior year in high school. 

It had been a magic summer for Stephanie and she had learned a lot that 
would affect her for the rest of her life. 

She felt as if this was the summer in which she bloomed into a woman. 

She had become sexually active, even kinky, although she had only fucked one 
man. 

Before she settled down to life at her high school, where the kids were 
going to seem just as immature and silly as they had the year before, 
Stephanie wanted to know what being made love to by three men at the same 
time was like. 

She told MacIntyre shyly about her fantasy and he smiled at her. 

"I think I have the solution to your problem. I have two friend down at the 
club who told me over a few drinks that they enjoy the same kind of sex I 
do. And from what they said I got the impression they like a lot of it. How 
would you like it if I set something up between you and the three of us? I'm 
sure they will love the idea. Once they get a look at how beautiful you are 
they will want to be abused by you until the cows come home." 

Stephanie was so thrilled. She clapped her hands in front of her breasts and 
leaped a little into the air. 

"But where will we do it?" Stephanie asked. "I want to do it someplace 
special." 

MacIntyre had the perfect solution for that one as well. 

"I'll tell you what, if my friends Nathan and Keith go for it, and I'm sure 
they will, I will book a suite for us at the Pink Flamingo Hotel down on the 
strip. I've heard a lot of nice things about the place from folks at the 
club who have been there. I heard it is very plush, the rooms are kept 
spotlessly clean, and they have waterbeds. "Waterbed?" Stephanie said 
excitedly. "I bet it would be great to make it on a waterbed!" 

MacIntyre grinned at her and slipped his arm around her slim waist. 

"And not only that," he whispered in her ear. "But they have dirty movies of 
closed circuit television and they have mirrors on the ceiling." 

Well, that was all Stephanie had to hear and she knew she was totally in 
favor of the idea. It would be a great way to end a long wonderful summer! 

MacIntyre made the arrangements with the hotel and his friends and a date 
was set for the day before Labor Day. 

Stephanie thought it would be neat to go to her first orgy on a Sunday. 

It made the whole thing seem a lot naughtier to her. 

And that, in turn, made it a lot more exciting. They were to have the room 
for a solid twenty-four hours, from ten Sunday morning to ten Monday 
morning. 

Stephanie told her mother that she was going to be spending the night at 
Molly's and no questions were asked. The Simpson's had not noticed that they 
hadn't seen much of Molly lately. 

The Pink Flamingo had quite a reputation among the all-knowing elite in 
Southern California. 

It was known as the place to go for strange and weird sex kicks. 

Stephanie went through her dominatrix closet and picked out a perfect 
costume for the orgy. 

She was going to wear long black gloves that fit tight on her forearm and 
went all the way up to her elbow. 

On the top of her body she was going to wear a Skin tight black leather 
blouse with two big holes cut in the front so her breasts would be exposed 
and stick out. 

The bottom of the leather piece of apparel turned into a garter belt which 
would of course be attached to black stockings with a seam up the back. 

Naturally she would wear her black high heels. She had already decided that 
she would never play the role of a dominatrix without wearing those shoes. 

There was just something about the sharp spikes on those shoes that made her 
feel wonderfully evil and willing to give the submissive men the abuse they 
needed to adore her and get off on her. 

And naturally, they got her off better too. Stephanie was psyched. 

Stephanie packed up the leather costume in an overnight bag along with a 
toothbrush and other things for a young lady to freshen up, and pretended 
she was heading for Molly's. It was bright and early on a Sunday morning and 
the folks in Southern California were lazily reading their Sunday papers and 
talking about when the rain was going to come. 

Stephanie met MacIntyre at a predetermined spot down the street from her 
house. 

When she got to the spot MacIntyre Symms was there already and waiting for 
her. 

He sat in the driver seat of his red Alpha Romeo convertible with the top 
down. 

She grinned at him and climbed into the shotgun seat. 

MacIntyre liked to drive like a maniac. This was common in Southern 
California, especially among those who did not have to fear the law because 
of their wealth. 

They zoomed through the many freeways of the cosmopolitan area and were soon 
parking in an underground lot near the hotel. 

Stephanie had to admit to herself that she was a little nervous. 

She had no idea what these two strange men looked like. 

She didn't know if she would be sexually attracted to them. 

She wondered if she would be able to fuck them even if they were real dogs. 

As it turned out she had nothing to worry about. She found both Nathan and 
Keith to be exceptionally attractive people. 

She felt confident the whole thing was going to work out fine the second she 
saw them. 

Stephanie and MacIntyre were the first to arrive at the hotel suite that 
MacIntyre had rented, and Nathan and Keith joined them fifteen minutes 
later. 

Stephanie was not easily shocked by interior decoration, as she had quickly 
acquired a taste for the avant-garde, but the inside of her hotel suite took 
her breath away. 

The walls were covered with pleated velvet cutains and the ceilings were 
mirrored wall to wall. The bedroom was dominated by a single round waterbed 
with a fur bed spread, much like the one she would someday own. 

On one wall was a giant closed circuit television screen which was always on 
and was always showing the very best in hardcore pornography. 

The management had a solid concept of their clientele and often showed films 
involving S and M, with both males and females playing dominant roles, 
depending on the scene. 

Stephanie quickly changed into her dominatrix outfit before the two 
strangers arrived. She heard conversation outside as she dressed quietly in 
the bathroom and she knew she would have to make an entrance. 

She stood in front of the mirror for a while and practiced her tough 
expressions. 

Then she strutted out to the bedroom and saw the men who would be her sex 
slaves for the next twenty-four hours for the first time. 

She smiled happily as she looked at them. Both of them were very handsome, 
and both had a sweetness to their faces that let Stephanie know that she had 
not bitten off more than she could chew. 

Nathan was dark, like her, with finely styled hair parted in the middle. He 
had very big eyes that looked sad sometimes and broad shoulders that tapered 
down to a slim waist. He wore a tuxedo and Stephanie thought he looked 
deliciously decadent. 

Keith was the shortest of the three, but his face was very kind, and he had 
a smile that let Stephanie immediately know he was a good person. His 
shoulders were rounded, but Stephanie could tell by the lump in the front of 
his pants that there was a pleasant surprise waiting for her when he whipped 
out his rod. 

Stephanie had a funny thought and put her hand over her mouth as she 
giggled. 

For a moment it seemed to her that MacIntyre and she had gotten married and 
had decided to bring the ushers from the wedding along on the honeymoon, 
since Keith was wearing a matching tuxedo. 

MacIntyre called room service, and even though it was early on a Sunday, 
they ordered a case of champagne and a lot of ice. 

The hotel was discreet about such things and filled the order without asking 
any questions. 

The four of them sat for a while bouncing up and down on the waterbed, 
sipping champagne and watching the television. 

There was a lot of giggling and touching and both Nathan and Keith agreed 
that MacIntyre had been correct about Stephanie. She was the most beautiful 
woman they had ever seen. MacIntyre had not mentioned her age to his two 
friends but they realized her youth quickly just from the bouncy 
enthusiastic way she did everything. 

On the television screen was a scene of a man wearing a leather glove fist 
fucking a small blonde girl in pig tails. 

She was screaming in pain and was tied spread eagle to a bed. 

The man had his fist deep up her tight cunt, stretching her horribly, and 
was brutally working his fist in and out. 

This was followed by a scene of the same little blonde girl smearing honey 
from a jar all over her shaved pussy and having four tiny kittens lick it 
off of her. 

She worked herself up into a shuddering orgasm as she felt those small rough 
pink tongues going after her clit all at once. 

By the time the second scene was over all four of them were very horny. 

Stephanie knew it was time for her to take charge of the hot sex session. 

She stood up quickly and faced the three men in a row on the bed. 

"All right, you three scumbags! The party is over. I don't want to catch any 
of you looking at that television screen anymore. From this point on, unless 
I tell you otherwise, you will focus your attention only on me, because I am 
a bad leather bitch, and I can make life miserable for you if you disobey 
me." 

Nathan and Keith could feel their erections leap as they heard the violent 
tone in the little girl's voice. 

They could tell she was very good at what she did and they knew at that 
point that a splendid time was going to be had by all. 

"Now the first thing I want you ass-lickers to do is get out of those monkey 
suits. I don't want to see you wearing anything. Strip! Everything off!" 

All three of them were of course more than willing to obey. 

Clothes were strewn about everywhere, and soon the three men were sitting in 
a row on the edge of the bed with their hard-ons pointing upward. 

Stephanie sucked cool air into her lungs through puckered lips. 

The sight of three stiff pricks at the same time was enough to turn her 
already runny cunt into a flash flood zone. 

She felt the walls on the inside of her pussy throb with a tremendous ache. 

She could tell her quim lips were swollen and sticking way out. 

She could feel her clitoris was erect and sticking out from its protective 
sheath of flesh. 

"Now, one at a time, I want you to kneel before me and eat my pussy. I want 
each of you to give me one, and only one orgasm. If you are unable to give 
me the pleasure I crave, I will have to whip your bottoms until you are 
raw." 

Stephanie designated arbitrarily that Keith would be the first to eat her. 

She dug her heels deep into the red shag carpeting with her feet more than 
shoulder width apart. 

She ran her own hands over her breasts and felt how hard her nipples were. 

She loved the way her nipples tingled and sent signals directly to her clit 
when they were erect and sticking out. 

Keith slowly moved toward her. He did not make any attempt to touch her. He 
did not kiss her, feel her breasts, or attempt to hug her. 

He knelt before her like a good slave and smelled the wonderful womanly 
odors drifting from her soupy pussy. 

"Go ahead and eat me. Eat my funky cunt!" Stephanie ordered in a voice that 
made it clear she would not take no for an answer. 

Keith put his hands behind his back so he would not touch her with anything 
except his lips and his tongue. 

He got his head beneath her crotch and turned his face upward so he could 
see the swollen lips of her honey pie. 

He stuck out his tongue and ran it all around the outside of her cunt. 

Her pussy lips were now wet and shiny from a combination of her own natural 
lubrication and Keith's saliva. 

Stephanie could see that Keith was being a good slave and only touching her 
with his mouth so she reached down with her own hands and pulled her pussy 
lips as far apart as they would go without hurting, so Keith could get his 
tongue up and inside. 

"That is very good, Keith," Stephanie said with a passionate sigh. "For the 
next twenty-four hours you men will dedicate your wills and your souls to 
giving me the ultimate in sexual pleasure." 

But that was as far as Stephanie could get before she gasped as Keith 
plunged his hot tongue deep up her fuck hole. 

Keith had a very long tongue and he could reach spots with it that MacIntyre 
could only dream about. 

Keith fucked her with his tongue for a while until he could tell she was 
ready for the next step. 

He pulled his tongue out of the tasty honey and ran the tip of it lightly 
over the inner folds of flesh that led up to her clit. 

He used the flat part of his tongue then to lick her with broad strokes that 
went the entire length of her cunt. 

Stephanie had her eyes shut and her head back. In the background they could 
all hear the sounds of passion and orgasm coming from the porno movie. 

She still had those lips stretched far apart so all of the pink wonders on 
the inside of her vagina were clearly visible. 

Stretching her cunt lips that way also made her love button protrude more. 

When Keith found her little man in the boat with his tongue Stephanie let 
out a deep groan of lust. 

Keith could tell she was so worked up he would have no trouble licking her 
passion bud until she burst into climax. 

He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit and he could sense all 
of the muscles in Stephanie's body, especially her legs, becoming taut. 

A great tension was built up inside the little girl's torso that only an 
orgasm could release. 

The juices from Stephanie's pussy flowed down over Keith's face. 

He loved the way his face was getting wet from those oozing juices. 

He drank as much of her cunt cream as he could and let the rest spill over 
his cheeks and chin. 

He could tell that Stephanie was very close to orgasm so he sucked her clit 
deep into his mouth and pressed the tip of his tongue hard against it. 

Stephanie let out a shriek that made everything in the movie seem like 
acting. 

She grabbed Keith by the back of the head and pushed his face hard against 
her crotch, so the pressure on her clit would be as great as possible during 
her wrenching orgasm. 

Nathan replaced Keith in a kneeling position in front of Stephanie. 

His job would prove to be a much easier one. Once Stephanie had her first 
orgasm of a session, she could snap them off with great rapidity. 

This time Stephanie put her hands on her buttocks and pulled the cheeks of 
her ass apart so Nathan could lick her asshole as well as her cunt. 

He quickly figured out what she wanted without a word being said and found 
her tight anus with his tongue. 

He flicked his tongue rapidly across the sensitive tissue around her asshole 
and then worked his tongue a little inside. 

The texture of that ass flesh felt great on Nathan's tongue, and he wanted 
to tongue her nether eye for a long time, but he knew she wanted orgasm, so 
he changed the location of his licking to her pussy. 

Stephanie moved her hands so she was spreading open her slit again. 

Nathan had a different technique for eating out a cunt than Keith. 

He worked his tongue in a circle, all around her clit, without touching it 
at first. 

Then he made his tongue very flexible and moved her love button like a bead 
of flesh swimming in oil. 

The sensations that ran up and down Stephanie's spine were incredible. 

Her long black hair swayed back and forth, brushing against the leather on 
her back as her whole body rocked to the pleasure she was receiving from 
Nathan's talented tongue. 

Within five minutes of this action Stephanie once again writhed through 
orgasm. 

Nathan smiled. He felt pleased with himself for pulling her off so quickly. 

Stephanie grabbed him by the ear and twisted. She told him to wipe the silly 
grin off of his face or else. 

Now it was her original lover's turn. MacIntyre had the easist assignment of 
all. 

Stephanie was all out of breath from her first two orgasms. 

She was hot and ready for a lot more pleasure. 

She could feel her cunt glowing like it was on fire. 

MacIntyre knew that he would be able to eat her to orgasm in seconds. 

She was already at a point where she was constantly on the edge. 

All it would take was a couple of knowing swipes of his hot tongue and she 
would erupt once again into bliss. 

Stephanie winked at MacIntyre as he knelt before her. 

She was careful to wink so the other two men would not be able to see. 

She wanted to thank MacIntyre for setting this up for her. 

She wanted to let him know that she was enjoying herself a great deal. 

MacIntyre smiled a little but did not wink back. He was sure she wouldn't 
approve of him winking at her. After all, he was still her sex slave and he 
had to show her a lot of respect. 

Instead he slammed his stiff long tongue as far as he could up her fuck 
hole. 

She contracted her pussy muscles and squeezed down on his tongue. 

He thrust it in and out of her a few times and moved quickly to her clit 
which was on fire from this prolonged oral sex. 

She moved her hips in a slow circular motion so MacIntyre had to twist his 
neck to keep his tongue on that button of yearning. 

Stephanie could tell by the boiling pit of fire she felt down below, that 
this was going to be the biggest orgasm of the three. 

Her mouth fell open and her eyes shut tightly. 

She arched her back and began to make a gurgling noise in the back of her 
throat. 

Her face turned red and contorted as if she were in horrible pain. 

And then a high pitched sound, like some kind of police siren came out of 
her mouth. 

She began to mouth syllables that were supposed to be words but were not. 

She had no rational thought left in her mind at that point. 

The universe had become her cunt, and she knew it was good. 

She felt like the sun, the center of her own solar system. 

Her lovers were her planets and she warmed them and kept them orbiting 
around her. 

The orgasm was mind-boggling in intensity, and even the tainted housekeepers 
in the Pink Flamingo Hotel raised an eyebrow when they heard her horrible 
scream of terrible beauty echo through the hotel corridors. 

Stephanie spread her legs even further apart and pressed her screaming cunt 
hard against MacIntyre's busy tongue. 

When the orgasm was over Stephanie collapsed to the floor. 

Her eyes were still shut and she rolled on the rug in ecstasy. 

She put both of her hands over her soaking wet cunt and squeezed down hard 
on her whole crotch. 

There were many tiny spasms that followed that orgasm like the after tremors 
of a major earthquake. 

She told the men they could take a break and watch the movie for a while. 

Stephanie went to the bathroom where the ice bucket was sitting in the sink. 

She picked up a large ice cube and quickly shoved it up her cunt. 

It hissed as it melted inside her and Stephanie sighed. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Stephanie knew she could wait no longer to feel three cocks inside her at 
the same time. 

She thought about the logistics involved and decide that MacIntyre would lay 
on his back on the bed. 

She would lay on her back on top of him so that he could get his steaming 
prick up her asshole. 

Nathan would then mount her from the top and fuck her pussy. 

And last but not least, Keith would kneel beside her so Stephanie could take 
his erection deep into her throat. 

Just the thought of it made Stephanie hornier than ever. 

So far her three slaves had given her much pleasure and she knew the best 
was yet to come, and baby it was going to be fine. 

She quickly explained what she wanted her three slaves to do. 

They were all intelligent men and understood immediately. 

Stephanie did not mention that this was the first time she had ever done 
this. 

MacIntyre knew already, of course, but she did not want Nathan and Keith to 
know. 

MacIntyre lay on his back in the center of the waterbed. 

On the movie screen a man in a black mask was putting clothes pins on a 
woman's erect nipples and she was screaming bloody murder. 

MacIntyre looked down and he could see his long thick erection resting on 
his belly. 

The head sat about an inch above his navel. It throbbed and bounced a little 
up and down in anticipation. 

Stephanie got on the bed and straddled MacIntyre's hips. 

She had one knee on either side of his thighs and she lowered her ass down 
toward him. 

He held his cock in his hand and pointed it upward. 

With each movement the waterbed rocked like it was filled with Jello. 

Stephanie lowered herself slowly backward until she felt the head of 
MacIntyre's prick press between the cheeks of her round firm ass. 

The tip of his cock was snug against her asshole. 

MacIntyre pulled the cheeks of her ass further apart and pushed upward 
slightly with his hips so the head of his cock would sink into her butt. 

Stephanie gasped as she felt the ring of muscle around her asshole stretch 
so he could fit inside. 

She then lowered herself further down on him so that the entire length of 
his thick prick plunged deep up into her bowels. 

Stephanie was panting frantically. Now that this penetration was achieved 
she stretched out on her back and spread her legs open. 

She could feel MacIntyre's cock throbbing against the tight walls of her ass 
and she wanted him to slide it in and out of her right away, but she knew 
they would have to complete the act before the humping began. 

Nathan sprawled down on top of the little black haired girl and placed the 
head of his cock between the swollen lips of her soupy cunt. 

This violation would be easy to achieve. With one thrust of his hips he 
drove his rod all the way up into her womb. 

For Stephanie a summer long fantasy was about to come true. 

She could feel both cocks all the way in her and she was amazed at how close 
the two tunnels were together. 

She knew MacIntyre and Nathan could feel each other's cocks through the thin 
wall of flesh that separated her cunt from her ass. 

Keith lay on his side next to Stephanie so that his cock was pressed against 
her mouth. 

She opened her lips wide and took the whole length of the shorter man's 
massive prick down her throat. 

She had gotten very good at deep throating MacIntyre's prick and it was no 
problem taking Keith that way. 

Then, at the same time, they all began to move their hips. 

They moved like they had rehearsed this act many times before. 

It was as if the four of them had orchestrated this moment to music. 

Each man thrust his hips forward simultaneously, then retracted together. 

Stephanie alternated from being completely full, to empty, to full again. 

None of the men had come yet that day and Stephanie knew she was going to 
have to make the most of the three cocks while she had them stiff and inside 
her. 

Stephanie loved the whole idea of three men who for that moment lived to 
give her pleasure. 

She felt like a total sexual being. Sex was the catalyst for life. 

She felt like a wild animal who only seeks physical pleasure without 
worrying about the spirituality of the mind. 

She knew that her life was set for her. She would never have a financial 
worry. 

Whether or not she became an accomplished dominatrix, she could not help 
becoming one of the most powerful women in the country. 

She would be the head of a major corporation someday. 

And the fact that she was so dominant in her sexual role would only make her 
more fearsome to those who would have to deal with her in the business 
world. 

Oh yes, Stephanie wanted to be feared very much. 

The power had gone to her head and she felt an insatiable thirst for more. 

She wanted every man in the country to lust after her and she knew they 
would. 

She would set up a fortress, a headquarters for her power. 

She would not see just anybody. It would be an honor to get an audience from 
the beautiful billionairess. 

She would have a staff of servants who would live to serve her. 

She would find servants who knew how to do nothing but obey. 

She would be cruel to them if they did something wrong, but she would reward 
them dearly when they were good. 

She would throw parties that Hollywood would not be able to imagine. 

Her name would be in the papers regularly and the world would ask itself 
just how powerful a woman could become in America. 

Stephanie did not care about women's liberation. 

She did not give a fuck about the problems of the housewife. 

The common people could all dry up and die for all she cared. 

She would associate only with the beautiful people of the world. 

Only people with both looks and money would find their way into her company. 

She thought the whole concept of women's liberation was fucked up anyway. 

She knew these frustrated women would chant about equal rights and then get 
pissed off if a man did not give them his seat on the bus. 

It was a contradiction that disgusted Stephanie. 

If these women wanted to be treated as equals they would have to behave as 
superiors. 

They would have to simply take charge of every situation. 

Men had been worshipping them for years anyway. There was no reason women 
couldn't take over if they knew how to use their heads and their cunts for 
their own advancement. 

She knew that men scorned women who "slept their way to the top." 

That was because men knew they could get away with it and it made them feel 
insecure since their own cocks gave them no such power. 

But at that moment on the waterbed in the suite in the Pink Flamingo Hotel 
Stephanie could not think about all of those things clearly. 

Her brain was focused in totally on the pleasure she was feeling. 

Her cunt, asshole, and throat were filled with wonderful meat. 

She would have screamed repeatedly for joy if her mouth had not been full. 

She could hear the three men sighing together, and she knew they worshipped 
her. 

MacIntyre was the first to come. He let out a single grunt beneath her and 
she could feel her ass become filled with his hot sticky white semen. 

He could not pull out of her because there was the weight of two people 
pressing his bare buttocks into the fur bedspread. 

Keith was the next to have his orgasm. His cock was hilt deep in Stephanie's 
mouth, and the little girl was rolling her tongue around the stalk of his 
prick. 

She could feel his eruption about to take place and she prepared herself to 
drink his semen down. 

When the explosion did take place Keith let out a gasp that let Stephanie 
know all of the tension in his cock and balls was being released at once. 

Great gobs of hump jelly squirted into her throat and it reminded Stephanie 
of egg whites. 

Stephanie was having many orgasms while all of this was going on and it 
seemed like no two were alike. 

She was just beginning to form her theory about the female orgasm that would 
many years later result in her best seller. 

Meanwhile, Nathan was still driving his thick tool in and out of Stephanie's 
cunt. 

He was making a funny splashing noise with each thrust of his hips. 

The juices from Stephanie's cunt were running freely over her thighs and 
there was a big wet spot on the bedstead where her hips were. Her juices had 
also covered MacIntyre's hips beneath her. 

Nathan arched his back and gave his fucking a little something extra as he 
drove into her and spilled a massive quantity of his seed deep into her 
womb. 

After that they had all gone into the bathroom and taken a shower together. 

The shower was big and had a nozzle on either end. 

The four of them had no trouble fitting inside and getting clean and 
refreshed. 

Stephanie made all three of her slaves soap her up and sponge her off. 

She felt like Cleopatra. She loved being tended to that way by adoring men. 

After the shower she had administered an enema to all three of the men so 
they would be ready to get ass fucked by Stephanie's relentless dildo. 

The pain of having that hard rubber rod shoved up their asses was enough to 
get them very horny again, and Stephanie reached under and jacked them off 
as she plunged deep into their bowels. 

There was a long playful bath after that, and then Stephanie lay on the bed 
and had all three of the men give her a massage using heated body oils. 

It felt great having six powerful hands kneading her flesh at the same time. 

She figured she had found heaven. A nap followed and the three men snuggled 
up to their Mistress in the middle as they all slept. 

Stephanie woke from her nap in a cruel mood. 

One by one she tied them down on their bellies and whipped them brutally 
with her cat o' nine tails, until their backs, their buttocks, and the backs 
of their legs were striped with angry welts. 

Stephanie showed no mercy during the whipping and she could tell by the 
small moans they made at the tail end of their screams that they were 
enjoying the pain just as much as she was enjoying giving it to them. 

But, as all things must, finally the twenty-four hours were up and they had 
to vacate the room so the maids could come in, clean up the considerable 
mess they had made, and prepare the room for the next group. 

Stephanie had to change her attitude rapidly. She knew she would never be 
able to tell anyone at school about the wild events of her summer. 

She assimilated into high school life once again rather well. 

After being a powerful dominatrix for the summer, it was fun being just a 
plain high school girl again. 

She graduated from high school with honors and her father asked her what she 
wanted as a graduation present. 

Stephanie had done a lot of thinking about that. 

She liked Southern California and all, but she knew New York City was where 
it was really happening. 

She said she wanted a place of her own. A big place. An impressive place. 

She wanted to set up a headquarters for her independence. 

Daddy Simpson looked into the matter and bought her the mansion in 
Westchester County. 

He asked her if she wanted a moat built around it and Stephanie giggled and 
said a gate would be just fine. 

She did not see MacIntyre Symms after that. 

After she went to high school for her senior year MacIntyre had only called 
her once. 

He had asked her out to dinner and Stephanie had said she was taking a break 
from the sex game for a while. 

There was a note of finality to the way she turned off MacIntyre. 

She told him to never forget her and promised never to forget him. 

It was a sad moment but they knew they would always have a special place in 
their hearts for one another. 

Stephanie had given MacIntyre the pleasure he had been lacking for so long 
and MacIntyre had given Stephanie the gift of realization. 

He had made her realize her true sexual potential and she would be eternally 
grateful to him for that. 

Now it was five years later, and Stephanie could feel the old magic when she 
looked into MacIntyre's eyes. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was three o'clock in the morning, very early on Sunday November 16th, 
1980 and the party was rapidly coming to an end. 

The guests had hit the booze and the drugs hard and in three hours most of 
them had rendered themselves unable to function. 

In most cases Stephanie would have been pissed off if a party wound down so 
early. 

She like to do it up until way past dawn, and then often she still had the 
energy for more. 

But in this case she was just as glad the party ended quickly. 

She hadn't been able to concentrate much on pleasing her guests anyway. 

The unexpected appearance of MacIntyre Symms had made her think about the 
good old days when all of the tricks of being a good dominatrix were new to 
her. 

She loved that learning period in her life. 

She would always remember it fondly. 

She knew she and MacIntyre had a lot of catching up to do. 

It had been five long years and Stephanie knew they had probably both gone 
through a lot of changes. 

She wanted to have a long talk with the handsome man. 

And then she wanted to have him fuck her until she could hardly walk. 

Stephanie ordered Candy to go about covering those who had passed out with 
blankets. 

She knew all good parties had casualties and this one was no exception. 

She didn't have to worry about those that had fallen in battle. 

She knew they would be able to stumble out on their own in the morning, or 
early afternoon, depending on when they woke up. 

MacIntyre, who had only been sipping champagne since he arrived, was still 
sober, and he had yet to even loosen his tie. 

He still looked as sharp and crisp as when he arrived. 

Stephanie looked at him and he returned her stare confidently. 

"Mr. Symms," Stephanie said. "It certainly has been a long time." 

"I've missed you Stephanie. I can't tell you how much. I can't count the 
number of times I picked up the phone and tried to call you. But I always 
put the receiver back on the hook before I had finished dialling. I don't 
know. I was chickenshit, I guess. Finally, when I got to the same coast as 
you again, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I had to see you." 

Stephanie stuck out her arm and let MacIntyre take it. 

They began to walk together toward the spiral staircase that led to 
Stephanie's private quarters where they would be spending the night. 

"I'm so glad you came," Stephanie said, squeezing his arm a little as she 
spoke. "I spent most of the night thinking about us and the way things used 
to be. I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing up there on that stage. 
All I could think of was what you must be thinking, seeing what I've 
become." 

"Are you ashamed of what you have become, Stephanie?" 

"No, of course not. But that doesn't mean I am satisfied with my life." 

"What could you possibly desire that you don't have?" 

Stephanie stopped walking at the base of the spiral staircase. 

She turned and faced MacIntyre, looked up at his face. 

"The answer to that is simple. I can't find love. I'm afraid all of this 
dominatrix shit has permanently petrified my heart." 

"I don't believe your heart is really made of stone. I think you have just 
numbed it. Once you allow yourself, you will be able to feel affection 
again." 

"And how about you? Have you found mistresses to give you pleasure since I 
split on you?" 

MacIntrye smiled but his eyes remained sad. He put his hand gently on the 
pretty woman's cheek. 

"I don't need mistresses anymore, Stephanie. I have learned to respond to a 
gentle sensuous touch the same way I used to respond to your whip." 

"You mean you are no longer a sexual submissive?" Stephanie asked. 

There was a note in Stephanie's voice that made MacIntyre think she thought 
that was very good news. 

"No, Stephanie. I don't need pain anymore. I am a real man. I am a real 
lover." 

"I'll bet you have a lot of girlfriends to keep you busy you hunk you." 

"No one that matters. That's why I returned to you." 

"Me? What have I got to do with it. I only increased the intensity of your 
problem. I certainly did nothing to cure it." 

"It doesn't matter. I want to stay on here for a while, if that's okay with 
you. And I want to show you what love is like. I'm not talking about lust, 
although that is certainly part of it. I am talking about love, the sort of 
affection that makes people always want to be together." 

"I don't think I believe in love anymore. Maybe I did when I was younger. 
Maybe I never did." 

"Love is real, and it could happen to us, if only you are willing to take a 
chance." 

Stephanie realized what MacIntyre was saying and she did something she had 
never done before. 

She cried. 

Big tears welled up in her dark eyes and rolled down her cheeks. 

MacIntyre couldn't believe how vulnerable she looked at that point. 

He put his arms around her and held her very tightly. 

She put her head on his shoulder and wept. 

"What are all the tears for, sweetness?" MacIntyre whispered in her shell 
like ear. 

"I don't know. Maybe I am frightened. Maybe I have always been frightened of 
things that money can't buy. I treated you so unfairly and now you tell me 
you want to fall in love. I can't control love. How can I be good at 
something I don't have total control over?" 

"No one ever said that being in total control is always the best. That is a 
concept you formulated yourself. No doubt with a lot of help from your 
father." 

"Do you really think so, MacIntyre?" Stephanie asked, looking up at him once 
again with red teary eyes. 

"Sure, sweetness. It's the unknown of the future that makes life 
interesting. If your life passes you by with nothing ever happening that you 
didn't expect you will soon find yourself old and unhappy. Without 
challenges life is meaningless." 

"But what about those people that were at my party. They depend on me to get 
their kicks. They need me. Their lives center around me." 

"I think you are kidding yourself. Those people are born followers. They 
will follow whoever is the hippest to follow. Show them a cult and they will 
join it. Show them a fad and they will declare it the latest craze. If you 
quit being a dominatrix every one of them will find a new leader, a new 
shepherd, to guide their flock." 

Stephanie knew that what MacIntyre was saying was true. 

They continued walking up the stairs. For Stephanie that would be the 
longest walk she would ever take. 

The man who had taken her from her shell and had thrust her into a world she 
knew nothing about was trying to shake up her life again. 

She was confused and she didn't know what to do. 

She did not feel angry at him for making her deny her power. 

And a part of her felt she should have denied her power long ago. 

She knew she had to make a decision and she had to make it quickly. 

She could feel her heart pounding as a rush of energy flowed through her 
body. 

The palms of her hands were wet as they took the stairs one at a time. 

Should she go on with her life that guaranteed her ego always remain bloated 
and intact? 

Or should she cut that all asunder and plunge into another world she knew 
nothing about. 

There were many people not half as rich or beautiful or wealthy as Stephanie 
who had no trouble falling in love, and many of them lived happily ever 
after. 

Stephanie wondered if there were too many scars on her heart for her to be 
true to one man.! 

She knew MacIntyre could satisfy her lust quite adequately. 

She still remembered the buzzing in her body after he fucked her in all of 
her holes. 

But would he make her feel something good someplace other than her cunt. 

Would that fickle numbed heart of hers be affected by the man? 

That was the risk she would have to take, and she decided to take it. 

She turned to MacIntrye once again as they neared the top of the stairs. , 
"Look, MacIntyre. I can't promise much. I can't tell you right now that I am 
going to be good at this. That would be a he. But I can promise you I will 
try. I will try to love you with my heart as well as my body. I will try to 
fulfill you just as much as you fulfill me. I will try and forget sex as a 
form of behavior modification. I will stop thinking of sex as nothing but 
rewards and punishments. I will take a big hammer and I will shatter my 
inflated ego. I will stop thinking of myself as the center of the universe. 
I suppose sooner of later I will have to get in touch with my own mortality, 
and I guess now is as good a time as any. I will be no more than another 
speck on a very large planet. We will be two specks together and we will do 
our best to make each other happy for as long as possible." 

"That is all I would ever ask of you," MacIntyre said. "I don't expect you 
to sign a contract like this is one of your father's business deals. All I 
want is for you to give me a chance to show you how nice love can be. I want 
you to find out how much better sex is when you really love the person you 
are making it with. I know there is a lot to be said for big tits and big 
cocks and beautiful people, but you would be surprised how many flat-chested 
plain people with little cocks and no money are out there getting off on 
each other like crazy. And do you know why?" 

"Because they love each other?" 

"That's right." 

"You mean the body knows how your heart feels?" 

"Absolutely. Just wait and see. I will show you." 

They were at the door to Stephanie's private quarters. Stephanie opened the 
door, let MacIntyre go in and then walked in behind him, closing and locking 
the door behind her. 

"What did you think of the performance I gave tonight?" Stephanie asked 
taking off the leather costume she had worn during the entire evening. She 
did not feel like being Sister Savage, The Leather Nun anymore. "I thought 
it was kind of sad. I thought you were beautiful and sexy of course, but I 
saw how those people blindly adored you. It wasn't you they were 
worshipping, it was what you represented. You supplied the spark that had 
been missing in their lives." 

"And didn't you blindly adore me like that once, MacIntyre?" 

"No, I did not. I saw you. I knew exactly what you were, and I adored you 
anyway. Now I have come back to prove my love." 

Stephanie was totally naked. She had even taken off her spike high heels. 

She stood close to MacIntyre so he could run his hands smooth down her back 
and over her buttocks. 

She looked up and him and he kissed her long and wet. 

He put his hands gently on her breasts so that his fingertips lightly 
brushed against her erect nipples. 

Stephanie sighed and she was believing what he was saying to her more and 
more. 

She knew that sex would be a lot better if she was able to give more of 
herself. 

Instead of using men to give her pleasure, she would give herself to this 
man and everything would be bliss. 

"Why don't you take off that suit. You must be awfully uncomfortable. Then 
maybe we can just cuddle." 

MacIntyre smiled because he knew she had gone for the idea. 

He hadn't thought it would be that easy. He thought she would put up a 
fight. 

He figured she loved her powerful life much too much to give it away for a 
silly concept she didn't believe in like love. 

He undressed and his cock was already hard and erect. 

Stephanie realized at that point that MacIntyre really was no longer a 
sexual submissive. 

They had been nothing but sweet with each other and he had gotten horny and 
ready to fuck anyway. 

MacIntyre took Stephanie by the hand and led her to the bed. 

This would be the first time Stephanie had ever been led anywhere. She 
wondered what sex would be like when she was not calling all of the shots. 

She wondered what it would be like to just lie back and neither take orders 
or give orders but just to let the sex flow. 

She knew she wouldn't have to wait very long for the answers to those 
questions. 

And she could tell by the intense ache she felt in her loins as MacIntyre 
squeezed her hand gently that all of the answers were going to be positive. 

They lay gently together in the center of the waterbed. 

The fur bedspread felt soft and warm against their bare skin. 

Their hands roamed over one another slowly and gently. 

Stephanie remembered each muscle in MacIntyre's chest and back as if she had 
last touched them only the day before. 

When their naked bodies pressed together it was not at all like they had 
spent five years apart. 

The magic of their intertwined bodies returned immediately. 

There was a soft surrender on Stephanie's part as she felt her affection for 
this real man overcoming her urge to order him around like a slave. 

All of a sudden the idea of being a slave master sickened her slightly. 

She couldn't believe she had spent so much of her life beating up on men. 

She thought that those men were sick, and somehow they had been stripped of 
their self-esteem. 

And instead of helping them, she had tormented them, punished them, and 
humiliated them for being something they couldn't help. 

But those days were behind her now. 

She could tell that for sure. 

Now she would be a lover in the truest sense of the word. 

Although she could not commit herself to MacIntyre solely, she knew her 
attitudes towards men had changed forever. 

MacIntyre's fingers kneaded the flesh of Stephanie's buttocks. 

With a single finger he explored the crack of her ass. 

He used the tip of his finger to tickle her little asshole. 

Stephanie kissed MacIntyre passionately on the neck and gave him little love 
bites that drove him wild with desire. 

Stephanie knew that most girls fell in love for the first time at a very 
young age. 

But when that was supposed to happen to her she had shut off her heart from 
all feeling. 

Stephanie lay on her back and spread her legs open. 

MacIntyre found her nipples with his mouth and he sucked them slowly and 
gently. 

He flicked his tongue back and forth rapidly across her nipples. 

His fingers ran their way along the insides of her thighs. 

They worked their way upward to her drooling slit. 

She shuddered with glee as she felt his fingertips brush against the swollen 
outer lips of her cunt. 

She reached out with her long fingers and placed them underneath his 
dangling balls. 

She lifted up his balls and scratched him there delicately with her long red 
fingernails. 

He moaned with passion as he worked his finger up her fuck hole and felt the 
muscles inside her pussy squeeze down on it. 

He added a second finger up her twat and began to finger fuck her. 

She moved her hips slowly along with the thrusts of his fingers. 

She put her hand around his cock and gave it a little squeeze. 

She thrilled when it throbbed in response to her touch. 

She worked her hand up and down his long thick cock. 

She pumped him slowly so that his come would begin to swirl about in his 
balls. 

Without saying a word they moved into sixty-nine position with Stephanie 
lying on her back on the bottom. 

MacIntyre looked at her cunt closely for the first time in years and was 
amazed at how little it had changed. 

He could tell by the tone of her muscles that she had been working out a 
lot. 

With Stephanie's right hand she fondled MacIntyre's balls. 

She sucked gently on his balls one at a time. He swooned. 

Then with her left hand she positioned MacIntyre's cock so it was facing 
her. 

She lightly licked the little hole at the tip of his prick. 

She rolled her tongue all over his glans so that it was wet from her saliva. 

MacIntyre began to lap happily at the pink folds of flesh inside Stephanie's 
aching wet cunt. 

They both groaned in unison as they enjoyed the pleasure they were giving 
just as much as the pleasure they were receiving. 

Then Stephanie took MacIntyre's cock all the way into her mouth. 

She sucked on that rod as if her life depended on it. 

MacIntyre moved his tongue up to Stephanie's clit and moved it in all 
directions with his flexible taster. 

They were quickly approaching a simultaneous orgasm. 

They breathed like they were in the last quarter of a basketball game. 

Stephanie began to sound like she was singing opera. Her groans were high 
pitched and filled with reckless abandon. 

Stephanie realized she would have to fire Sergio and Candy and get two 
servants who were less like slaves. 

And certainly less like sexual puppets. She did not want to be a sex master 
for a second longer. 

As she burst into orgasm and felt MacIntyre's come streaming down her throat 
at the same time she knew that giving was just as good as taking, perhaps 
better. 

MacIntyre turned around on the bed so the two lovers were facing the same 
direction. 

He kissed her and he could taste his own come on her tongue. 

They lay there for a long time and stroked each other's sweat covered 
bodies. 

Within a matter of minutes MacIntyre was hard again and Stephanie wanted him 
to fuck her more than anything she had ever wanted before. 

He mounted her slowly, never pulling his lips away from hers. 

She felt his cock position itself between the lips of her cunt. 

There are many routes one can take on the way to personal fulfillment. 

Perhaps Stephanie went about things backwards. 

Most people start out being very impressionable and fall in love many times 
before they find a love that lasts. And when the love they consider to be 
perfect doesn't work out, they become tainted and turn to casual sex as some 
sort of hobby to take romance's place. 

But Stephanie had done it the other way around. 

She had begun her life dealing with the most tainted people available in 
today's society. But in the end of the story the lesson she learned was 
quite different. 

It had nothing to do with leather. 

It had to do with love. 

With love went the joy of sharing one's soul with another. 

With love went the tenderness and affection that led to bliss. 

Stephanie felt MacIntyre's talented cock start to fuck her. 

It slid all the way into her and then drew back before it plunged again. 

His mouth was on her neck and he was giving her tiny love bites. 

"Oh yes, I do love you! I do I do!" Stephanie screamed. 

"And I love you too, my little dumpling," MacIntyre said. 

The waterbed rocked in perfect rhythm to the frenzied fuck. 

Stephanie could feel the shaft of his prick on the walls of her cunt. 

It rubbed directly against her big red yearning clit. 

It sent signals of joy directly to her boggled mind. 

And all of the wonders of art and poetry were unfolded. 

Stephanie saw all of the magic in the world she had never seen before. 

She had been blinded by power and had failed to see the spiritual. 

She had failed to see the beauty of nature or the magic of emotion. 

Not emotions like fear and hate, but the emotions of love, in all of its 
forms. 

And MacIntyre could feel the come settling at the base of his cock. 

He knew at any moment he would have a violent eruption. 

Stephanie felt a great ball of pleasure in her loins. 

It grew in leaps and bounds and she knew it was soon to burst. 

This feeling had nothing to do with leather and domination. 

Stephanie's perception of the orgasm had changed suddenly. 

Now it was the climax of a sacred ritual, one to be kept private. 

The outside world would no longer be able to share in Stephanie's beauty. 

Now that honor was reserved for MacIntyre, and MacIntyre alone. 

And Stephanie's life became a never ending orgasm. 


THE END
