TA-143  Kiss My Boots
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Matt Slade led me into the room and took off my blindfold. He stood behind 
me, with his hands on my bare breasts and his groin pressing against my 
bottom. 

The gag in my mouth stifled the gasp that I made when I saw who was in the 
room. It was Alison Norris, the beautiful black-haired bi-sexual who I had 
flirted with in the office only yesterday! 

Alison wore a skin-tight black gown, cut very low to display the cleavage of 
her splendid breasts. Her erect nipples thrust against the material. 

Matt fondled my breasts. The only thing that I wore was a pair of filmy, 
gauzy white panties. They were so sheer that my pubic bush could be plainly 
seen through them. My hands were tied in front of me. 

Matt said, "I brought you a little present, Alison. I believe that you and 
Karen have met before." 

Alison's hips swayed as she walked over to us. Lust glittered in her dark 
eyes. "Yes, I've met Karen," she said. "But I didn't think that I'd be 
seeing her under circumstances like these!" 

Matt said, "You see, Karen is my slave, and she does anything that I tell 
her to do. Isn't that right, Karen?" 

I couldn't speak because of the gag. The only thing that I could do was nod 
my head yes.-I was afraid, but excited by what was going to happen to me. 

Alison touched my nipple. "You're even prettier than I thought, Karen." 

Matt said, "She's yours for tonight, Alison. I suggest that, you keep her on 
a tight leash. She's a lovely little toy, but sometimes she can be very 
naughty." 

 CHAPTER ONE 

My name is Karen Clark. Last night, my master loaned me to some friends of 
his, a husband and wife couple. He watched as they used and abused me, and 
later he joined in on the action. 

To see me, you wouldn't dream that I am a slave. I'm twenty-four years old, 
five feet eight inches tall, blonde and blue-eyed. 

Men desire me, and women envy me. 

Sometimes the women desire me, too. I know that I'm beautiful, so I won't 
bore you with any false modesty. 

All my life, I've used my good looks to get what I wanted. Even when I was a 
little girl, I was the cutest one in the family, and I knew it. 

My brothers and sisters resented me, but I didn't give a damn. It was so 
easy for me to get what I wanted from Mom and Dad. 

When I was twelve years old, I got my period for the first time. I matured 
quickly, and soon blossomed into a nubile and desirable teenager. 

I had it all. I was the captain of my high school cheerleading team, a 
member of the student council, an honor roll student. 

My classmates elected me to be prom queen. My steady boyfriend was the 
quarterback of the school's football team. I had my own car by the time I 
turned seventeen. 

Things got even better for me when I went to college. Boys are cute, but men 
have money and power. They know how to treat a gorgeous girl like me. 

I breezed through college. While my classmates ate hamburgers and drank 
beer, I dined on caviar and drank champagne. Handsome, successful men 
lavished me with gifts and favors. 

They gave, and I took. Oh, how I took! I had a wardrobe of the most 
expensive designer clothes. A boyfriend of mine, a rich oil company vice 
president, bought me a sporty foreign car. I had money, furs, and jewelry. 

I knew the effect my body has on men. I've got a face like an angel. I could 
walk into the top modeling agencies in the city and immediately get a job if 
I wanted it. 

I've got the classic American female figure: long legs, thin waist, and 
full, lush breasts. I'm a blonde, a natural blonde, and my shining hair 
falls down to the middle of my back. 

I imagine that I must sound rather narcissistic to you, and, to be honest, 
that's what I am. Or, at least, what I was before I became a slave. 

Before I became a slave, I never met a man who could turn me on as much as 
staring at my own nude body in the mirror would do. 

I've been with a lot of men, but none of them ever excited me as much as 
masturbating myself did. But that's all changed now, ever since I met my 
master. 

Master and slave-strange words to hear in this twentieth century democracy 
we live in. It's only strange, however, to the uninitiated. 

I'm not talking about wage slaves. Just about everyone is that. No, I'm 
talking about sexual slaves, about people whose bodies are the property of 
their masters. 

There's a lot more of it going around than you think. Take a good, long look 
at the people around you. You'd be amazed by what they do in the privacy of 
their own bedrooms. 

That pretty suburban housewife that you see picking up her kids at the swim 
club-during the weekends, her husband takes her to a motel and ties her up 
and spanks her ass, and then he throws her on the bed and fucks her all 
night long. 

That dynamic young executive who sits across from you on the train reading 
the financial section of the newspaper-secretly he's dreaming of the moment 
when his nude body will cringe at the booted feet of his dominant mistress. 

Or, take me, for instance. If you saw me in the street, you just might stop 
and stare at the lovely, long-legged blonde beauty confidently striding 
along. 

You'd never guess that the beautiful girl you were admiring had spent the 
previous evening tied naked to a bed, spread-eagled for her master's 
pleasure. 

You wouldn't believe that this same girl had Writhed on the lap of a total 
stranger, a man who spanked her bare bottom until it was red and sore. 

You couldn't believe that this girl was taken to a meeting of a society of 
dominant masters and their slaves, and was the sexual toy of everyone who 
wanted her. 

You wouldn't believe these things, but they're true. They've all happened to 
me. That's why I'm telling you my story, so you'll know the truth about what 
really goes on behind locked doors and in bedrooms at night. 

I'll tell you about what happened to me last night, while it's still fresh 
in my mind. Every time that I sit down, my aching bottom reminds me of last 
night's events. 

It was a warm summer night, but I didn't notice the heat. I was sitting in 
the back seat of an air-conditioned limousine. 

The sun was just setting, and the lights of the city were winking on. I was 
sitting next to my master. The car glided through the evening traffic. 

My master's name is Matthew Slade. When we're at work, or together in 
public, I call him Matt. But when we're alone, or with people who know the 
truth about us, I call him Master. 

He's a big, rugged man, about forty years old. He looks like what I've 
always imagined a Renaissance prince to look like: strong, powerful, and 
ambitious. 

He was wearing an impeccably tailored, light-weight summer suit. I was 
wearing a q raincoat, oddly enough, even though there wasn't a cloud in the 
sky. 

The raincoat was buttoned up from the neck down, and tightly belted. The 
only parts of my body that were visible were the calves of my legs, and my 
feet. 

My feet were encased in black, patent leather pumps. They had sharp pointed 
toes, high arches, and four-inch high stiletto heels. 

My legs were covered with dark, seamed nylons. The seams were adjusted so 
that they ran perfectly even along the backs of my legs. 

Underneath the raincoat I wore an unconventional outfit-and that's putting 
it mildly. 

My large breasts were held by a black leather bra. The bra. was under-wired 
to support someone of my voluptuous bust measurements. 

My breasts were restrained in half-cups. That is, the cups of the bra were 
cut so that while they lifted and supported my breasts, my nipples were bare 
and exposed. 

My nipples chafed against the rough material of the raincoat. This constant 
friction kept them stiffly erect, and tingling with desire. 

Around my trim waist was an old-fashioned garter belt. It was made of black 
leather, and was trimmed with shells of black lace. 

The garter belt has four fat, frilly garters. 

Now, most women traded in their garter belts and stockings for pantyhose 
over a decade ago. 

Not me. I never wear pantyhose. My master doesn't permit me to. He hates 
them, and says that they're the most anti-sexual garment ever invented. 

I am only allowed to wear garter belts and stockings. Even on the job, 
during the work week, I must wear them. Since I work for my master, he is 
able to see that I obey his command. 

When he first forced me to throw away all my pantyhose and replace them with 
stockings and garters, I had a lot of trouble adjusting to them. 

Not anymore. Now, I love them, and I would never wear pantyhose even if I 
was allowed to. Garters and stockings make me feel wickedly sexy. 

Anyway, my garters were fastened on to the dark tops of my stockings. 
Panties? I wasn't wearing any. I was naked between the garter belt and the 
stockings. 

And that's all that I was wearing. A bra which bared my nipples, a frilly 
garter belt, nylons, and high heels. 

My bare bottom rubbed against the inner lining of the raincoat. The raincoat 
itself was made of shiny black latex, a very sensuous material. The inner 
lining wasn't latex, but was instead a coarsely woven fiber. . My pussy 
tingled. Random air currents disturbed the soft curls of my pubic bush. I 
was very nervous, because I didn't know what my master had planned for me. 

Whatever it was, I knew that I would have to sexually submit to someone. My 
master lets his friends use me however they like. 

Some of his friends have some rather bizarre sexual preferences, to say the 
least. I'll tell you about them later on. 

Anyway, who am I to judge? A lot of people might consider me rather bizarre, 
since I do anything, anything, that my master commands me. Well, who cares 
what the uninformed think? The hell with them all. 

My master loves me, and that's the only thing that matters to me. He has 
other slaves, women who are as beautiful as me, but I think that he loves me 
best. 

This car journey was tame compared to some that he's taken me on. Apart from 
what I was wearing under the raincoat, we looked like a normal, attractive 
couple out for an evening on the town., Matt rested his hand on my knee. I 
parted my legs and put his hand under the raincoat and closed my thighs on 
it, holding it there. 

I didn't think he would mind. Matt permits me little liberties that he 
doesn't ordinarily allow his other slaves to have. 

Of course, when I try to take advantage of them, he puts me in my place. 
Before I met him, I always manipulated people to get what I wanted, and even 
though I've stopped doing that, sometimes I slip back into my old ways. 

Matt never lets me get away with it, though. He doesn't let a thing get by 
him, and he's as watchful as a hawk. 

If I misbehave when we're somewhere that's private, he'll immediately pull 
me over his lap, raise my skirt, take down my panties, and spank me. 

He's got' a strong, heavy hand. He doesn't need a paddle or a strap to make 
me cry like a little girl. All he needs is his open hand smacking against my 
bottom. 

If we're somewhere in public, where it would be indiscreet to immediately 
correct me, he promises to spank me as soon as he can. Sure enough, the 
moment he's able to, he yanks me over his knees and down come my panties. 

Even though he really makes my bottom ache, and makes me cry, I don't mind. 
I'd rather be spanked by him than worshipped by any other man. . ,;: 

The limousine pulled up in front of a deluxe apartment building, a tower of 
steel and glass. I felt butterflies in my stomach. 

Matt asked me, "Are you afraid, Karen?" 

I said, "I'm very, very nervous, but I'm not afraid. I trust you, master." 

He gave my thigh a little squeeze and took his hand out from between my 
legs. I fixed the buttons of the raincoat so that my modesty would be 
outwardly preserved. 

The chauffeur didn't bat an eyelash. He was Matt's trusted valet, 
manservant, and all-around jack-of-all-trades. 

His name was Li Cheong. Years ago, Matt had used his international 
connections to get Li out of a prison in Taiwan. Li was totally loyal to 
him, and there was nothing that he wouldn't do for Matt. I knew the feeling. 

A uniformed doorman came out and opened the car door. Matt stepped out on 
the pavement, and I followed. I pulled down my raincoat so that the hem of 
it wouldn't ride up too high and expose my undressed condition. 

We entered the building, crossed an immense carpeted lobby, and got into an 
elevator. It was one of those express jobs, and my stomach felt like it had 
dropped down to my knees as it started upwards. 

Or maybe that queasy feeling was caused by the nervousness I felt. I knew 
that nothing bad could happen to me, but I was apprehensive about the 
unknown. 

The elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor, and we got off it. We went down 
a long corridor, and stopped in front of a door. 

Matt rang the bell. We must have been expected, because the door opened 
almost instantly. A woman stood on the other side of the threshold. 

She was about forty-five years old, buxom, and in excellent physical 
condition. She had dark brown hair with some gray streaks in it. Her eyes 
were brown. 

She had a wide face, a hawk-like nose, and wide, sensuous lips. She wore a 
simple but elegant purple robe which covered her from her neck to her 
ankles. I could see that her feet were covered-in pointed, black leather 
boots with high heels. 

She said, "Matthew! Darling!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and 
kissed him. Matt kissed her back, hard. They french-kissed, and their jaw 
muscles worked as they fenced with their tongues. 

After all that I've been through, you might find it difficult to believe 
that I could feel jealousy toward another woman. I can't believe it myself. 

I mean, I'm only one of a stable of slave women that Matt keeps. He's given 
me to men and women a-like, and watched nonchalantly while they make love to 
me. 

I've seen him make love to many women, his slaves, and others. I can never 
get used to it. I mean, intellectually I know that as a slave I shouldn't 
feel like that, but emotionally I can't help but be jealous. 

Not that I ever let my jealousy show, of course. That would be really 
stupid, and nothing would turn Matt off faster. 

I've confessed how I feel to him, and he says that it's only natural, and 
that after I've been his slave for a while longer, I'll get over it. 

Sometimes, just to tease me, he gets me all hot and stimulated, until my 
pussy is dripping with juices and I want to be thrown on the bed and 
violently raped. 

Instead, he ties me naked to a chair, inserts a dildo in my pussy, and gap 
me. He moves the chair so that it faces the bed, so I can see everything 
that happens. 

Then, he brings in another of his slaves, or one of his lady friends, and he 
fucks her right under my eyes, while I twist helplessly in my ropes. 

Sometimes, later on, they take me to bed with them, and I love that. But 
sometimes Matt just leaves me tied up in the chair, feeling incredibly hot 
and horny, but unable to do a thing about it. 

That's just one of the many games that he plays with my head. But even 
though I often get frustrated to the point of tears, I love it. 

Matt's the only man who ever mastered me. He's the only person who treats me 
the way I want to be treated-the way I deserve to be treated. That is, he 
treats me like the slave I am. And I love it. 

Some hot flashes of jealousy shot through me as I watched Matt passionately 
kiss the woman in the apartment. I didn't say anything, and I kept my 
expression bland and neutral. 

Matt reached up and casually fondled the woman's buxom breasts. He broke off 
the kiss and fondly patted her on the behind. 

He said, "You're looking more beautiful than ever, Elaine." 

She laughed. "You're a liar, dear Matthew, but I love you for it." She 
looked over his shoulder at me. Her eyes narrowed as she appraised me. 

She must have liked what she saw, because she licked her lips and smiled. I 
knew then that she was going to make love to me, and I wondered what she 
would be like in bed. 

She seemed strong and forceful, and I liked that.. I love it when strong 
masters control me in bed and know how to dominate me and make me obey. 

Matt saw her staring at me. He said, "This is the girl I was telling you 
about, Elaine. Her name's Karen. I think you're going to like her." 

"I'm sure I will," she murmured. "Well, let's not stand out here all night. 
Come in. Gene is inside, making the drinks." 

I followed Matt into the apartment. It was a lovely place, beautifully 
furnished, and decorated with excellent taste. 

Elaine put her hand on my shoulder. "Let me hang up your coat, dear." 

Matt said, "Let that wait a little while, Elaine." Elaine shrugged and then 
led us into the living room. 

A man was standing at the bar, pouring liquid from a shaker into cocktail 
glasses. I assumed that he was Elaine's husband or boyfriend. 

He was about the same age as she was. He had a stocky, muscular build, and a 
broad, seamed, craggy face. His hair was curly and gray. He wore a 
button-down shirt and slacks. 

He waved a cheery greeting. "Matt! Great to see you! I'll be with you in a 
second, as soon as I get done pouring." 

"No sweat, Gene," Matt said. 'Take your time, I'm in no rush." 

Elaine sat down on the couch. Matt sat next to her. I remained standing near 
Matt until he said, "You may sit, Karen." 

I started to sit down on the couch, but Matt shook his head. "Not there," he 
said. "You may sit at my feet." . 

I blushed with embarrassment at my thoughtless mistake. Still, I knew that 
it was always better to err on the side of discretion, rather than 
exhibiting my slave status in front of strangers who might not be into the 
scene. 

So, I sat down on the fluffy, deep-pile carpet at Matt's feet. I brushed my 
hair out of my face and hugged my knees and waited. 

Elaine said, "I see you've got her well-trained, Matthew." 

He said, "I'll let you and Gene be the judges of that." 

Gene came over and set down a tray of drinks on the coffee table. I noticed 
that there were four of them, and I looked questioningly at Matt. 

He said, "That's not for you, Karen." He explained to the couple, "I don't 
permit Karen to drink alcohol or take drugs when I take her visiting. Of 
course, if you'd care to permit her to do so later, that's your prerogative, 
of course." 

"Well see," Elaine said. Matthew said that since I was probably thirsty, I 
would be allowed to have some non-alcoholic sparkling water. I gratefully 
thanked him. 

I sat at Matt's feet and sipped the beverage while he and his friends made 
small talk. They spoke of people and places and mutual friends who I had 
never heard of. 

I didn't mind. I was happy to be sitting at my master's feet. I could feel 
Elaine and Gene staring at me with curiosity and fascination. 

Finally, Elaine broke the ice. She said, "Your slave is very lovely, 
Matthew. You are a beautiful girl, Karen." 

"Thank you," I said softly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to address 
you." 

She said, "You may call me Mistress Elaine, or just plain Mistress. And this 
is Master Gene, or Master, if you prefer." 

Matt said, "Stand up, Karen. I want to show you off." 

I put down my glass and rose to my feet. Matt stood up, too. He unbelted my 
raincoat and unbuttoned the buttons. I held out my arms so that he could 
remove the coat. 

Matt took the black latex raincoat off me. The apartment was comfortably 
warm, but tiny goose bumps rose on my flesh as my body was displayed. 

Gene and Elaine both leaned forward. Gene set down his drink, and Elaine 
took a sharp, sudden breath. Both their eyes were hot with lust. 

Matt grinned, enjoying the scene. Since he hadn't commanded me to act sexy 
and provocative, I stood there quietly and let my body do the talking. 

Elaine said, "She is beautiful indeed ... " 

Gene said admiringly, "Dammit, Matt, I don't know how you do it! Where do 
you find gorgeous girls like this?!" 

Matt laughed. "In Karen's case, I didn't have to look very hard at all. She 
was right under my nose. She works for me-both officially, and on her own 
time as well." 

"What will she do?" Elaine asked. 

"Whatever you want her to do," Matt replied. "Karen does it all. Just tell 
her what you want, and she'll do it gladly. The only things that I don't 
permit are heavy pain and scat, although Karen's so devoted to me that she'd 
undergo them if I wanted her to-but I don't. Apart from those two 
restrictions, the only thing that limits you and Gene are your 
imaginations." 

Matt turned to me. "You've done this before, Karen, so you know the ground 
rules. I want you to obey Gene and Elaine the way that you obey me." 

"Of course, Master," I murmured. 

Matt said to the couple, "She's yours. As you can plainly see, she's got a 
sensational body, and I can testify that she has a most skillful mouth as 
well. I may join in later, but for now, I prefer to watch." 

He sat down and picked up his drink. Elaine said, "Answer me truthfully, 
Karen. Do you like to be tied up? And spanked? And humiliated? And raped by 
a man and a woman at the same time?" 

I simply answered, "Yes, Mistress, I do. I love all those things." 

"Then you're in luck," Gene said, "because that's just what we love to do to 
pretty slave girls like you." 

Elaine stood up and came over to me. She said, 'Take this robe off me, 
slave." 

I undid the knot of her sash and opened the robe and took it off her body. I 
was amazed and thrilled by what I saw. 

Under the robe, Elaine was outfitted in the garb of a dominant mistress. My 
mouth was dry and my heart beat rapidly as I stared worshipfully at her. 

She wore a pair of thigh-high black leather boots that made her look like a 
pirate queen. Her smooth thighs were white as soap flakes. 

She wore a pair of black lace panties. They were transparent, and I could 
see her dark, thick pubic bush underneath them. 

Cinched around her middle was a black leather, corset. Her firm breasts were 
bare. The nipples were hard and brown. 

She wore .leather bracelets on her wrists. They were made of thick leather 
and had little steel spikes coming out of them. 

Although she hadn't commanded me to do so, I dropped to my knees. It seemed 
like the best way I could demonstrate my respect for her dominance. 

I asked humbly, "May I kiss your boot, Mistress?" 

"I'll give the orders around here, slave," she said. "But, under the 
circumstances, I think it's fitting that you do so." 

I bent forward, lowering my head. My hair spilled across my shoulders and 
fanned out on the floor. I pressed my lips to the polished leather. 

Very submissively and worshipfully I kissed the toe of one boot and then the 
other. Elaine stood there with her hands on her hips. 

Gene took off his clothes. He wore black boots, a black leather G-string, 
and' a pair of tight-fitting black leather gloves. The hair on his muscular 
chest was gray and iron-colored. 

He came over to me. He held a stiff, black leather collar. Elaine said, 
"Raise up your head slave." 

I did so. Gene brushed aside my hair and fastened the collar around my neck. 
He buckled it on me so that it fit closely but didn't choke me. 

He rubbed the shiny top of his boot against my thigh. He told me to kiss his 
boots. The leather was smooth and fine-grained against my lips. 

Elaine asked Gene, "Would you like to spank her first, or shall I?" Gene 
said that he would do it first, as long as she didn't mind. She didn't mind. 

Gene got some rope. Elaine said that he should tie me with my hands in front 
of me. Gene told me to stand up and hold my hands in front of me. 

Elaine tied the rope around my wrists, binding them together. I had to hold 
my head level, because the stiff collar didn't allow me to tilt my head too 
far forward. 

Elaine expertly threw a loop over my wrists, put a couple of hitches in it, 
and tightened the knot. She tested it to make sure that it was secure. 

There was a warmth in my belly and a tingling excitement in my pussy when I 
was tied. I felt good because I knew that I wouldn't have to do anything but 
obey. 

Gene sat down on the couch. Elaine put her arm around my waist and led me to 
him. My flesh felt electrified where her arm touched it. 

When she let go of me, her fingers brushed across my thigh. I knew that she 
wanted to fuck me, and I was glad, because I wanted to give myself to her. 

Gene said, "We feel that it's always a good idea to discipline slave girls 
before they misbehave, rather than after. That way, they know in advance the 
penalty for disobedience, and are less likely to disobey." 

He patted his lap. "I'm sure that you know the position, slave, so don't 
waste any time. Come over here and get across my knees." 

It was a bit awkward getting on his lap, since my bound hands hindered my 
movements. Elaine helped me get in position. 

I lay down on Gene's lap. His legs were hairy and rubbed against my thighs. 
My pussy rubbed against his leather G-string. The smell of leather filled my 
nostrils. 

Elaine sat down on the couch not far from Gene. I glanced over my shoulder, 
and saw that Matt had moved his chair so that he'd have a better view of 
what was happening. 

I stretched out my arms in front of me. My breasts in their leather half-bra 
rubbed against Gene's taut legs. 

Gene rubbed my bottom. The leather gloves on his hands felt smooth and 
sensuous. He fondled my cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them. 

He said, "You have a gorgeous ass, slave, but it's a bit tooj pale for my 
taste. I'm going to put some red in it." 

Elaine handed him a paddle. It was shaped like an oversized ping-pong 
paddle. Gene rubbed the flat of it against my bottom before spanking me. 

He slipped his arm around my waist, holding me in position on his lap. He 
looped his leg around my legs, so that I wouldn't be able to kick or thrash. 

He raised the paddle and cracked it down on my bottom. I grunted from the 
impact of it. My hair fell across my face, covering my eyes so that I 
couldn't see very well. 

Gene paddled me slowly and deliberately. The effect of the spanks added up. 
At first my behind was kind of numb from it, but it started to get warmer 
and warmer. 

After the first ten, I was really feeling the pain. My buttocks felt like 
they were sunburned. Each time the paddle smacked down on my ass, I felt 
hotter. 

After I had taken twenty spanks, my composure had broken down. I twisted on 
Gene's lap as each new swat came down. 

You can imagine what having a lapful of warm, wriggling girl was doing to 
Gene. I felt his hard cock bulging in his leather G-string. 

After the twenty-fifth spank, I moaned every time that I was hit. Elaine 
raised her foot and rested it on the cushions right by my face. 

She said, "Suck the boot, slave girl." 

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the pointed leather toe. It was 
hard and slick and unyielding in my soft mouth. 

I moved my lips back and forth on it, wetting the leather. All the while, 
Gene continued to paddle me. I still moaned, but not as loudly. 

Some saliva dribbled down my chin. As I sucked Elaine's boot, she played 
with her breasts, fondling and rubbing them. 

Her nipples became hard and pointed. I wished that I was sucking them 
instead of the boot, but I had no say in the matter, of course. 

Whenever I'm being spanked, there comes a point when I stop fighting the 
pain and just give up my will and totally submit to my punishment. 

That's what happened after the fortieth spank. I hurt more than ever, but I 
didn't fight or wriggle or try to escape the stinging blows. 

I surrendered to my punishment. Hot tears fell from my eyes and dribbled 
down my cheeks. My body was beaded with a fine sheen of perspiration. 

My pussy was hot and dripping. My nipples were hard. I heard the sound of 
the paddle cutting the air, then cracking against my bottom. 

Gene stopped after the fiftieth spank and put down the paddle. My behind 
felt like I had scalded it by sitting on a hot stove. 

My shoulders heaved with silent sobs. I gasped as Gene fondled my bottom. 
His leather-gloved hands parted my buttocks. 

He stroked the cleft between my bottom cheeks. His finger poked at my tight 
anus, probing at the brown, puckered opening. 

He rubbed my pussy. He inserted his finger between my cunt lips and eased it 
into me. I squirmed as the intruder entered me. 

He took out his finger. The leather was shiny with my juices. He raised it 
to his nose and inhaled deeply like he was sniffing a flower. 

Elaine took her boot away from my mouth. She patted my head and told me that 
I was a good little slave girl. 

She and Gene discussed what they should do to me. I lay across Gene's lap as 
they talked. I buried my wet face in my arms and didn't move. 

Gene said that he was so horny that he wanted some release right now. Elaine 
said that that was fine, and that she would take over the spanking chores. 

I shivered when I heard that. My bottom was already super sore. I was hoping 
that they would fuck me, rather than discipline me some more. 

I realized that it didn't matter what I wanted. My wishes meant less than 
nothing. I was a slave. All that mattered was what Gene and Elaine wanted. 

I got off Gene's lap so that he could switch positions with Elaine. She sat 
down where he had been sitting, and pulled me over her knees. 

Her taut legs were smooth and warm under me. I sighed as I settled in on her 
broad lap. She ran her fingers down my back in slow, teasing strokes. 

Gene undid the tiny leather garment that held his sex. His cock sprang out 
as the G-string was removed. His cock was medium-sized, but very thick in 
diameter. It had a blunt, swollen head. 

He sat down next to Elaine, so that their legs were touching. Gene held his 
cock in his leather-gloved hand. 

He said, "Suck it sweetly, slave girl. Suck it sweetly." 

The way I was lying on Elaine's lap, my head was poised over Gene's groin. 
He held his fleshy shaft straight up, so that the head was right under me. 

I licked my lips to moisten them. I lowered my head and kissed the tip of 
his cock. Then I took it in my mouth. 

It was much better than sucking the boot. It was hot against my tongue. The 
stiff shaft throbbed with desire. 

I started sucking. I pursed my lips and glided them along Gene's shaft. His 
sensitive flesh touched only my lips, not my teeth. 

I squirmed as Elaine inserted two fingers into my cunt. She shoved them in 
deeply, but not so much so that she hurt me. 

I felt really good and peaceful. I was satisfied having my mouth and my 
pussy filled at the same time. 

Elaine picked up the paddle with her free hand and began spanking me. She 
didn't hit me as hard as Gene did. I don't think it was because she was more 
merciful than he was. She probably didn't want to hit me so hard that I 
would reflexively clench my teeth in pain while I was sucking Gene. 

Anyway, she didn't have to hit me all that hard. My behind was already so 
sore that it hurt like blazes even when she laid a light Stroke across it. 

So there I was, stretched across the lap of a dominant mistress, being 
spanked and having my pussy fingered while I sucked off her husband. 

My bottom quivered with each stroke that Elaine gave me. I cried silently. 
Fat tears flowed from my eyes while I sucked Gene's cock. 

Gene relaxed and leaned back so that the back of his head rested against the 
couch. His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure. 

My blonde hair spilled across his lap and thighs. It brushed his flesh as my 
head bobbed up and down. His shaft disappeared-between my lips, then 
reappeared until only the head of his cock was between my lips. 

Then I would lower my head once more, his shaft would be swallowed up, and 
the cycle would begin again. 

My bottom tingled as it waited for the next swat to come down on it, a swat 
that never came. Instead, Elaine lowered her head and kissed my aching 
bottom. 

I gasped with delighted surprise. Elaine put the paddle away. Her fingers 
were still buried in my cunt, and now, her other hand caressed my bottom. 

Her fingertips grazed my burning buttocks, sending hot and cold chills up my 
spine. I concentrated on sucking off Gene, and didn't miss a beat. 

Gene's chest rose and fell faster and faster as his breathing quickened. 
Whenever his cock reappeared outside my mouth, it was so red and angry that 
I knew that he was going to come soon. 

Elaine parted my buttocks. She had to take her fingers out of me to do so, 
and my pussy ached for something to fill it. 

Elaine moistened her finger with her own saliva. It poked at my anus, then 
slowly slid into me, until it was buried in my ass. 

With her free hand, she returned once more to my pussy. She rubbed my cunt 
lips, and toyed idly with my pussy hair. 

Her fingers searched out my clitoris and gently rubbed it. I shivered from 
the pleasure of it. She had a soft, skillful touch. 

Gene suddenly took hold of my head and pressed down on it so that I couldn't 
raise it up. His cock was deep in my throat. 

I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft. He raised his 
buttocks off the couch cushions. His cock quivered. 

Come spurted out of the head of his cock. The fluid splashed on the soft 
tissues at the back of my throat. I sucked and slurped, swallowing it down. 

Before I became Matt's slave, I never had a man's cock in my mouth. Cm the 
few occasions that I went to bed with one of my ardent admirers, all that 
mattered was my pleasure. I would let them eat me, but I always refused to 
put my mouth on a man's cock or a woman's pussy. 

How long ago that was! It was really only a few months in the past, but I 
had changed so much since then that it was like an eternity. 

Now, I swallowed Gene's come, gulping it down. He held my head until the 
last drop of semen had been squeezed out of his swollen balls into my mouth. 

Gene slumped back on the couch, all the tension gone from his muscles. He 
closed his eyes. There was a satisfied smile on his face. 

Now it was Elaine's turn. She took her finger out of my bottom and her other 
hand away from my pussy and told me to get up. 

My buttocks were sore and burning, and every move that I made sent hot 
flashes of pain through me. My pussy was dripping wet. 

Elaine stood up. She told me to take off her panties. She added that I was 
forbidden to use my hands, and that I would have to accomplish the task with 
my teeth alone. 

She stood with her hands on her hips and her legs held close together. I got 
on my knees. I pressed the side of my face against her thighs. 

They were warm and smooth and white as ivory. I extended my tongue to its 
greatest length, so that the muscles at the root of it were sore from the 
strain. 

"I slipped my Umber tongue tip under the elastic waistband of her lace 
panties at a place over her hip. I lifted the fabric off her warm flesh. 

I gripped the waistband between my front teeth. I lowered my head, pulling 
the panties down off her hips. It was a long, slow process. 

As I worked the panties off her, my bare breasts rubbed against her gleaming 
leather boots. My nipples tingled when they grazed the black leather. 

When I got the panties down off her thighs and to her knees, she patted my 
head and told me to stop. She took them off the rest of the way and stepped 
out of them. 

She turned so that her bottom was level with my face. She said, "Kiss it, 
slave." She reached behind her and grasped my hair and pulled my face into 
her flesh. 

I licked the smooth cheeks of her behind. I pressed 'my warm lips against 
them. I stuck my nose between the crack of her buttocks and licked it. 

Elaine sat down on the couch and spread her booted legs wide. I knelt on the 
carpet in front of her. She pulled my head toward her crotch. 

I rubbed my cheeks against her curly pubic bush. The hair was .soft as fur 
and tickled my skin. I could smell the aroma of her pussy, a rich, musky 
fragrance that intoxicated me. 

I pressed my soft lips against the lips of her pussy. My tongue snaked out 
of my mouth and glided over the fleshy folds of her cunt. 

I licked her lips. I licked the outside of them and then my tongue dipped 
inside her and tingled with the taste of her and I licked the inside of her 
pussy lips, too. 

Her tissues were slippery and sleek against my tongue. Elaine sighed and 
tilted her pelvis forward so that her cunt pressed harder against my mouth. 

She tasted good. L let my tongue travel slowly up her slit. My tongue tip 
encountered her clitoris and rubbed over it. 

I pressed my wet lips against her clitoris. I glided my tongue over it. 
Elaine's thighs flexed with pleasure. 

Gene came over to me. While I ate out his wife, he knelt behind me. His 
gloved hands cupped and caressed my breasts. 

He pinched my nipples. They were stiff and throbbing, and the feel of his 
leather-covered fingers against them filled me with excitement. 

Elaine's hands pressed against the top of my head, holding me close to her 
pussy. I pressed my lips on her clitoris and gently sucked it between them. 

My lips held her clitoris while my tongue lashed over it. Elaine moaned and 
shivered. When she came her whole body quaked with excitement. 

Gene pointed, across the living room and down the hall. There was an open 
door at the end of the corridor. He said that was the bedroom, and ordered 
me to crawl to it. 

It was a long way to go, and the trip was made more difficult by the fact 
that my hands were tied. My knees rubbed against the deep-pile carpet. 

I tore some runs, in my stockings, but that was okay, because I had a couple 
dozen more pairs of them in my clothes closet at home. 

The door seemed miles away, and I thought that I would never get there. The 
time it took me to reach it gave Gene and Elaine an opportunity to recover. 

When I reached the threshold of the room, Gene, Elaine, and Matt came down 
the hall. I heard their feet on the wooden floor. 

Elaine stepped around me and turned on the lights in the bedroom. It was 
stark and modem and dominated by a big bed.; 

Elaine told me to stand up. She put her hands under my arms and helped me to 
my feet. She stood face to face with me and embraced me. 

Her bare breast rubbed against mine. The soft flesh of our breasts yielded 
as they pressed against each other. 

Her booted legs rubbed against my nyloned ones. She crushed my mouth with 
hers and stuck her tongue inside and probed my mouth. 

Gene embraced me from behind. His bock rested between the clef t of my 
buttocks. It stiffened and grew as it nestled there. 

I was the center section in a human sandwich. Warm flesh arid cool leather 
pressed against me. Elaine and Gene fondled me. 

Matt arranged a chair so that it had a good view of the bed. It was pretty 
obvious that that was where we were going to wind up. 

Elaine and Gene moved away from me. My flesh was cool now that they were no 
longer pressing against me. That is, all my flesh was cool except for my 
paddled bottom and my hot pussy. 

Gene told me to he down on my back on the bed. He and Elaine each took a 
length of manila rope. They came toward me. 

Gene raised my bound hands back over my head. He tied the new rope between 
the bonds holding my wrists together. 

He tied the free end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. At the same 
time, Elaine was working on my legs. 

She threw loops around my ankles, and tied me so that my legs were 
spread-eagled wide open. 

Gene came to me. His cock was thick and hard. The mattress sank under the 
weight of him as he climbed on the bed. 

My pussy was wet and ready for a fucking. He lowered himself on to me. His 
hands caressed my hyloned legs, and rubbed my thighs. 

He took his cock in his hand. He still had his leather gloves on. I moaned 
as the blunt tip of his cock spread my pussy lips and forced its way inside 
me. 

This was what I was waiting for. I was spanked to remind me of my slave 
status. But I was a sex slave, and I was happy to be used for that purpose. 

Gene's cock was thick and full inside me. He grunted as he shoved it into 
me. Its inflamed head rubbed against the wet walls of my pussy. 

His black leather gloves wrapped around my white hips. His bare legs rubbed 
against my nyloned one. My feet were still tightly held in my high-heeled 
shoes. 

When Gene was fully lodged inside me, he started pumping his hips back and 
forth. His thick cock glided in and out, in and out. 

Elaine came to the head of the bed. She said, "You're such an excellent 
pussy-eater that I'm back for more, slave." 

She climbed on the bed and straddled my head. Her leather-covered legs 
pressed against my cheeks, and the smell of leather and of her pussy filled 
my nose. 

She moved forward and sat on my face. The light was blotted out and I was 
covered in a hot, wet darkness. 

Her pussy lips pressed against my lips. My tongue flicked out and searched 
for her clitoris. I found it and began to lick it. 

The bedsprings groaned as Gene fucked me with his cock and Elaine fucked my 
mouth with her pussy. I hoped that it would never stop. 

Gene's cock thrust into me again and again, each stroke sending new waves of 
heat through me. I wriggled under him. 

Every time I moved, pain shot through my well-paddled bottom. But even the 
pain was a turn-on, because it only made things more intense. 

I felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all, but I 
didn't neglect to keep on licking Elaine's cunt. 

Even with her booted legs covering my ears, I could hear her gasps and 
groans of pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth on my face. 

Gene thrust deep into me. His stiff cock quivered. He came, and shot a load 
of semen inside me. The soothing fluid bathed the heated membranes of my 
pussy. His fingers gripped my thighs. 

I pressed the very tip of my tongue against the center of Elaine's clitoris. 
No matter how she bucked and shifted, I kept my tongue always pressed 
against her fleshy button. 

She squeezed her legs against me as she came. A shudder rippled through her 
body. She stopped moving and sat on my face and shivered. 

After a while, Elaine and Gene got off me. I felt unhappy as I felt Gene's 
cock slide out of my pussy and leave it empty and unfilled except for the 
come that he had left inside it. 

Elaine lifted her thighs off my face. The light was too bright, and I shut 
my eyes. I felt exhausted and drained of energy. 

They didn't feel the same. The pair of them switched positions. Gene 
straddled my face and fed his semi-erect cock into my mouth. 

I sucked greedily on it. Elaine got between my spread-eagled legs. Her 
fingers separated the lips of my pussy and her tongue licked my clitoris. 

I writhed with pleasure. I loved the feel of the ropes cutting into the soft 
flesh of my wrists and my ankles. I loved Elaine and Gene making love to me. 

Matt came over to the bed. He was naked. I caught a glimpse of him over 
Gene's taut thighs. Then Matt moved behind Gene, out of sight. I kept on 
sucking. 

I heard Elaine moan. She continued to eat me, but there was a new rocking 
motion coming from the part of the bed she was on. 

It wasn't hard to guess what was happening. Elaine was kneeling on the 
mattress with her face on my cunt and her ass raised in the air. 

Matt stood behind her and held her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy. 
He fucked her while she ate me while I sucked off Gene. 

I was nothing more than a body being used for the pleasure of my master and 
his friends. That was all that I wanted to be. I was happy and content. 

I had no worries. 

I had no complaints. 

And most of all I had no responsibility! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Six months ago, I was a completely different person. The person that I was 
then was so different from who I am now, that it's hard for me to believe 
that we were actually the same individual. 

I was a well-paid media consultant at one of the country's biggest 
advertising agencies. Although it was a famous firm, the truth was that we 
were in big, big trouble. 

Billings were falling off drastically, and we were losing longtime clients 
left and right. It wasn't hard to see why. Company management was stodgy and 
old-fashioned and out of touch with what was really happening. 

That's why I was glad to hear that the company had taken on Matthew Slade to 
set things right. It was the smartest move that management could have made. 

Slade was a golden boy, a managerial wizard and troubleshooter who had set 
plenty of failing companies back on their feet and put them back in the 
black. 

Matt called a big meeting of the department heads on the first Monday 
morning that he came to the agency. 

I was ready in more ways than one. A woman in my postition has to walk a 
tightrope. I mean, I have to look attractive, but not so attractive that 
nobody will be able to keep their minds on business. I couldn't dress too 
provocatively, because that would be unbusiness-like. But I couldn't dress 
in too stiff and severe a style either. 

Let me be honest. I'm smart and savvy and talented, but so are thousands of 
others in this city. You need something more than talent to get ahead. 

Well, I had something extra, namely, the beautiful body that Nature gave to 
me. In all modesty, if I ever posed in the nude for a men's magazine, I 
would definitely be the centerfold of the year. 

I've got firm, large, beautiful breasts, with soft pink nipples that men 
love to suck on. I've got the elegant face of a high-fashion model, and the 
voluptuous body of a pin-up queen. 

I know I'm beautiful, and I use it. In a profession like advertising, where 
your colleagues will cheerfully cut your throat to get ahead, a girl has to 
use everything she's got just to stay in the game. 

More than once, I've worked my way up the corporate ladder by sleeping with 
men who had the power to promote me. I once went to bed with a mannish lady 
executive to get a job that I really wanted. 

Of course, if I didn't have the talent, I'd never get the job no matter who 
I laid. Because that's the way that the system works. 

A few times, I've used my body to worm my way into the confidence of those 
more powerful than me. Sooner or later, they slip up and tell me something 
that I can use to my benefit. 

It's not very nice, but that's the way it is. The world isn't very nice, and 
I'm just one small bit of it, trying to get everything I can. In other 
words, I'm the same as everybody else 

-I look out for number one. Me. 

Sometimes I don't even have to fuck anybody to get what I want. Just the 
implied promise of my ultimate surrender is often enough to get an executive 
to come across with what I want, whether it's a raise, a favor, or a 
promotion. 

Most men are stupid. They're lousy in bed, the world's worst, but all I have 
to do is moan and cry and fake an orgasm, and suddenly they think they're 
Casanova. 

What a laugh. Most of these guys are good for about five minutes worth of 
action in bed, ten minutes tops. Which is okay with me, because the sooner 
it's over, the better. 

Their idea of foreplay is to squeeze my breasts. Then I'm supposed to faint 
with passion and spread my legs for them. 

Almost all of these self-styled studs have a little wife and a couple of 
kids tucked away in suburbia, of course. 

If you ask me, these wives are probably getting some off the local tennis 
pros or delivery boys. I sure hope they are, because the way that their 
husbands fuck, it's obvious that they won't be getting much excitement from 
them. 

At the agency, I like to keep the men around me in a constant state of 
sexual excitement, which isn't hard, because they're the horniest guys you 
ever saw. 

A couple of the lady executives are hot for me, too. Of course, they have to 
be more discreet, because of the old hypocritical double-standard. 

Anyway, I was well-prepared to make a good impression on Matt Slade. Slade 
was a big man who was going places in a hurry, and I figured that if I 
played my cards right, I just might go there with him. 

On the Monday of the meeting, I bathed and dressed with special care. Like I 
said, I had to look good, but not so sexy that it was unprofessional. 

My hair was freshly shampooed and shining. My breasts were confined in a 
tight bra which lifted them and cupped them like it was offering them up for 
the pleasure of others. 

I wore a sheer, white silk blouse. It was so sheer that anybody could see my 
bra right through it, and my nipples visibly pressed against the bra cups. 

Over the blouse, I wore a tailored blazer. It covered me so that only a thin 
section of my blouse was visible between the twin flaps of the coat. 

That was better, more tantalizing. I wore a tight gray skirt with a hemline 
which came down to the center of my knees. 

The skirt had fashionable slits up the side, which gave a nice teasing view 
of my legs when I moved. I put on a pair of high-heeled shoes to complete 
the outfit. 

I was pleased with my reflection in the full-length mirror in my apartment. 
"Let's see if you can resist this, Mr. High-and-Mighty Slade!" I said to 
myself. 

The meeting was held at ten o'clock that morning. The department heads and 
the top advisors and consultants sat around a big table, waiting for Slade 
to arrive. 

He came into the meeting room at a few seconds before ten. He strode through 
the doors and took his seat at the head of the table without the slightest 
hesitation. 

He was much different from what I expected. I had seen his picture in some 
of the trade journals, but he was much handsomer in person. 

Physically, he looked more like an oil-rig roughneck or a jet pilot than an 
executive. He was strong and tan and his face was a mass of square planes. 

He didn't waste any time getting down to brass tacks. He sounded like a 
preacher giving a hellfire sermon as he ripped into the inefficiency and 
downright stupidity that had brought the agency to its present sad state. 

I found myself nodding in agreement with him. He was making the same points 
that I had noticed myself. The difference was, he had the power to call the 
shots and back up his judgements. 

His pale eyes burned like lasers as he raised hell. Some of the executives 
around me were pale and trembling before he was finished. 

I wasn't particularly worried. I knew that my department was one of the 
bright spots in the bleak agency picture. 

If Slade was stupid enough to fire me, that was his loss. I could take my 
portfolio to any other agency and get hired on the spot. 

Slade concluded his talk by saying that he had been hired to kick ass, and 
by God, he was going to kick ass if that's what it took to get the agency 
back on the right track. 

You could smell the fear when the meeting broke up and the executives 
shuffled back to their offices. 

Slade spent the rest of the day meeting with the department heads in his 
office. He called them in one at a time. You should have seen the scared, 
sweating faces of them as they came out of his office! 

I was scheduled to meet with him that afternoon. I was happy with the way 
that things were working out. I would be able to come on to Slade much 
stronger if we were alone. 

His receptionist ushered me into his office. 

His secretary was none other than Tina Bannon, which didn't surprise me in 
the least. 

I meant that I was going to have some tough competition. Tina was the office 
sexpot. She was a big, creamy bitch with a mane of flame-colored hair and a 
sensational body. 

She had the kind of figure which never goes out of style with men. You know 
the type. Big, big breasts in an uplift bra, wide hips in, a tight, short 
skirt. She was so cheap and obvious that it was really disgusting. 

The only trouble was, she was the fastest typist and stenographer in the 
agency. When she typed, her fingers were a blur of motion flying over the 
keys. 

I don't know, maybe the reason that I didn't like her was because we were so 
much a-like-sisters under the skin. 

Tina gave me a little smirk as she strutted out of Slade's office. I knew 
that she had the same idea about Slade that I did. I wanted to slap the 
bitch's face. 

She closed the door behind her, and I was alone with the celebrated Mr. 
Matthew Slade. He sat behind his desk like a pilot at the controls of a jet 
plane. 

Slade stood up as I crossed the room. That surprised me, because you don't 
often see that kind of old-fashioned courtesy very often, not in this town. 

I figured him for some kind of square, a savvy businessman but maybe a bit 
of a hick. 

He was handsome, and flawlessly dressed. For an instant I was a bit unsure 
of myself. I wondered if Slade was the man I had been looking for all these 
years, a real man who knew how to handle a woman. 

Then my old cynicism returned, and I mentally told myself to wise up. Slade 
was nobody special, just another man who would be no different from all the 
others that I had brought under my spell. 

His voice sounded like rumbling thunder as he said, "Good afternoon, Miss 
Clark-or is it Ms. Clark?" 

"It's Miss Clark," I said, "but why be formal? Please call me Elaine." 

He said, "It's my nature to be somewhat formal, Miss Clark. And I always 
follow my own nature." 

I smiled politely, but inwardly I was boiling mad. You son of a bitch, I 
said to myself, you sure cut me dead. I promised myself that I'd make him 
eat his words before I was finished with him. 

He said, "I've been examining the work you and your department have been 
turning out, Miss Clark. It's good-damned good, in fact." 

I knew that it was good, but that damned Slade had so unnerved me with that 
Miss Clark business, that I smiled in relief at his compliment. Of course, I 
immediately hated myself for showing that kind of weakness. 

He said, "Effective use of the media is our first and best line of attack in 
this business. You've done some fine work, and I believe that you can do 
even better without having some of the other departments second-guess you 
all the time. In the future, I'll be coordinating your department's efforts 
myself." 

That was good to hear. It meant that Slade and I would be working very 
closely. That would give me plenty of opportunities to work on him. 

I crossed my legs. I did it nice and slowly, so that he could get a good 
look at the goodies inside. I crossed my leg so that my skirt rode way up on 
my thighs. 

Slade said, "Would you please arrange your skirt, Miss Clark? It's rather 
distracting for me to see that much leg exposed outside of a beach or a 
bedroom." 

Angrily I tugged my skirt down. I said, "Well, I never! Whatever else you 
may be, Mr. Slade, it's obvious that you're no gentleman!" 

"No, I'm not," Slade said. "There's no room for gentlemen in this business. 
On the other hand, you're no lady, either." 

I stood up. "Just because I'm working for you, that doesn't mean that you 
can insult me like that!" 

Slade chuckled. "Let's clear the air, Miss Clark. You happen to be a bright 
and talented expert in your field. You also happen to be a damned beautiful 
woman." 

I was glad' to hear that. It meant that he wasn't totally blind! 

He continued, "However, the two have nothing to do with each other. All I 
want from you is your media expertise, and that's all!" 

"That's all you're going to get from me, you son of a bitch!" I hissed. "And 
I don't care if you fire me for saying that!" 

He said calmly, "I never fire anyone for telling the truth. I am a son of a 
bitch. That'll be all for now, Miss Clark. Try not to slam the door on your 
way out. Keep up the good work, and keep your legs closed." 

I slammed the door on my way out. 

Tina Bannon was standing by the water cooler. Three horny executives 
clustered around her, craning their necks so they could peek down her 
blouse. 

Tina saw me coming. She smiled like the cat that ate the canary. She said, 
"He's quite a man, isn't he?" 

I didn't say anything as I stalked past her. My ears burned when I heard her 
silvery laughter behind me. 

I expected to be fired, but that didn't happen. For the next few, weeks, the 
agency was rocked by a whirlwind of activity as Slade brought the chaos 
under control. 

When we worked together, which was often, he was unfailingly polite with me, 
which is exactly how he was with everyone else. Matt Slade wasn't the kind 
of man who played buddy-buddy with his employees. 

I was equally polite and correct with him, but I was burning to get even 
with him. He acted as though I didn't exist outside of the business. 

Even worse than that, I noticed that Tina Bannon was spending a lot of 
nights working late behind the closed door of Slade's office. 

The self-satisfied smirk on Tina's face told me exactly what kind of "work" 
they were engaged in. 

I reminded myself that every dog has his, or her, day. I've known men who 
started off by being cold and distant with me, but by the time that I was 
done with them, they were on their knees begging me with tears" in their 
eyes to be granted the privilege of kissing my ass. 

I worked hard as hell getting our agency's media campaign in shape for the 
coming season. I've read that people work best under stress, and in my case 
it was true because I and my department turned out some of our best work 
ever. 

I rode herd on my department, driving them beyond what they thought their 
limits were. I was determined to show that grinning son of a bitch Slade 
just how good we were! 

I worked my group and myself into an exhausted frazzle, but we turned out a 
jewel of a campaign. It was superb, and we all knew it. 

We finished late on a Friday afternoon. I took a brief outline of the entire 
campaign to Slade's office. I was bone-weary and burnt-out. 

Most of the staff had already left the building. Even Slade's receptionist 
had gone home. I rapped my knuckles on his closed door. 

Slade said, "Just a minute!" I leaned against the wall and waited. I was 
reajly tired. A few minutes went by before the door opened. 

Tina Bannon came out of the door. She was straightening her hair. I noticed 
that two of the buttons on her blouse were undone. 

Slade called to her, "Have a nice weekend, Tina." 

"Thank you," she said-"I'll see you On Monday morning, Matt." 

She grinned as she passed me. She said, "You look terrible, Karen! You 
really should go home and get some rest, honey. Those dark circles under 
your eyes are so unbecoming!" 

"Thanks a lot," I muttered. Tina walked down the hall, swaying that ass of 
hers from side to side, even though there weren't any men around to enjoy 
the show. 

I went into Slade's office. I raised an eyebrow and said, "'Matt'? Tina'? 
Whatever happened to that famous formality, Mr. Slade?" 

He said, "Tina's not only my secretary, she's my friend. I'm never formal 
with my friends. You look dead on your feet, Miss Gark. I suggest that you 
sit down before you fall down." 

I handed him the campaign outline. He took it and began to thumb through it. 
I slumped down into a chair. The chair was very uncomfortable. I knew for a 
fact that Slade had deliberately set it up that way. The office was rigged 
so that only he and his secretary had comfortable chairs. Everybody else 
would have to sit in the uncomfortable ones. It was a charming little trick 
of Slade's to get the psychological edge over his subordinates. 

I was so tired that the chair felt good. My eyes kept closing as I watched 
Slade read the outline. The grim lines of his face softened as he read on. 

My head nodded. I thought that I would close my eyes for a second, just to 
rest them. I immediately fell asleep. 

I woke up with a start. Slade was standing over me, gently shaking my 
shoulder. I looked out the ' window and saw that the sky was black with 
night and the city lights were burning. 

"How-how long have I been sleeping?" I asked. 

"About an hour and a half," Slade said. "You looked like you could use the 
rest, so I didn't bother to wake you." 

I said, "What do you think of the campaign?" 

"To put it bluntly," Slade said, "it's brilliant." 

I knew that it was, but I was glad that he had the sense to realize it, too. 

He said, "It's jam-packed with innovative marketing concepts and really 
ingenious strategies. You and your people have done a hell of a job. You're 
all in line for a big bonus." 

"Well ... thank you very much, Mr. Slade." I got to my feet. I was still 
somewhat groggy with sleep, and I stumbled. 

Slade's arm whipped around my waist and caught me before I could fall. His 
arm felt like a bar of steel. "Easy does it, Miss Clark." 

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm quite overtired. I'm very pleased that you like the 
campaign, Mr. Slade. I'll go now, unless you want to discuss the outline 
some more." 

Slade said, "You look like you're ready to fall over, Miss Clark. I'm 
leaving now, myself. I'll have my chauffeur drop you at your home." 

I protested that it wasn't necessary, but I didn't argue too hard. I was too 
exhausted to want to go out on the street and try to scare up a cab. 

Slade took my arm and led me down the corridor to the elevator. We rode down 
in it and exited the building. 

Slade's car was waiting in front. It was a long, silver-colored limousine. 
Slade's chauffeur, a compact, feline Oriental, opened the back door and we 
got in the car. 

The chauffeur asked, "Where to, Boss?" 

Slade gave him the name of an expensive restaurant in the midtown area. I 
asked him to drop me off at my apartment, but he insisted on taking me to 
dinner. 

I didn't need much persuading. I hadn't had a decent meal in three days, 
just coffee and sandwiches grabbed on the run. 

As the chaffeur snaked expertly through the city traffic, I told myself that 
apparently Matthew Slade wasn't as immune to my charms as he made out to be. 

I was far from looking my best, but my worst is better than most women ever 
look in their lives. An idea was growing in my mind, and the more that I 
thought about it, the better I liked it. 

I would show Mr. Matthew Slade that he wasn't as high and mighty as he 
thought he was! 

The dinner was fabulous. The maitre'd' knew Slade well, and ushered us to 
the best table in the room. Slade did the ordering, and he knew fine wines 
the way a surgeon knows anatomy-that is, backwards and forwards, inside and 
out. 

The cuisine was excellent, and the wines were superb. After we finished 
eating, we climbed into the limousine. I gave Slade my address, and the 
chauffeur drove uptown. 

In a short time, the limousine pulled up in front of my building. I asked 
Slade if he would like to come inside for a while and have coffee. 

Triumph burned in my veins like fire when he said yes. He gave his chauffeur 
instructions, then took my arm and entered the building with me. 

We got off the elevator at my floor and entered my apartment. The sexual 
tension in the air was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife. 

Of course, we were unfailingly polite and correct to each other. It was 
still "Mr. Slade" and "Miss Clark". 

I asked him if he would prefer coffee or a drink. He opted for the drink. I 
fixed him a scotch and soda, then excused myself by saying that I wanted to 
freshen up. 

I went into the bedroom and closed the door and took off my clothes. I was 
so excited about what I was going to do, that my hands were shaking. 

I stripped naked, then put on the sexiest house dress that I owned. It was a 
long black gown that clung to my curves like a second skin. 

The gown was sheer and silken and crackled with static electricity whenever 
I moved. The plunging V-neckline was cut so low that it almost exposed my 
nipples. 

Blondes always look good in black, and this outfit was so provocative that 
it would have caused a monk to forsake his vow of chastity. 

Quickly I touched up my face, adding just a bit of make-up. I never use too 
much make-up, since I feel that natural beauty is the most attractive. 

I slipped my feet into a pair of open-toed, high-heeled black shoes. I 
touched a hint of perfume behind my ear. 

Slade whistled when he saw me come out of the bedroom. He said, "Wow!" 

"I hoped you'd like it," I said. Of course, I knew that he would. There 
wasn't a hetero-sexual male alive that wouldn't have liked what that gown 
did to display my perfect body. 

I sat down next to Slade on the couch. My thigh brushed against his. I said, 
"Now, isn't this nicer than us feuding and fighting all the time?" 

"You said it." Slade grinned. I laughed inwardly as I thought about how I 
would wipe that smile off his face in a few minutes. 

Slade's arm rested casually across the top of the couch. Slowly it worked 
down over my shoulders. I moved even closer to him. 

I said, "Why don't you kiss me?" 

"That's just exactly what I was planning to do," he said. 

I closed my eyes and parted my lips. He embraced me and crushed my mouth 
with his in a kiss that left me breathless. 

His tongue probed urgently into my mouth. He caressed my breasts, and 
shivers ran up and down my spine. 

I almost weakened and forgot my desire for revenge. Slade was a man and 
maybe, just maybe, he would be the one who could finally turn me on. 

But my desire for revenge was even stronger than sexual desire. He had 
insulted me, and I would never let anyone get away with that. 

Besides, I wasn't worried about being fired. I had made a copy of everything 
I and my staff had done for the fall campaign. Any agency in town would jump 
at the chance to hire me. 

So, foolish girl that I was, I went ahead with my ill-considered plan. 

I rubbed Slade's groin. His cock was hard and ready, and I could feel the 
stiffness of it bulging in the crotch of his pants. Slade rubbed my thigh. 

I broke the clinch and moved away from him. Slade's eyes narrowed. I said, 
"I think you'd better leave now." He said, "Are you kidding?" I said, "Sorry 
to disappoint you, but I'm not going to jump into bed with you!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

He stood up. The front of his trousers bulged out like he had a lead pipe 
hidden in the crotch of them. He glared at me for a silent minute. 

Then he laughed. "So that's your game, eh? Congratulations. Not only are you 
an expert at your job, but you're an expert cock teaser as well!" 

"Tsk, tsk," I said, "such language." 

"You win this round, but the game isn't over yet, Karen." 

"That's Miss Clark to you, Mister Slade," I gloated. "Only my friends call 
me Karen." 

"I can think of a few other things to call you, but I'm sure that you've 
heard them all before." 

"Yes, but never from a gentleman. Of course, that shouldn't stop you," I 
said. 

"Name-calling isn't my style, Karen," he said. "I prefer action to words." 
'. "Well, you're not going to get any action here, so you can get your coat 
and hit the street," I said. "And don't call me Karen!" 

I was irked. I had been expecting him to lose his cool and explode in a 
temper tantrum, but it just wasn't working out the way that I planned. 

That Slade was one cool customer. I could see how he had emerged victorious 
from so many proxy fights and boardroom battles. He didn't rattle easily. 

In fact, things were working out exactly the reverse of the way they were 
supposed to. That mocking grin of his was making me madder and madder. 

I said spitefully, "If you hurry, you should be able to catch Tina Bannon. 
She's probably waiting for you to call-unless she's working the bars to pick 
up a little extra money!" 

Slade shook his head. "You disappoint me, Karen. No class, that's your 
problem. Pity. I'm sure that there's a very nice girl buried somewhere 
inside you." 

I said, "There's the door. Try not to slam it on your way out, Mr. Slade." 

He said, "You know what your problem is, Karen? You're a spoiled brat with 
the emotional maturity of a ten-year old." 

"Spare me the amateur analysis," I said. 

"You probably would have turned out all right if your folks had taken you 
over their knees and spanked you whenever you acted up." 

Slade paused for a second. "Come to think of it, it's never too late to 
straighten out a naughty, foul-mouthed brat." 

Smiling grimly, he started toward me. I backed up, saying, "Just what do you 
think you're doing?" 

"I'm going to give you something you've been needing for a long time," he 
said. "A spanking!" 

"Don't be ridiculous," I sneered. "You wouldn't dare!" 

"Famous last words," he chuckled. He grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull my 
arm free, but he had a grip of steel. 

I said, "I warn you, if you don't let go of me right this instant, I'll 
scream!" 

Moving with lightning-like speed, he twisted my arm behind my back. I was 
more shocked than hurt. I sucked in a deep breath so that I could scream. 

,Before I could make a sound, his hand clamped over my mouth. My piercing 
shriek was blotted out and transformed into a muffled sound that you 
couldn't have heard in the next room. 

I struggled like a crazy woman, but he handled me as easily as if I was a 
rag doll. The strength of his arms was unbelievable. 

My outraged cries were weak and garbled by his broad hand as he 
half-carried, half-dragged me across the room. 

He held me from behind, so that I couldn't twist around. I tried to step on 
his feet, but he was too nimble and quick for me. 

Too late, I thought of going limp so that he would have to carry my dead 
weight. By the time I thought of it, he already had me at the couch. 

He sat down on the couch and pulled me across his lap. I couldn't believe 
it, but it was true. He was really going to spank me! 

But not without a fight. I did some fast thinking. He couldn't hold his hand 
over my mouth, hold my arms, and spank me all at the same time. 

When he let me go, I would let out a scream that would shake the walls. That 
ought to slow him down! 

The only trouble was, he was thinking faster than I was. He pushed me off 
his lap so that I was lying face down on the cushions of the couch. 

He removed his hand from my mouth. Before I could scream, he pushed my face 
into a velvet cushion. My scream was cut off before it could get started. 

He moved my arms to my sides, then climbed up on my back and straddled me so 
that my arms were helplessly pinned! 

He said, "I'm going to let you up for some air, Karen, but as soon as you 
yell, you're going right back down again!" 

He did just that. As soon as my face was lifted from the cushions, I filled 
my lungs with air and shouted, "Help-umpfff!" 

He pushed me down before I could get a word out. He said, "I see that I'll 
have to gag you, Karen, which will be pleasure since it will shut off that 
nasty mouth of yours for a while." 

He placed his open hand on my back and pressed down and stood up. I 
struggled as hard as I could, but his one hand was able to effortlessly pin 
me flat on the couch. 

My muffled shrieks of outrage became even more agitated as I felt him 
lifting the hem of my robe. 

He lifted it all the way up to my waist while I struggled futilely. He took 
hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs and off my ankles. 

Now, my nude body was exposed from the waist down. As I struggled helplessly 
my brain seethed with a thousand images of dreadful revenge. 

Slade took both of my hands and held them behind my back with his one hand. 
I was free to kick and thrash my legs, but it didn't do me a bit of good. 

Slade was a clever devil. He kept lifting my head so that I could breathe, 
but pushing it down so that I couldn't yell. 

Occasionally, I managed to get out one or two cries, but they didn't do me 
any good. Ironically, I had soundproofed my apartment so that I wouldn't 
have to listen to my neighbors, and so I could play my stereo as loud as I 
liked. Slade lifted my head. When I opened my mouth, he stuffed my wadded-up 
panties inside it! 

Not only was it incredibly humiliating, but it was a most effective gag, 
too. Then, so I couldn't work it free of my mouth, he took off his necktie 
and slipped it between my jaws so that the gag would be firmly held in 
place! 

Quick as a flash, Slade knotted the necktie at the back of my head. I was 
effectively silenced, and now he had both his hands free. 

He hooked his arm under my belly and lifted me clear of the couch. I was 
starting to get the idea that I had chosen the wrong man to tangle with! 

His one arm held my hundred-and-ten pounds of weight without straining. I 
was jackknifed like a sack of flour draped over his arm. 

He sat down and pulled me over his lap. His hand encircled both my wrists 
behind my back, holding them together. I could no more break free of his 
grip than I could have flown to the moon. 

I was amazed that he didn't rape me right on the spot, which he could have 
easily done. But no, this madman was determined to spank me! 

His free hand lifted the hem of my robe and pinned it under my wrists. He 
said, "That beautiful bottom of yours is crying out for a spanking, Karen, 
and I'm just the man to give it to you!" 

And he was, too. Without warning, his open palm smacked down on my buttocks. 
My flesh felt numb for an instant, then burned like fire. 

"That's one," he said. "If there was ever a spoiled brat in need of a good, 
old-fashioned spanking, it's you!" 

I wriggled on his lap, trying to escape. My frantic efforts bought me 
exactly nothing. The second spank landed square on target, and hurt even 
worse than the first one. 

Even worse than the pain was the unbelievable humiliation I was suffering. 
For a grown career woman like myself to be casually overpowered and spanked 
like a little child was just totally devastating. 

Slade planted the next spank on my bottom with deadly accuracy. It sounded 
as loud as a firecracker exploding. "That's three," he said. 

I called him every kind of dirty name in the book, but the panty gag 
transformed my curses into unintelligible sounds. 

The next spank hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tears dripped out. Slade 
was a strong man with a heavy hand. He said, "That's four." 

I had never been spanked in my life. My parents didn't believe in corporal 
punishment. Unfortunately for me, Matt Slade did. 

Now I knew why spanking was such a time-tested means of discipline. It hurt! 
And, even worse than the hurt was the humiliation of having your bottom 
bared for the convenience and amusement of the person who was spanking you. 

After the fifth spank, tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to beg Slade to 
stop, to have mercy on me, but the gag prevented that. 

My bottom felt like someone had touched a hot skillet to it. The heat from 
my spanked buttocks radiated through my trembling body. 

The next time the hitting, hurting hand came down, I didn't even try to 
escape. Struggling was useless, so why bother? 

My shoulders heaved from sobbing, but otherwise I was motionless as I lay on 
Slade's lap. I was. too broken to resist. 

While I had been struggling more actively, my breast had worked loose from 
my gown, and was now bare and pressing against the velvet cushions. 

The seventh spank came, and was quickly followed by the eighth. The heat 
from my bottom seemed to have spread into my pussy. 

There was something voluptuously exciting about giving up the struggle. I 
couldn't do a thing about my spanking, so why not take it and get it over 
with? Maybe Slade would stop sooner if I didn't give him any trouble. 

The ninth spank wasn't as forceful as the rest, and the tenth one hardly 
stung at all. 

Slade said, "That makes it ten spanks in all, Karen, which is just about, 
your emotional age. 

He patted my blazing bottom. "And that makes it one to grow on. I hope 
you've learned a lesson from this, but somehow I doubt that you will. Your 
kind rarely does." 

He pulled down my robe and covered my body. Even the feeling of the sheer 
fabric against my flesh sent pain rippling through me. 

He said, "I'm sure you're sensible enough not to press the issue, Karen. If 
you claim that I forced you, I'll claim that you begged me to do it. It'll 
be your word against mine, and you can guess who the police will believe." 

He slid out from under me and released my hands. I sobbed like a broken 
little girl, but didn't move apart from that. 

He said, "Well, thanks for a delightful evening, Karen, although I'm sure 
that you didn't plan it to work out that way." 

He patted my bottom. "I'll expect to see you at work bright and early on 
Monday morning, unless you're foolish enough to quit over this. I hope that 
you won't, because you're damned intelligent and competent when you're not 
playing the prima donna. I'd like you to stay on my team, but if you don't 
want to, that's your choice." 

He picked up his coat. "You needn't show me-out. I'll be able to make my way 
downstairs. And don't worry-I won't slam the dOor on my way out. Good night, 
Miss Clark." 

He reached for the door knob. I came to a decision. I pulled down the 
necktie and yanked the panties out of my mouth. 

He was almost out the door when I cried, "Wait! Please!" 

He paused, and stared skeptically at me. He said, "I hope you aren't going 
to make an unpleasant scene, Miss Clark." 

I stood up. I realized that my breast was still dangling free of my robe. He 
grinned when he saw it. I didn't even try to put it back in. 

I raced to the door. My bottom hurt with each step that I took. I thought he 
was going to leave, so I called out, "Wait, please! Don't go!" 

He stayed where he was. I stopped at the door, and "stayed behind it so that 
only my head was sticking out. I had enough common sense to know that it 
wouldn't be too smart to have my neighbors see me with my face wet with 
tears and my bare breast hanging out of my gown. 

I said, "Please, please, come back in, Mr. Slade! Please! I-i have to tell 
you something!" 

Slade said, "I warn you, if you've got some clever little idea about 
entrapping me and then crying rape, don't bother. My lawyers will rip your 
credibility to shreds in court." 

I could see that he wasn't going to stay, that he was ready to start walking 
to the elevator. 

So I said, "Don't tell me that you're afraid to come back in?!" 

He grinned. "I guess I'm supposed to rise to the bait and say that no, of 
course I'm not afraid. Well, as a matter-of-fact, I'm not." 

He stepped back inside, but he left the door partially open. He said, "Well, 
Miss Qark, did you have something to say to me?" 

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. "Please-don't leave." 

"That's a rather sudden change of heart, Miss Qark," he scoffed. 

I said, "I acted like a little bitch, and I deserved what you gave me. I'm 
sorry for what I did, and I would really like you to stay." 

"What are you trying to say?" 

"I'm saying that I apologize, and that I want you to give me another 
chance," I said. "Please stay." 

"Maybe some other time," he said. He turned toward the door. 

I knew that drastic measures were called for, and I took them. I pulled my 
robe up to my waist. That stopped Slade in his tracks. 

As cool and controlled as he was, he couldn't help but be a bit startled by 
my action. I took his hand and guided it between my legs. 

"Feel me," I said. "I'm all wet inside and it's from what you did. I want 
you. I want you to cany me into my bedroom and tear my clothes off and rape 
me. I want you to fuck me. What do you want me to do, beg for it?" 

"Yes," he said, "that would be nice for starters." 

He kicked my front door shut. I knew that what I was doing was crazy, but 
sometimes you have throw caution to the winds and follow your instincts. 

"All right," I said, "I'm begging you to stay. Throw me down and fuck me 
right here on the floor if you like, but please don't leave!" 

He slid his finger deeper into my pussy. I was so wet and dripping that it 
slid in without any trouble at all. 

He said, "Either you're the most convincing actress I've ever seen, or else 
you actually mean what you say." 

"I am a convincing actress," I said. "I'm an excellent liar and a schemer 
and a betrayer. I'm no damn good at all. I'm a first-class bitch and I 
deserve to be punished. Beat me, hurt me, make me suffer. You're strong. 
You're the man that I've been looking for all my life. Take me." 

Slade took his finger out of my cunt. It was shining with my pussy juices. 
He held it up to my face and said, "Suck it." 

Gazing into his amused eyes, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around 
his finger and sucked on it. I had never gone down on a man, or a woman, but 
I'd had it done to me many times. I sucked on Slade's finger like it was his 
cock. 

His eyes narrowed as he watched me work out. After a minute, he said, 
"That's enough. Stop." He removed his finger. 

He said, "Take off your gown." 

Without the slightest hesitation, I peeled off the gown and stood naked 
before him. I didn't make the slightest move to cover myself. 

He told me to turn around. I obeyed. I flinched as he touched my sore 
bottom, but then I recovered and didn't move while he fondled my buttocks. 

"You should see how red your bottom is," he chuckled. "If you have a few 
mirrors around here, I'll show it to you-later. It looks like that spanking 
I gave you did more good than I thought." 

"I hated you for doing it, at first," I confessed. "Nobody ever did anything 
like that to me in my entire life." 

"That's your problem," he said. 

I said, "I know. I realized that while you were spanking me. I need you. I 
don't need any promises or committments from you, or any bullshit like that. 
Do what you want to me, whatever it is. The only thing that I couldn't 
endure is if you walked out of here and never touched me again." 

He moved closer to me. His breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of my 
neck. His groin pressed against my buttocks. 

He said, "You're making a big committment yourself, you know. I wonder if 
you know what you're letting yourself in for?" 

"Show me," I said. 

He reached in front of me and cupped my breasts in his strong hands. He 
pressed his palms against my nipples, which hardened as he did so. 

He said, "I only spanked you ten times. Suppose I wanted to spank you fifty, 
or a hundred times? And not with my hand, but with the flat of a hair brush, 
or even with a leather strap?" 

I shivered just from thinking about it, but I said, "If that's what you 
want, then that's what I want." 

"That's easy to say, but not so easy to endure." 

I said, "If I can't stand it, you can tie me up and gag me so that I can't't 
get away." 

"You're taking a big risk," he said. "You don't really" know anything about 
my private life, or what my desires are. I might make you do things that 
you'd think are perverted." 

"I don't care," I said. "I've never gone down on a man, and I've never been 
fucked in my bottom I know that it's hard to believe, but it's true." 

"That's for sure," he chuckled. 

"All the same, I'm not lying. I can't prove that I've never given head, of 
course, but you can probably tell by examing my behind that I'm cherry 
there," I said. 

He said, "I know one way to find out for sure." 

I said, "I have a virgin mouth and a virgin ass. I give them both to you. 
Take them tonight." 

He let go of one of my breasts and reached for my pussy. The veins stood out 
on the back of his hand like thick wires. 

As strong as he was, his touch was gentle and thrilling as he rubbed my 
pussy and searched out my clitoris. My knees felt weak as he stroked my 
clitoris. He said, "You talk a good game, but talk's cheap." 

"Take me to bed and find out for yourself." 

"It might amuse me to give you to some of my friends," he said. "Men and 
women. I'd watch them fuck you. Could you handle that kind of action?" 

"I don't know," I said honestly. "But I'll do my best to be what you want me 
to be, and to do whatever you want me to do." 

He released me, and told me to turn around and face him. 

I waited to hear what he would say. 

"You're a little bitch, Karen," he said, "but you won't be the first little 
bitch that I've tamed and brought to heel. I'm not making any promises, but 
I will stay with you tonight. In the morning, if you've pleased me, we can 
discuss a more permanent arrangement." 

I said, "I'm so happy that I could cry." 

"Don't," he said. "You'll shed more than enough tears before I'm done with 
you." 

I said, "I-I know that this might sound silly, but what shall I call you?" 

"Master," he said. "Call me master." 

"Yes, Master." I bowed my head in humble submission. "Thank you, Master." 

He swept me off my feet and scooped me up in his arms. I clung to his broad 
shoulders as he carried me into the bedroom. 

He threw me on the bed. I looked up at him. I was afraid and excited at the 
same time. 

He said, "You made a lot of big promises, Karen. Let's see how many of them 
you can keep." 

He took off his clothes. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Slade was built like a Greek god. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, 
narrow waist, slim hips. The hair on his chest was so thick that it was like 
fur. 

Below the waist he had some impressive equipment. His cock was long and 
thick, and his balls were full and heavy. . Of course, what would really 
matter was how well Slade used what he had. Somehow I wasn't too worried 
that he wouldn't be able to deliver. 

Slade said, "Get up, and stand in front of the mirror." 

There was a full-length mirror on one of the bedroom walls. I got off the 
bed and walked over to the mirror and stood facing it. 

Slade came up behind me. His groin pressed against my naked ass. I could 
feel his cock hardening as it rested in the cleft of my buttocks. 

Slade said, "I want you to show me how you masturbate. And, I want you to 
watch yourself while you do it. Go ahead." 

I placed my hand on my breast. I placed it so that my nipple was between two 
of my fingers. I squeezed my nipple and it got hard. 

I reached down between my legs. I slipped my finger between my pussy lips 
and started stroking my clitoris. I was wet and dripping already. 

In the mirror, my reflection had one hand on her breast and one in her 
pussy. It was strange. I felt like I was watching a movie. 

Over my shoulder I could see Slade's face, watching me closely. I kept on 
rubbing my clitoris and pinching my nipple. 

Slade said, "You love it." 

"Yes, I do," I said. 

"Tell me what you think about when you masturbate," he said. "Tell me what 
you fantasize about when you're turning yourself on." 

"There's always a stranger," I began, "a man. I never see his face, because 
it's always in the shadows. But he's strong, and big." 

Slade's cock was hard against the yielding softness of my bottom. I kept on 
rubbing my pussy and breast, sending waves of heat through me. 

I said, "It happens in different places. Sometimes it's right here in my 
bedroom. Other times, it's in an elevator, or a deserted office. It's 
'always where we can't be interrupted." 

My ass still hurt from the spanking that Slade had given me. Little flashes 
of pain shot through it as Slade rubbed his cock against the tender flesh. , 
He said, "This man-what does he do to you? What does he make you do?" 

"He forces me," I said. "I try to resist, but he's too strong for me, and 
quickly overpowers me. He tears my clothes off and strips me naked." 

"And then?" 

"He rapes me," I said. "He pulls down his pants. He has a big, hard cock. 
Sometimes he ties me up and gags me. Sometimes he just holds my hands so I'm 
as helpless as a little girl." 

The fantasy was becoming real me to me as I excited myself. My nipples 
throbbed. My. fingers rubbed my pussy faster and faster. 

Slade said, 'Tell me what he does to you." 

I said, "He treats me like what I am-a whore. He kisses my breasts while I 
cry and moan. He eats my pussy until I'm crying from the pleasure of it. 
Then he holds my legs open, and shoves that big hard cock into me and fucks 
me until I can't stand it anymore." 

The last words that I said came out in a kind of breathless whisper. It was 
hard to talk anymore, because of the way that I felt. 

It was hard to talk when all I could think of was rubbing my clitoris and 
how good it was making me feel. My breasts jiggled as I breathed faster and 
faster. 

Slade said, "I have something to tell you. That man that you were talking 
about, the man of your dreams?" 

"Yes?" I murmured. 

"I am that man," Slade said. Suddenly he grasped me roughly by the arms, 
spun me around, and threw me down on my back on the bed. 

He told me not to get up. He added, "Don't stop playing with yourself. Keep 
your fingers in your pussy." 

I did as he said. I looked up at the ceiling. 

My hand rubbed my clitoris like it was some kind of automatic sex machine. 

Slade went through my dresser drawers and took out some items. I couldn't 
see what they were. In a minute, he came over to me. 

He said, "Turn over on your stomach and put your hands behind your back." 

I was sorry to have to stop masturbating, but I was afraid not to obey him. 
I got on my stomach. He held my hands together so that the wrists were 
crossed. 

He used a pair of twisted pantyhose to serve as a binder to tie my hands 
together. My pussy pulsated with heat. 

Slade said, "I hate pantyhose. I don't ever want you to wear them again. 
Instead, I want you to dress in old-fashioned garters and stockings from now 
on." 

I said, "I'll throw all my pantyhose away. I'll get the stockings and 
garters first thing tomorrow." 

"Good." He finished knotting the knot, then gave it an extra tug to make 
sure that it was tightly and securely tied. It was. 

He helped me to get up off my stomach and on to the floor. I was shaking and 
my knees were weak front thinking what he was going to do to me. ' ": 

He said, "You never went down on a man, or so you say. Is that true, or more 
of your bullshit?" 

"I swear that it's true," I said. "I wouldn't lie to you." 

"But you've had men go down on you?" 

"Yes," I admitted. "You liked it." I said, "I loved it." 

He said, "Ever gone down on a woman?" 

"Never." 

"But you've had women go down on you, haven't you?" 

I hesitated. Slade snapped, "Don't pause so you'll have time to think of a 
lie. Tell the truth. You've had women eat your little pussy, haven't you?" 

"Yes," I said. My voice was low and husky, almost a whisper. I couldn't look 
Slade in the "ace as I admitted my desires. 

"So," Slade said, "you think that it's fine for. others to go down on you, 
but you won't do it in return for them. You're quite a selfish bitch. You 
should be punished for that." 

His face turned cold and cruel. "There's a brush on top of your dresser. Go 
and get it and bring it to me." 

I asked him, "My hands are tied. How can I carry it?" 

"In your teeth, bitch," he said. "You'd beter get used to doing things with 
your mouth, Karen. You'll be getting a lot of practice." 

My brush was on top of the dresser, as he had said. I had to push it against 
my jewel box with my order to keep it from sliding away. 

It took a long time, with a lot of false starts when I dropped the brush, 
but I finally got it secured between my teeth. 

I returned to Slade. He was sitting on the bed. He told me to kneel down in 
front of him. It was hard to get to my knees without losing my balance, but 
I managed to do it. 

I knelt on the carpet in front of Slade like-a faithful dog carrying its 
master's slipper. Slade took the brush out of my mouth. 

The wooden handle of the brush was wet with my saliva. Slade rubbed it clean 
against my face. 

He said, "I want you to beg me to punish you for being such a greedy, 
self-centered bitch." 

I said, "Master, you're right. I am a bitch, a greedy slut. Please hurt me 
for being the way I am. I want you to hurt me." 

Slade helped me get to my feet. He fondled my breasts, making me hot and 
lightheaded. His erect cock brushed against my hip. 

He made me kneel on the bed. My head was facing his cock. His member was 
aimed like a missile at my mouth. My hair hung down over my breasts. 

He said, "I assume that you're not so ignorant that you don't know how to 
suck off a man. Or do you need instruction in that, too?" 

I said, "I think that I can do it, Master." 

He said, "Remember, if you tighten down on your teeth by even the slightest 
bit, I'll knock you out cold. Keep my cock in your mouth no matter what." 

He gripped his shaft in his hand. The swollen head of it was wide and 
mushroom shaped. He said, "Get down on it, bitch. Suck it." 

I licked my lips so that they were wet and gleaming. My hands were tied nice 
and tight. In a strange way, that made everything easier for me. 

It meant that I was Slade's captive, that my will and my body didn't belong 
to me anymore. They belonged to him, my master. 

That made it all right for me to serve him in any way that he wanted. It 
felt good not to have to control my bed partner. I usually controlled all 
the men that I fucked, and told them what to do. and how I wanted it done. 

I had lost the virginity of my pussy when I was fifteen years old. One , of 
my friend's father had done it to me. 

He was a middle-aged man with a wife and three children, but that didn't 
stop him from putting his hand on my knee on that hot summer day he had 
driven me home from the country club when I was fifteen. 

I had spread my legs and put his hand into my panties. He pulled on to a 
deserted side road and we got into the back seat. 

Down came my panties, and down came his pants. He had stuck his cock in me 
and fucked me in the sweltering heat of the car that afternoon. 

Later, of course, I got him to buy me all kinds of presents: a stereo, 
records, clothes, and cosmetics. He was the first, but not the last to pay 
in one way or another for the privilege of enjoying my body. 

That was how my pussy was deflowered. But I had scrupulously kept the 
virginity of my mouth ever since then. 

Slade said harshly, "What are you waiting for? Get down on my cock, slut!" 
He smacked the flat of the hair brush against my bottom so hard that I cried 
out in pain. 

My mouth was wide open as I cried out. Slade grabbed my hair and stuffed his 
cock into my mouth. He said, "Suck it!" 

It wasn't like what I was expecting. There was no real taste to his cock. It 
was like sucking on a finger or a breast. 

But it felt good in my mouth. It fit it like a finger fits a glove. It was 
hot and stiff yet somehow yielding. 

I felt the need to suck. The cock head pressed against my tongue. The shaft 
came out of my mouth and ended at Slade's groin. 

I ran my tongue over the cock head, exploring the shape of it. It was like 
sucking a flesh lollipop. I started to slurp and suck. 

My pussy was wetter than ever and my nipples cried out for attention. I 
wished that I could suck and be fucked at the same time. 

I made loud liquid sounds as I worked out on my master's cock. He told me 
what to do. Every now and then he would say something like, "Harder, now," 
or "Put some more tongue into it," or, simply, "Faster, bitch." 

I was glad that I had never done this with anyone before. I was glad that I 
had saved my first time for a man like Slade. 

I'm a quick study, and I must say that I think I picked up the basic 
fundamentals of the art of cocksucking without much trouble. 

I know that after a while, when I looked up from what I was doing, I saw 
that there was a small smile of pleasure on Slade's face. His eyes remained 
cold, however. 

Once I was going good, Slade began to spank me lightly on the behind with 
the brush. He did it hard enough to sting, but not really hard enough to 
hurt me too much. 

My bottom was already red, and this treatment made it even warmer. My head 
bobbed back and forth as I sucked my new master's cock. 

"You do this rather well, Karen," Slade said. "You lack finesse, but that 
will come to you in time. You'll have plenty of practice, and practice makes 
perfect." 

I was thrilled to hear that, because it meant that I was pleasing him. It 
felt really strange for me to be worrying about a man's pleasure, instead of 
my own. 

That only went to show how powerfully Slade had captured my mind and will 
when he had overpowered me and spanked me. 

Every now and then, he would pinch my nipple and twist it. The pain of it 
was sweet, and only made me hotter and hornier. 

Slade breathed faster and faster. His cock throbbed like a tiny beating 
heart inside my mouth. Saliva dribbled down my chin. 

Slade grunted, "When I come, you must swallow it. If you can't do a simple 
thing like that, then you'll never be any use to me." 

I couldn't tell him that I would do what he commanded, because my mouth was 
full and I couldn't talk. But I was determined to do what he had said. 

The stinging swats came faster and faster on my bottom. They beat fire into 
the soft, rounded cheeks. My ass wiggled as he beat it. 

His balls were hairy and swollen. His cock felt like it had gotten larger 
since I had taken it into my mouth. I knew that he would come soon. 

He guided his cock so that the head of it rubbed against the soft roof of my 
mouth. I lifted my tongue and rubbed it against the tiny swelling of flesh 
on the underside of his cock head. 

Suddenly his body stiffened. He dropped the brush and held my head in his 
hands so that I was in position for him. 

His cock quivered. It jerked in my mouth. A glob of oily liquid spurted from 
the tip of his cock and splased inside my mouth. 

I shuddered, and almost lost it, but I was too afraid of displeasing my 
master to gag and spit up. Instead, I swallowed my revulsion and his come. 

My jaw and throat muscles worked as I gulped the come. It wasn't on my 
tongue long enough for me to taste it. 

It really didn't taste like anything else, it just tasted like itself. Pussy 
is the same there's nothing that tastes like pussy except pussy. 

Of course, at that time I didn't know what pussy tasted like. Later, Slade 
made sure that I found out. 

His cock jerked and throbbed a few more times. With each spasm another glob 
of semen, not as large as the one before it, went down my throat. 

Then it was over. I was crying, but I didn't know why. Through my blurred 
tears I saw that the hard lines of Slade's face had momentarily softened. 

Slade patted my head and smoothed my long, blonde hair. He kept his cock in 
my mouth, even after he had stopped coming. 

I was happy to have something in my mouth. I wanted to have all the holes in 
my body filled at the same time, my pussy, my mouth, my bottom. 

Finally, Slade took his cock out of my mouth. His shaft slid into view as it 
exited my wet lips. His cock had thick blue veins and it was oiled and 
gleaming with semen and saliva. 

He looked down at me. I swallowed the last traces of his come, gulping 
heavily. I said, "May I ask you a question, master?" 

He gave me permission to do so. I asked shyly, "Did I-did I please you, 
Master?" 

"Passably well," he said. "You need experience, but I like your enthusiasm. 
Anyway, you did not displease me." 

I was happy to hear that. "I'm glad that I saved myself for you, Master. I'm 
glad that you were the first to fuck my mouth." 

"I was the first," he said, "but I won't be the last. Not if I accept you 
into my slave service." 

"I want to be your slave more than anything else in the-world," I said 
sincerely. "What must I do to qualify?" 

"Anything and everything that I tell you to do, no matter how bizarre or 
perverted you might think it is," Slade said. 

I said, "Nothing that I would do to please you would ever seem perverted to 
me, Master." 

"You learn fast," he said, "and that's good. But you still have a long, long 
road to travel before you earn the right to call yourself my slave." 

He untied the binder holding my hands together. He dropped the twisted 
pantyhose to the floor. I rubbed my wrists to restore my circulation. 

He said, "Since you're doing such a fine job with that mouth of yours, I 
think that we'll still keep it working for a while longer yet." 

He turned his back to me. "Kiss my ass, bitch, as a sign of your submission. 
That's something else you'll have to do many, many times if I decide to take 
you as a slave." 

His buttocks were firm and rounded and white. I pressed my lips against his 
warm bottom flesh. I tingled inside from the thrill of the forbidden kiss: 
I've had men kiss my ass, but before I met Slade, I would have cut my throat 
before I would have kissed the ass of a man. 

Now, I would have cut my throat if Slade rejected me. 

He said, "Lick it. Lick the cheeks, and don't stop licking until I tell you 
to." 

I stuck out my tongue and laid it on to his curved buttocks. A tremor of 
pleasure rippled through the big man's body. 

As I tongued him, I rubbed my face against his saliva-moistened cheeks. I 
loved rubbing my face against the smooth flesh of his bottom. 

My face was wet with my saliva. I could have laughed when I thought of how 
carefully I had applied my make-up that morning. 

I realized that I must look a mess. My make-up was smeared, my hair was 
disheveled, my bottom was bright red, and my body dripped with sweat. But 
that's how Slade wanted me. Much later, when I was his full-fl-edged slave, 
he told me that he liked to make me all hot and sweaty and funky, because it 
helped break down my personality and my resistance. 

But I didn't know that at the time. All I knew was that I was licking a 
man's bottom, and loving it. 

Slade reached behind him and parted his buttock cheeks. His crack was hairy 
and I could see the ring of his asshole. 

He said, "Stick your nose in here and lick it good, bitch." 

I ran my tongue along the crack of his buttocks. My hair rubbed against his 
cheeks and the backs of his hairy thighs. 

He said, "Rim it. You know what that is, don't you?" I didn't answer him 
with words, I answered him with actions. 

I circled his anus with the tip of my tongue. I heard Slade take a deep 
breath. He said, "I like that. Don't stop." 

I didn't. Instead, I placed the tip of my tongue so that it rested against 
his asshole. I waited to see how he would react! 

He said, "That's good. Stick your .tongue inside me, nice' and deep, deep. 
Ah; that's good. That's the way, yes it is." 

My tongue probed inside his tight brown ring. His bottom cheeks pressed 
against my face. My tongue penetrated his bottom and thrust in and out of it 
like I was fucking him with it. 

He enjoyed it, and I loved giving pleasure to him. I Would have done it all 
night long if he had wanted it, but he had other ideas in mind. 

He pulled away from me so quickly that I was left with my tongue still 
hanging out of my mouth. He turned around to face me. 

His cock was stiff and hard once more. It rubbed against my face when Slade 
turned around. I went to take it in my mouth, but he kept it away from me. 

"Maybe I'll let you suck it some more later, but not now, bitch," he said. 
"There's still a whole lot of you that I haven't tasted yet." 

He told me to he down on the bed on my back. When I had done so, he climbed 
on the bed and straddled me. 

His thighs rubbed against mine, and his hot cock rested against my flat 
belly. He used the pantyhose to tie my hands in front of me, then he lifted 
them over my head so that they were out of the way. 

He stuck his fingers into my pussy. He said, "So this is the famous cunt 
that all the men in the office are dying to get a piece of. I wonder what 
they'd say if they could see you the way you are now?" 

He massaged my clitoris. His touch was soft and gentle, but I was so hot by 
this time that even the slightest touch made me writhe with pleasure. 

He said, "Hmmmm, now there's an idea for an employee incentive plan. Instead 
of giving a cash bonus, I could permit them to fuck you. That would really 
give those executives an incentive to produce. Well, bitch, how does that 
idea strike you?" 

I said, "Make me your whore. I'll fuck whoever you want me to." 

"Not so fast," he said. "Before I give you out to my friends and colleagues, 
I'll have to see if you're any good." 

He pushed open my thighs with his knees. He took hold of my ankles and 
spread my legs wide apart so that my pussy was open to him. 

I loved the feeling of being roughly handled in bed with my hands bound. I 
felt like I was a slave already. I wished that Slade would lock me away in a 
room without any clothes on and keep me as his whore and punish me when I 
was a bad girl. 

Slade's cock dangled from his hips so that the purple head of it was poised, 
only inches from my pussy. 

I was almost in tears as I begged, "Fuck me, please, fuck me! Make me your 
whore, your slave!" 

The tip of his cock rested against my pussy. It felt hard as a diamond. Blue 
veins pulsed on the white shaft. 

He took hold Of his cock and guided it inside me. The broad head of his cock 
pushed apart my gleaming pussy lips, exposing the pink inside me. 

I trembled as his cock head lodged inside me. I was hot and dripping, but 
very tight. Slade lowered his upper body on mine. 

His muscular chest pressed against my breasts, flattening them. The thickly 
matted hair covering his pectorals rubbed against my nipples, irritating 
them and sending tingling currents through them. 

His face was right next to mine. I felt that it would be presumptuous of me 
to look at him, so I closed my eyes. 

He pushed his hips forward, causing his cock to enter me and penetrate me. I 
moaned from the supreme pleasure of it. 

His throbbing member stroked the hot, wet velvet of my pussy. Slade was big 
and filled me. His cock head went deep in me and pushed at the mouth of my 
womb. 

He grunted, "I can see why all the executives want to fuck you, bitch. 
You've got a fine, tight pussy. It was made for someone like me." 

He began to pump his hips back and forth. I moaned as he did so. His cock 
kept sliding into me, making me hotter with every thrust. 

He caressed my hips and thighs. He reached up and fondled my trembling 
breasts. I made high, gasping sounds of delight. 

He moved faster and faster. Our legs intertwined. His hairy thighs rubbed 
against my smooth, hairless ones. 

I felt like I was riding on a merry-go-round that kept going faster and 
faster and faster, making me dizzier and fainter with each passing second. 

It was warm in my bedroom, and soon our bodies were slick with sweat. The 
sweat was good. It made our flesh glide against each other. It, made me feel 
more like an animal that lived only to fuck and be fucked. 

There was a slapping sound caused by his hips and belly thudding into mine 
as he drove those long, deep strokes into me. 

Sweat dripped into eyes and I squeezed them shut even tighter. I felt like I 
was sailing off into orbit and out of touch with the real world. 

The binder holding my tied hands together served as a kind of anchor which 
kept me from completely flying away out of control. 

It served to remind me that I was under control, that I was being dominanted 
by the strong and sure hand of my master. 

My bed had seen plenty of action in the past, but nothing like this. I 
thought of all the nights that I had spent lying on my back with my legs 
spread, waiting for some executive to finish humping me so I could send him 
home and bring myself to orgasm with my fingers when he had gone. 

I wasn't in that world any longer. My life had taken a sudden and dramtic 
new direction. I prayed that I would more nights with Slade than just this 
one. 

He fastened his lips on my erect nipple and sucked it. I gasped and 
shivered.' His cock continued to hammer inside me. 

He would withdraw, pulling back his hips so that his cock glided out of my 
cunt until only the head of it was still inside me. 

I would give a little shriek, fearing that he would come loose from me and 
that that big cock would no longer be attached. 

Then, Slade would thrust forward, burying his heated member inside me, 
making me feel like I was going to faint. 

The sheet underneath me was tangled and sweat-drenched. It stuck to my 
buttocks. I pumped my hips as fast as I could, like I was riding a galloping 
stallion. 

Actually, the galloping stallion was riding me. Slade held my bound hands 
pinned down over my head. My arms pressed against my cheeks. 

My moans became louder and louder, and steadily more frenzied. Slade sounded 
like a bellows as his heaving chest and lungs sucked in air. 

I felt like I was balanced on a high wire, and that I could go over at any 
time. There was an incredible tightness in my belly. 

Slade reached under me and cupped my buttocks in his strong hands. This gave 
him even more control over my body and movements. 

I was babbling things that didn't make any sense. They were just words and 
phrases without meanings that came pouring out of me in my excitement. 

Slade squeezed my buttocks as he thrust his cock home into me. That was the 
last push that I needed to knock me off that high wire and tumble me down 
into an orgasm. 

I had never gotten an orgasm from straight fucking, although I was an expert 
at faking orgasms so that the guy who was laying me would feel like a real 
stud. 

Now, there was no need for tricks or fakery. I was gone. I started to shriek 
in ecstasy as I writhed in convulsions of pleasure. 

Slade stifled me by crushing my mouth with his and kissing me. I kissed him 
back as passionately as I could. My hips slapped against his with heated 
frenzy. 

The orgasm hit me. My stomach felt like it was being put through a wringer. 
There was a fireball in my pussy that set off an inferno of ecstasy in my 
body. 

Slade held my wriggling hips. Come gushed out of his cock, spurting over the 
hot walls of my pussy, soothing them and cooling them like foam poured on a 
fire. 

My eyes rolled up into my head so that only the whites of them showed. Then 
a heat wave rolled over me and washed me away. 

My tensed muscles relaxed, and I fell back and collapsed, all my strength 
gone. I lay like someone in a coma, my only motion the rise and fall of my 
chest as I gulped in great breaths of air. 

Slade let out a shivering sigh, then slumped down on my. He put his arms 
around me and held me as we both bathed in the afterglow of sex. 

I don't know how long we lay there. I think I fell asleep. I know that the 
feeling of having my hands tied made me feel all safe and secure. 

Slowly our accelerated breathing and heartbeats returned to a normal rate. I 
felt like I was floating on a sea of pleasure. 

Time went by. Slade lay on top of me, in me. I liked that. I was glad that 
he wasn't a hit-and-run artist, the kind of guy who pulls out of you as soon 
as he comes. 

Sometime later, he must have pulled out of me, because I stirred in my 
sleep. He caressed my thighs and murmured soothing words, and I soon dropped 
off to sleep again. 

The next time that I woke up, I knew that a long time had gone by. I 
suddenly came awake as I realized that I was alone in bed. 

Slade was gone! I looked at the gleaming dial of the clock on my night 
table. The time was almost three o'clock. 

I rolled out of bed in a panic. I ran for the living room. I heard the sound 
of music coming from inside there. 

I stopped when I came to the living room. I blinked in the sudden light, 
then sagged in relief against the wall. 

Slade hadn't gone. He was sitting in an easy chair, drinking a glass full of 
some kind of liquor and listening to classical music on my stereo. 

I said,-"You frightened me, Master. I was afraid that you had left while I 
was sleeping!" 

"I thought that you could use some rest, so I let you sleep," he said. "But 
you seem to have rested enough." 

He patted his thighs. "Come here and sit on my lap." I went to him. The 
fluffy carpet tickled the soles of my bare feet. 

I sat cross-wise on his lap, with my buttocks pressing against his groin. I 
winced as I sat down. Slade laughed. 

He said, "Your bottom's still sore from that paddling that I gave you?" 

"And how!" I said. "You really hit hard!" 

"Never forget that," he said. "Anyway, now you'll think of me whenever you 
sit down." 

He lifted his glass to my lips. He said, "Here, have some. It's scotch. If I 
keep you as a slave, you'll have to be sure that you keep plenty of my 
favorite brand around for when I drop in for a visit. 

That made me feel a little unhappy, because it meant that he hadn't decided 
to take me on as a slave yet. 

I said, "I pray that you do keep me, master. Tell me what you require of me, 
and I swear I'll do it." 

"I'll do more than tell you," he said, "I'll show you. But not just yet. 
Say, that little frown on your face is adorable. You look like you're going 
to burst out crying." 

"I might," I said. "Believe it or not, I'm a very sensitive girl." 

He put his hand between my legs and rubbed my clitoris. I gasped and 
shivered from the pleasure of it. He said, "Yes, you're sensitive, all 
right." 

He raised the glass to my lips. "Go on, drink some." 

I swallowed some of the scotch. It burned as it went down my throat, then 
lit a fire in the pit of my stomach. 

"Thank you, Master," I said. "That was very good. It helped to restore some 
of my strength." 

"You'll need it," he said. "I'm not finished with you yet. Do you know what 
I'm going to do to you, Karen? I'm going to fuck you in the ass." 

I gasped, and quickly lowered my eyes from his. I rested my bound hands on 
my knees and tried to control the shivers that ran through me. 

I said, "If that's what you want, Master, then that's what I want. It won't 
hurt too much, will it?" 

"Don't ask so many questions, Karen," he said. "If you're going to be a 
slave, you have to learn to keep silent and obey. But, since it's your first 
time, or so you say, and since you've pleased me so far, I promise you that 
I'll do everything I can to make it as painless as possible." 

"When-when are you going to do it, Master?" I tremblingly asked. He said, 
"Now." 

He put down his glass and eased me off his knees and on to my feet. He stood 
up, then said, "Sit here and wait for me. Drink some more scotch while 
you're waiting." 

I sat down. The leather cushion of the chair was cool against my warm 
bottom. I held the glass awkwardly in my tied hands and sipped the alcohol. 

Slade padded off into the bathroom. I heard him opening the medicine chest 
and rummaging through its contents. 

My stomach was tied up in knots. My hands shook. The alcohol was a help, 
though. It sent fire coursing through my veins, and gave me a reckless, 
anything-goes mood. 

Slade came back into the room. He was holding a jar of petroleum jelly. I 
knew what he was going to use it for, and I was afraid. 

I put down the glass. Slade put down the blue jar and helped me to my feet. 
He pressed his nude body against mine and kissed me. 

The kiss helped calm my nerves. He rubbed and fondled my breasts. His hands 
dropped down to caress my taut thighs. 

I loved his feeling me, and wished that it could go on forever. Then he 
reached behind me and took hold of one of my buttocks and squeezed it, and 
my fear returned. 

"Don't be afraid, Karen," he said. "I'll be gentle. It won't hurt as long as 
you keep relaxed inside." 

"I trust you, Master," I said, but my lower lip was quivering. 

Slade took a pillow from the sofa and draped it over the arm of the easy 
chair. He stood behind me and placed his hand on my back and pushed me 
forward. 

I put my bound hands in front of me so that I wouldn't lose my balance. 
Slade bent me forward until my tummy rested against the pillow on the chair 
arm. 

My feet were on the floor, and my bottom faced him. My breasts were pressed 
flat against the chair's leather cushion. My hair fell across my face. 

Slade said, "Spread your legs about shoulder-width apart, Karen. That's the 
way. Good." 

He stood behind me. My uneasiness was even greater because I couldn't see 
what he was doing. I flinched as he touched me. 

"Easy does it, Karen, easy does it," he urged. "Remember to relax. That's a 
good girl. Easy, now. Easy." 

He said, "You have a splendid bottom really lovely. It cries out to be 
kissed." He leaned forward and kissed my soft buttocks. 

His lips were smooth. They pressed against my bottom flesh, slowly covering 
each inch of the tender white globes. 

Whatever else was going to happen to me, at least this part of it was sheer 
delight. I consoled myself with the thought that Slade must at least like me 
a little, to kiss my bottom. 

I felt his fingers prying apart my buttocks. I shivered as I felt something 
wet and warm probing at my anus. 

But it was his tongue, and I calmed down. He licked the rim of my anus, then 
lanced his tongue into me and made me moan. 

He used his tongue like it was a miniature cock fucking my ass. It's an 
incredibly sensuous feeling, to have a hot, limber tongue penetrating inside 
your bottom, gliding in and out. 

I was getting pretty turned-on from that kind of treatment. I wriggled my 
hips and shifted them and pushed them back so he could get at me better. 

He reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I 
was. I was dripping. He, fondled my cunt while he tongued my bottom. 

I felt deprived when he took his tongue out of me. His index finger poked my 
anus. He stuck it in up to the first joint and wriggled it inside me. 

He said, "I apologize, Karen. You weren't lying, I can see that now. You are 
a virgin. You're very sweet, and I appreciate it that you're giving your 
anal virginity to me." 

That made me feel good. My fears returned and I reflexively tightened up as 
I heard him unscrew the cap of the blue jar. 

There was a faintly medicinal smell in the air as Slade took some of the 
jelly in his fingers. He held my buttocks open and smeared the creamy goo 
into my crack. He lavished a huge dollop of jelly on my anus, lubricating it 
thoroughly. I wriggled and gasped as he inserted his finger into me and 
applied the jelly to the inside of my asshole. 

He put two fingers into me and stretched me out in preparation for what he 
was going to do. My asshole and buttocks felt all oily and smeared. 

He wiped some of the goo off on my buttocks, then stood behind me. His hard 
cock brushed against the sensitized flesh of my bottom. 

He said, "I'm going to put it in you very, very slowly, Karen. Just remember 
what I told you, and stay relaxed." 

"I'm ready, Master," I said. 

The heated tip of his cock poked at my anus. I concentrated on keeping my 
muscles loose and relaxed. I was filled with a kind of fearful excitement 
that I hadn't known in years, not since I was in my early teens and just 
finding out the facts of life. 

Now I was all grown up, and thought I knew it all-or at least I thought I 
did until I met Slade. I was realizing that I was still just an innocent, 
and that I had a lot to learn. 

Slade added to my education. The oiled head of his cock pushed back the taut 
ring of my anus as it struggled its way into me. 

I gasped and groaned, and tears filled my eyes. Then the head of Slade's 
cock was lodged firmly inside me. 

If you've never been fucked in the ass, the feeling is almost impossible to 
describe. It does hurt, especially the first time, but the pleasure is 
equally intense. 

Fierce pleasure, I guess you would call it. Instinctively I gritted my teeth 
and tightened up, but that wasn't the way it was supposed to be done. 

Slade patted my bottom and reminded me to relax. It was a very tough thing 
to do, to try and relax when a thick, throbbing cock invades your bottom for 
the very first time. 

Slade didn't push it in all at once. He eased it in by fractions of inches, 
always giving the ultra-sensitive membranes time to adjust to the intruder. 

I gasped and panted every inch of the way. Slade rubbed my quivering thighs 
and my taut belly and murmured soothing words to me. 

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Slade reached in front of me and 
massaged my clitoris while he penetrated me. 

Slowly but surely, he inserted his member in me. The lubrication helped. 
Even so, it was a bit of a struggle, and I was in tears. 

He gripped my hips. Most of his cock was deep inside my bottom. I had never 
felt anything like this before! 

He moved his hips slowly back and forth. After I got used to it, and was 
stretched out inside, it wasn't too bad. Getting his cock in me was the 
hardest part. 

He must've been excited too, because it wasn't too long before he stiffened 
inside me and shot a load of come deep into my rectum. I nearly fainted. 

Slade withdrew from me as slowly and carefully as he had penetrated me. I . 
lay stretched across the arm of the chair, my face buried in my arms. 

He held my buttocks wide apart as he removed his member, so as not to damage 
me. The ring of my anus seemed to clutch at his cock head. 

Then he was out. I really collapsed. I didn't feel torn apart, but I did 
feel very sore and tender inside my asshole. 

Slade embraced me. He sat in the chair and cradled me in his arms, hugging 
me close to him. My shoulders shook with silent sobs. 

He kissed away my tears. He said, "I'll always treasure the gift that you 
gave me, Karen. You're a brave girl, and you've got a lot of heart." 

I said, "Will you-will you make me your slave now?" 

"Well, let's not rush into things," he said. But he was smiling, and that 
took some of the sting out of his words, if not the uncertainty. 

He said, "You've pleased me tonight, Karen, and I like you very much. Let's 
leave it at that for now. Well talk about it tomorrow morning." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Matt Slade slept in my bed that night. We didn't do anymore fucking, we were 
both too exhausted for that. 

He untied me and lay down beside me in the big bed and held me close. He 
gently fondled my breasts and my thighs and my pussy until I fell asleep. 

I was so happy when I woke up the next morning and found him still lying 
beside me. I was glad that he hadn't dressed and departed during the night, 
which wouldn't have surprised me. 

I went into the kitchen, walking softly on quiet feet so as not to disturb 
him. I decided to fix breakfast. 

I didn't wear any clothes. I was naked except for a ruffled apron that I 
wore. I got really turned on by puttering around the kitchen dressed only in 
the apron. It made me feel very submissive and slavish. 

Slade came into the kitchen just as I finished preparing the morning meal. 
The kitchen was warm and filled with good food smells. 

He wore a pair of trousers. His chest and feet were bare. He said, "If 
you're as good in the kitchen as you are in the bedroom, I just might keep 
you, Karen." 

He sat down and I served him a meal of fresh-squeezed orange juice, fried 
eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. 

He asked, "Aren't you having any of this delicious breakfast?" 

I said, "Oh, I can never eat food like this. I have to watch my weight 
constantly." I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants. I said, "But, with 
your permission, I'll eat something later, Master." 

He laughed and patted my ass as I walked away. 

After he finished eating, I cleared the sink and put the dirty dishes in the 
dishwasher. He came up behind me. 

I set the machine to the wash cycle. Water splashed over the dishes, 
spraying them clean. Slade began to caress me. 

The apron covered my front, but my back was bare except for the little pink 
ribbon tied behind my waist to hold the apron on. 

Slade squeezed my breasts and rubbed his crotch against my bottom. He asked, 
"How do you feel back there, Karen?" 

"Very sore, Master," I said truthfully, "both inside and outside my bottom." 

He kissed my buttocks. "It won't hurt as much the next time I fuck you back 
there, Karen. You can only lose your virginity once. It's easier after the 
first time." 

"I didn't lose anything," I said, "I gained something." 

"And what's that, my saucy little bitch?" 

"Knowledge," I said. 

He laughed. I could feel his cock hard against my soft bottom. He rubbed my 
nipples. He said, "Breakfast was great, but dessert is going to be even 
better." 

I got all weak in the knees as his fingers found my clitoris and excited it 
with artful caresses and rubbings. 

He said, "Lean forward, Karen. Put your hands against the top of the sink 
and use it to brace yourself. Spread your legs wide and bend forward." 

I asked nervously, "Are you-are you going to fuck me in the ass again, 
Master?" 

"Not this time," he said, grinning. 

I did what he said. He opened his trousers and let them drop. He rubbed some 
of his saliva on the head of his cock. 

I wriggled my hips as he snaked his long cock into my pussy. I shivered as 
his member thrust deep into me. 

He fucked me quick and hard there in the kitchen. My apron fluttered as he 
rammed his cock in and out of me. I held on to the counter and moaned. 

His rocking hips slapped against my still-red buttocks. He gripped my hips 
and held my pussy on target so he could fuck me better. 

It was fast and hurried and intense. My neck muscles were all corded and 
tensed as I raised my head and groaned. 

He put his hand on my breast and lightly pinched my nipple between his 
fingernails as he fucked me. My face scrunched up in an expression of 
pleasure. 

It was a homey, domestic fuck, with the dishwashing machine gurgling and 
shaking, and the breakfast aromas hanging in the air. 

For the first time in my life, I thought that being a housewife wouldn't be 
so bad, if you had a man like Matt Slade coming home to you every night. 

Then I reminded myself to come back to reality. I wasn't even a slave of his 
yet, and I couldn't be sure that I ever would be. 

He didn't bother with finesse, or timing. He just gave me a good, hard fuck 
that was more for his pleasure than mine. 

It was an intense workout. It must've lasted about ten minutes. I felt like 
I was running a marathon race. 

My pussy thrilled to his cock, but he ejaculated before I could orgasm. I 
didn't mind. My pleasure was still very intense, even if I didn't have the 
relief of coming. 

His semen filled my pussy. He breathed heavily, panting to catch his breath. 
He moaned lazily and slowly fondled my erect nipples. 

He took his cock out of me. Some drops of come fell to the kitchen floor. I 
straightened up. A wave of dizziness passed over me for a second, then 
quickly vanished. 

I said, "Let me lick you clean, Master." I dropped to my knees, facing his 
cock. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue. 

He fed his member into my mouth. He was still semi-erect. I licked the head 
of his cock, then worked my way down the blue-veined shaft. 

When I was done, I licked my lips and said, "You spilled some of your 
precious fluid, Master." 

I pressed my nose to the kitchen floor, extended my tongue, and lapped up 
the drops of come which had spattered on the floor. 

We were both steamy and sweaty from fucking, so we went to take a shower. He 
hung up his trousers and I took off my apron and we stepped into the stall. 

A fine, tingling spray jetted from the shower head, washing down our bodies. 
Clouds of steam rose up around us, making everything misty and dreamy. 

I begged him to allow me to wash him, and he graciously consented. I 
lathered up the wash cloth with soap, and began rubbing it on his body. 

He had a beautiful body. I realized that I was becoming addicted to it. The 
more I got, the more I wanted. He had turned me on, and now I couldn't be 
turned off. 

I rubbed the soap over his broad chest, and worked my way down the ridged 
muscles of his washboard abdominals to his groin. 

You can believe that I lavished extra-special attention on his cock and 
balls. I knelt on the tiles as I scrubbed him. 

Water splashed over me, invigorating and cleansing me. I loved the rubbery 
feel of my master's cock as I soaped it up and played with it. 

When I was all through with his front, he turned his back to me, and I 
washed his bottom. I soaped up his firm, rounded buttocks. 

I scrubbed him and rinsed him so that his flesh was all pink and 
squeaky-clean. I even washed between his toes. 

He said, "You're very good in the water. Have you ever gotten into water 
sports?" 

I said, "You mean like swimming, and sailing, and water skiing?" 

"Not exactly," he laughed. "I can see that you've got a lot to learn yet, 
Karen. If you're a very good little girl, I just might teach you." 

That made me really happy. I interpreted it to mean that he was seriously 
considering taking me as his slave, and I was thrilled to think that he 
might. 

I washed up, too, and we got out of the shower. I wrapped a big, .fluffy 
terry cloth towel around him and dried him off. 

I was very pleased that he toweled me dry when I was done drying him. He 
didn't have to do it, and it seemed to me that it meant that he must like me 
at least a little, and not think of me as just another one-night stand. 

When we were all dry, we went into my bedroom and dressed. I became 
apprehensive, because I thought that he would leave me soon. 

He kissed me, then said, "You've given me the gifts of your body, Karen, and 
I feel like giving something to you." 

I blushed. "You gave me more than I have a right to deserve, Master." 

"Hurry up and get dressed," he said, grinning. "I'm going to take you 
shopping." 

I remembered what he had said about pantyhose the night before, so I didn't 
bother to put any on. I made a mental note to myself to throw away every 
pair of the damned things that I had. 

I put on a pair of black silk bikini panties, and a sexy black lace bra. 
Slade approved of my choice. He hooked the bra behind my back. 

I said, "I like it better when you take the clothes off of me, Master, 
instead of putting them on." 

"There's a time and place for everything," he said. "Now hurry up and get 
dressed." 

I stared in the mirror. "Oh, I'm such a mess!" I moaned. "I'll have to dry 
my hair and make up my face and everything!" 

He said, "I Want you to make yourself as pretty as possible, as lovely as 
you can. However, I'm only going to allow you ten minutes to do so." 

"Ten minutes!" I said. "I'll never be ready that quickly, Master!" 

He grinned. "Remove the word 'never' from your vocabulary, Karen. I warn 
you, I don't want you to do a half-assed job, either. You've got to look as 
pretty as. you can, since you don't know who you'll be meeting. But for 
every minute you take over your alloted ten, I'm going to sentence you to 
one stroke with a leather strap, to be delivered later at my convenience." 

He looked at his wristwatch. "You now have nine minutes, Karen. I suggest 
that you get moving." 

I moved quickly, but not carelessly. I was thrilled because his words 
indicated that we were going to be together for a good part of the day. 

I blow-dried and styled my hair, made up my face, and put on one of my 
prettiest print dressed. I finished in what was record time for me. 

Slade consulted his watch. "You took thirty minutes in all, Karen. That 
means that I owe you twenty spanks with the leather strap. How old are you?" 

"Twenty-three, Master," I told him. 

"Then we'll make it twenty-three spanks in all," he said. "That'll make it a 
number that's easy to remember." 

He looked me over with a critical eye, then slipped his arm around my trim 
waist and pulled me to him. 

He said, "You look perfectly lovely. Any man would be proud to be seen with 
a girl like you on his arm. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to excuse 
you from that strapping." 

"I don't care, Master," I said happily. "I've been a selfish bitch for so 
many years, that you'll probably have to spank me many, many times before 
you've beaten the naughtiness out of me." 

"It will be my duty, and my pleasure," he said. "Now, let's go. I called my 
chauffeur while you were dressing, and he should be waiting for us 
downstairs." 

I picked up my purse and followed Slade into the hall. I triple-locked my 
door, and then we took the elevator to the lobby. 

We went out into the bright light of a sparkling blue-sky day. The silver 
limousine gleamed in the sunlight. 

The impassive Li opened the rear door for Slade and me. Ii said, "Good 
morning, Mr. Slade. I trust you passed a pleasant night?" 

"Most pleasant indeed, Li," Slade grinned. He gave his chauffeur an address 
on the other side of town. Li closed the door, then went around to the 
driver's seat. 

We rolled through the mid-day traffic. Slade said, "Pull down your panties, 
and open your legs, Karen." 

I said, "I didn't mind, Master, but aren't you worried that your chauffeur 
will watch us in the rear view mirror?" 

"Let him," Slade said. "I have no secrets from Li. He's not my chauffeur, 
he's my friend, and my most trusted associate. I've literally trusted him 
with my life, and he hasn't let me down." 

I was very intrigued by his remark, but it wasn't my place to question my 
master. When he wanted to tell me about it, he would: 

Instead, I reached under my skirt and took hold of the elastic waistband of 
myt panties. I raised my bottom and pulled the panties down to my knees. 

Slade reached under my skirt. His finger rubbed my pussy lips, then traveled 
upward to rub my clitoris. 

It was really wild to be driving around in broad daylight in the middle of 
traffic with my skirt raised and my panties lowered and a handsome man 
fingering my cunt. 

A traffic cop on the comer nearly dropped his nightstick in shock after he 
glanced casually in the limousine as it rolled past him. 

There were curtains mounted on rollers over the windows, but Slade didn't 
bother to lower them. He just sat there, calm as you please, with his 
fingers working away at my pussy. 

The combination of his fondling me, the luxuriousness of the car, and the 
exhibitionism of getting fingered in the middle of the city, was a super 
turn-on for me. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my head from side to side. I bit my lip 
with pleasure. I wished that Slade would drop his pants and fuck me right 
there in the back seat. 

We stopped for a red light. That is, the car stopped, but Slade and I 
didn't. A kid selling newspapers on the corner saw us. He looked like his 
staring eyes were going to pop out of his head. 

The light turned green, and the car moved forward. Li's electrically 
amplified voice came through the intercom. 

He said, "We are almost at our destination, Mr. Slade." 

"Thank you, Li," he said calmly. I moaned with disappointment as he took his 
finger out of my juicy cunt. 

He said, "You just can't get enough of it, can you, Karen?" 

"No, I can't, Master," I admitted when I finally caught my breath. "Whether 
it's pleasure or pain, I can't get enough-of either when it's you that's 
giving it to me." 

"Open your mouth," he said. I did so. He stuck his finger into it, the one 
that had been working away on my pussy. He said, "Suck it." 

I went down on his finger. I really couldn't taste myself on his skin, but I 
slurped and licked his finger anyway. I only wished that it was his cock 
instead. 

The limousine rolled to a stop. Slade said, "You better pull up your 
panties, and lower your dress, Karen." 

I did so. We were on a quiet side street with quaint brownstones and chic, 
charming little shops. 

Li came around and opened the door. Slade and I got out. I felt weak in the 
knees, and my pussy was still dripping wet. 

Slade took my arm and escorted me to a shop. It was hard to tell that it 
really was a shop, since the barred window was heavily curtained and the 
door was solid except for a door knob and a tiny peephole. 

Slade pressed the buzzer. A moment later, someone came to the other side of 
the peephole and scrutinized us through it. 

Slade grinned. The door opened. He said, "Go on in." 

I stepped inside. It was dark in the vestibule. There was a woman inside. 
She was dressed all in black, and was thin as a rail. 

She had wide, staring eyes, thin lips, and straight brown hair. She had the 
perfect figure for wearing clothes, long-legged, lean, small-breasted. 

She narrowed her eyes and glared suspiciously at me, but her face came alive 
with pleasure when she saw Slade walk in. 

"Ah, Monsieur Matthew!" She clapped her hands in delight and hurried to him. 
Slade caught her in his arms and embraced her. 

He said, "Laurette, lovely as ever!" He pulled her to him and gave her a 
kiss that made me breathless just to watch it. 

It made me jealous, too. Don't forget, that before I fell under Slade's 
spell, I never took a back seat to any woman in my life, and very few men, 
either. 

When I was with a man, I expected him to treat me like a queen. I could see 
that I had a lot of things to unlearn before I could become a slave. 

I said nothing, but my face burned hot. Slade rubbed Laurette's sharp, 
pointed breasts. She reached behind him and squeezed his ass. 

For a second, I thought that Slade was going to lift her skirt and fuck her 
right there in the vestibule. I don't think that Laurette would have minded 
that one little bit, either. 

Finally, though, Slade broke the clinch. 

Laurette's face was flushed and she was flustered. She fluffed out her hair 
to cover her agitation. 

She made sure that the front door was locked. Then Slade and I followed her 
into the shop. 

What a shop it was! It was a small room, and it seemed as though every inch 
of it was crowded with expensive lingerie and bizarre, kinky clothes. 

I stared in Open-mouthed wonder. There were negligees, and slips, and 
corsets, and bras, and boots, and garter belts. . 

Laurette rested her hands on her skinny hips. She looked like some elongated 
shadow come to life. But she was very beautiful, in a pale, soulful way. 

"So, Matthew, you are very rude," she said. "You have not introduced your 
little friend." 

"A thousand pardons, Madame," Slade said. "Laurette, this is Karen. Karen's 
been working under me-in more ways than one." 

"I can imagine," Laurette said. "But spare me the details." She scrutinized 
me like a suspicious housewife examining a piece of meat at the butcher's 
shop to see if it's any good. 

Finally, she said, "She is tres charmante, very charming, Matthew. So. What 
is it that you desire from me?" 

"Plenty," Slade said, "but for now, I'd like to have you outfit Karen with a 
number of suitable outfits for quiet evenings at home." 

"Of course," she said. She turned to me. "Take off your clothes, 
mademoiselle." 

I just stared at her. Laurette asked Slade, "Is there something wrong with 
her hearing, Matthew?" 

"No," he said. "She's a novice, just learning the ropes. But she's coming 
along nicely. Do as the lady says, Karen." 

It was strange to me, but if that was what Slade wanted, then that was what 
I was going to do. 

I took off my pretty dress and hung it on a hanger. My flesh tingled as I 
stood in front of Slade and the Frenchwoman in nothing but my bra and 
panties. 

I reached behind me to unhook my bra, but Laurette said, "I will do that for 
you, ma belle." 

My skin raised all-over goose bumps as Laurette's long, slender fingers 
deftly unhooked my bra. My breasts tumbled free from the confines of the bra 
cup. 

My nipples hardened the instant that they were exposed to the open air. It 
was very embarrassing, and I wondered if I should cover them with my hands. 

I decided against it, since that would only draw more attention to them. 
Besides, Slade didn't seem the sort who'd appreciate that kind of false 
modesty. 

After all, he'd already spanked my ass red, fucked my pussy, come in my 
mouth, and cracked the cherry of my ass. He knew all my secrets. 

But I could tell from the meaningful glances he exchanged with Laurette that 
I was a long, long way from knowing all the secrets of Matthew Slade. 

I started to take down my panties, but before I could move, Laurette did the 
job for me. She took down my panties and lowered them to my ankles. I 
stepped out of them, unashamed and defiant in my nudity. 

I turned to face Slade and Laurette. She smiled thinly as her gaze ran over 
my body. She said, "As always, Matthew, you have exquisite taste." 

"Thank you, Laurette," he said. "Turn around, Karen, so we can look at the 
marks on your ass." 

I did as I was told. Laurette said, "That's not so much. I can hardly see 
them." 

Slade said, "They've faded somewhat since last night. But I know a way that 
we can put the color back into them." 

I cringed when I heard his words. What he did to me in the privacy of my 
bedroom was one thing, but it was a giant step to go from that to spanking 
me in front of a total stranger! 

For an instant, rebellion flared up inside me, and I was close to picking up 
my clothes and putting them on and walking away from Slade forever. 

Then I remembered all the things he had done to me last night, and all the 
things he had promised he would do to me, and all the promises I had made to 
him. 

The hell with it, I said to myself. What did I have to lose, anyway? Only my 
dignity, and that's the first thing a slave has to learn to live without. 

So I merely turned and waited silently to see what would happen next. 

Slade said, "Do you have a leather strap around the premises, Laurette?" 

She laughed merrily. "That's like asking if the Red Army has tanks, or the 
Pope has crosses!" 

He said, "I promised Karen a strapping, and this seems like an excellent 
time to give it to her. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd get the strap, and 
something to restrain her, too." 

"I have the very things you need," Laurette said happily. She bustled past 
me, patting me on the bottom as she did so. 

She disappeared into the rear of the shop, leaving me alone with Slade for a 
moment. 

Slade said admiringly, "You surprise me, Karen. You're taking this rather 
better than I expected. You're a very cool customer indeed." 

"Isn't that the way that you want me to be, Master?" I asked. 

"Yes, it is," he said. "Except in bed. Then I want you to be as fiery as 
your ass is going to feel when I get done strapping it." 

Laurette returned from the rear of the shop. She was carrying a black 
leather strap in one hand, and a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs in the 
other. 

Slade examined the devices of restraint and chastisement. "Perfect, 
Laurette, just perfect. They're exactly what I needed." 

Laurette quickly cleared some bolts of fabric from a waist-high counter top. 
She placed a red velvet cushion on top. 

She patted the cushion and motioned to me. "Qimb up here, mon petite, and be 
quick about it!" 

Awkwardly I clambered to the counter top. Laurette had me lay down on my 
belly with the cushion under my hips and my chin poised on the edge of the 
counter. 

She slipped a smaller, circular pillow under my face, so it wouldn't be 
pressing against the hard edge of the counter. 

She told me to put my hands behind my back. I felt cold steel encircle my 
wrists. There was a pair of metallic clicks as she snapped the bracelets 
shut. 

Laurette stepped back. "There you are, Matthew. Your beauty is bound for 
your pleasure and her pain." 

Slade said, "I've got a better idea, Laurette. Why don't you strap her? And 
I can think of a few other things you can do to her as well." 

Laurette was glowing with pleasure. She kissed Slade passionately, then 
said, "You are very gallant, monsieur." 

I watched with horror as Laurette took off her black blouse and her black 
skirt. She wore a black garter belt, and her long legs were sheathed in dark 
nylons. Her breasts were naked, with sharp, tiny nipples. Her pussy was 
narrow, and the hair around it was neatly trimmed. She had high, rounded 
buttocks. 

I gasped, "What-what are you going to do to me?" 

"I'm going to teach you a few new tricks, my pretty one," she gloated as she 
ominously tapped the leather strap against her palm. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

I flinched when Laurette placed her cool hands on the skin of my bare back. 
Tremors ran up and down my spine. 

Laurette gathered up my hair and swept it forward, so that it hung down over 
my shoulders, instead of fanning out over my back. 

"Are you afraid, my pretty one?" she asked me. 

"Yes, I am," I admitted in a small voice. 

She laughed. "Good." She held the leather strap in front of my face. It was 
about fifteen inches long and two inches wide. 

She told me to kiss it. I pursed my lips and pressed them against the 
leather. The aroma of leather filled my nostrils. 

Slade said, "I promised her twenty-three spanks in all, Laurette. Of course, 
you can give her more if you want to, but don't give her any less." 

Laurette said, "So, you have been a naughty girl, eh, Karen? Shame on you! 
Perhaps this will teach you to mend your ways!" 

There was a loud cracking sound as the strap came down on my bottom. I heard 
the strap cutting through the air, followed by the smacking sound of leather 
against tender flesh. 

I cried out. All my muscles tensed up. I gritted my teeth. If the rest of 
the swats hurt as much as the first one did, then I was in big trouble. 

The next stroke didn't hurt as much as the first, it hurt more. My face 
screwed up with pain. Hair fell across my face. 

Laurette strapped me with a vengeance. It didn't take more than four or five 
strokes to break me down into a writhing, hurting animal. 

At first, I cried out for mercy. Then I just cried. But Laurette was 
relentless, and couldn't have cared less about the tearful pleas of a 
frightened girl. 

The fact was, she liked to beat asses, and she was having a big time beating 
mine. The strap kept rising and falling on my bottom. 

At first, the pain comes from each individual stroke, but after a while, the 
pain adds up, so that the abused flesh aches even when not being beaten. 

The strap was more concentrated and intense as a pain-producer than the flat 
of a hair brush. The brush leaves a kind of numb feeling, while the strap is 
more like a whip, and burns in hot lines of fire when it lands on the body. 

By the time Laurette had given me the fifteenth stroke with the strap, I was 
nearly hysterical. 

I sobbed and panted so hard that I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My face 
was damp with tears that plastered down strands of my hair. 

I begged Slade to make her stop, but his heart was as hard as hers was. As I 
twisted on the counter top, the handcuffs cut into my wrists. 

Once, I moved around so much that the little pillow which was under my head 
fell to the floor. Laurette stopped strapping me. 

She picked up the pillow, tenderly placed it under my head, and then 
returned to the business and pleasure (for her) of beating me. 

Toward the end of the strapping, Laurette paused more often, and waited 
longer between strokes. I wondered why. 

The answer soon became apparent when she moved into my field of vision. In 
between strokes, Laurette would stop so that she could fondle her pussy. 

Her fingers rubbed her clitoris. Her wiry, tall body was stiff with tension. 
Her tiny nipples were hard and pointed. 

Then, when she was sufficiently excited, she would bring the strap down on 
my bottom for the next stroke. 

The stroke completed, her fingers would once more search out her clitoris, 
and the cycle would begin all over again. 

I found that if I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, I was able to 
endure the punishment a little bit better. 

I kept myself going by constantly reminding myself that I was getting closer 
and closer to the twenty-third stroke. 

When Laurette finally counted off the twenty-third swat, I shivered with 
relief. You can imagine how devastated I was when she smilingly announced 
that she would be giving me seven more, to bring the total up to thirty. 

That was when I passed what I thought were ray limits. It was really clever 
brainwashing on her part, because she absolutely crushed me by fucking with 
my head that way. 

When she completed giving me the thirtieth stroke, instead of hating her for 
what she had done, I was grateful that she wasn't giving me any more 
punishment. 

My bottom burned. It pulsed with hot pain. The rest of my body was pale 
white and trembling. I shivered and my teeth chattered. 

Laurette dangled the strap in front of my face so that I could kiss it 
again. I did, with all the enthusiasm that I could muster. 

Slade stood up. He said, "Be a nice polite girl, Karen, and thank Laurette 
for taking up some of her valuable time to correct you." 

I was so afraid of Laurette that I stifled my tears for a moment and thanked 
her as humbly and gratefully as I could. 

I gasped as she placed her open hands on my buttocks. "Poor baby," she said, 
"Laurette was cruel to you, yes?" 

She bent forward. "Let me kiss it and make it better. You have no objections 
if I comfort this poor girl, Matthew?" 

"None at all," Slade said. "As a matter-of-fact, I had something similar in 
mind myself." 

I shuddered as Laurette extended her tongue and began licking my abused 
bottom. 

It wasn't the first time that I had ever been touched and tongued sexually 
by a woman, but I hadn't been with enough women for the novelty of it to 
wear off yet. 

I had always known that certain women desired my body just the same as men 
did, and I had used this fact to help me in my career. 

More than once, I had melted the resistance of a cold lady executive by 
letting her kiss my breasts, and sometimes, when I was feeling very 
generous, or wanted something badly enough, letting them go down on me. Of 
course, I had never, never gone down on a woman. 

Now, my ass hurt so much that even the light touch of Laurette's tongue 
laying down a broad trail of saliva on my buttocks caused me to tremble. 

Also, she took me by surprise, because I . hadn't expected her to be so 
loving and tender after the ruthless beating she had just given me. 

If Slade had ordered me to go down on her" right then and there, I would 
have, gladly. I would rather have done anything than get strapped some more. 

I suppose that was the whole secret to training a slave. First, the master 
shows the slave that he is ready, willing, and able to inflict pain on her 
for the slightest deviation of the rules. 

Then, alter the slave has experienced the reality of pain, she is willing 
and eager to obey her master's every command, in order to avoid receiving 
more pain. 

Anyway, that's how it seemed to me, from the slave's point of view. Of 
course, at the time that these things were happening to me, I really wasn't 
able to rationally analyze the psychology of slave training. I was in too 
much pain. These thoughts came to me later, when I had time to reflect on 
what had happened to me. 

While Laurette tongued my bottom, I was too confused and excited to think 
rationally. It didn't matter to me whether it was a man or a woman licking 
my behind. 

All I knew was that a tongue licking was a lot more pleasurable than a 
licking with a strap. 

Laurette's cool hands rubbed my soft inner thighs. She took hold of my 
ankles and parted my legs. 

She spread me wide, so that my legs hung down on either side of the counter, 
while my bottom was raised by the pillow under my hips. 

Laurette buried her face in my bottom. I moaned from the pain of having 
something touch my sore, strapped behind. 

Laurette licked the inside of my thighs. Her tongue dipped into my pussy. I 
wasn't wet inside, because the strapping had been painful, and not erotic. 

But my juices started to flow when Laurette's tongue went to work on my 
cunt. She licked and lapped like a hungry cat with a saucer of milk. 

Soon I was moaning, from pleasure, not from pain. After the strapping I had 
endured, having my pussy being eaten so lovingly felt twice as good as it 
normally would have-and it felt pretty damn good to start with. 

I drifted off into a trance of pleasure. I heard the sound of Laurette 
licking and slurping away at me, the sound of my own slow, deep breathing. 

A shadow fell on me, bringing me back somewhat to reality. I opened my eyes 
and looked up. Slade was standing in front of me. 

His trousers bulged at the crotch. As I watched, he opened his zipper and 
reached inside of his pants. 

He pulled out his big, hard cock and aimed it at my face. It was all red and 
angry. He kept his pants closed, so his cock jutted out of the hole left by 
the open zipper. 

He spread his legs shoulder-width apart and pushed his hips forward. He 
rubbed the head of his cock against the smooth skin of my face. 

I extended my tongue as far as it would go, and tried to lick the cock. 
Slade teased me by holding the erect member just out of my reach. 

No matter how I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, I couldn't quite 
manage to reach his organ. 

It was funny, in a way. I had been called a cock teaser many times, from my 
high school years right up to today. 

Now, I was being teased with a cock. I knew the feeling of wanting something 
so badly, and having it kept out of reach. 

I guess you could call it a kind of poetic justice. 

All the while, Laurette kept working her tongue in my pussy. Her head rubbed 
against me ass, setting off flashes of bright pain. 

But the pain was lost in the waves of pleasure that rippled through my body, 
the effect of her sensuous tonguing. 

Slade's desire to torment me gave way to his horniness. He pointed the head 
of his cock at my mouth. I opened wide. 

His hips were at the same level as my face was. I wrapped my lips around his 
cock. He shoved his hips forward. 

His shaft slid across my tongue. For an instant, I almost gagged from being 
so suddenly filled. 

Then I remembered to relax my throat muscles so that I could take him in 
with less difficulty. The technique worked. 

Slade's cock was well and fully lodged in my mouth and throat. I sucked his 
member as happily as an hungry infant sucks Mommy's breast. 

Slade pushed his hips back and forth, causing his cock to glide over my 
tongue. He fucked my mouth like it was my pussy. 

When he came, I slurped and sucked so that I would be able to swallow every 
bit of his semen. It slid down my gullet like honey. 

Laurette's talented tongue brought me to my climax. Her oral attentions to 
my pussy made the rest of my body as hot as my bottom was. 

Slade took his cock out of my mouth. There was a single pearly drop of come 
resting on the tip of his cock head. 

He held his member in place so that I could lick it clean. I extended my 
tongue and lapped up the come drop like a kid licking an ice cream cone. 

I wasn't an instant too soon, because my orgasm broke on me like a tidal 
wave. I felt like I was going to pass out. 

I lay stretched out across the counter top, feeling like every bone in my 
body had turned to molten jelly. 

I was dimly aware of Laurette unlocking the handcuffs. There was a pair of 
metallic clicking sounds as the cuffs opened. 

The cold metal bracelets were taken off my wrists. My hands slipped off my 
back and my arms dangled on either side of the counter. 

I turned over on my back, even though it sent fresh waves of pain through 
me. The overhead lights shone in my eyes. 

Laurette stood over me. She bent down. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. 
Laurette said, "Taste vour own juices, mademoiselle." 

She crushed her lips against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I 
fiercely returned the kiss. 

Laurette fondled my breasts. When she stopped kissing me and broke away, I 
moaned, "Fuck me. Rape me, please, both of you." 

Laurette looked eagerly at Slade. But, to my and her disappointment, Slade 
shook his head. 

"Sorry, Laurette, but not today," he said. "Sometime soon, definitely, but 
not today." 

She said, "You are cruel, Matthew Slade." 

"That's right," he agreed with her. 

Laurette led me to a washroom in the back of the shop where I could freshen 
up. Every step that I took caused my burning buttocks to throb with fresh 
pain. 

As I washed up, Laurette said, "I like you, little one. Perhaps you will 
come to see me again, eh?" 

"I'd like that very much," I said, "as long as my master gives me his 
permission to do so, of course." 

She made a tiny frown of disappointment, then quickly recovered. "You learn 
the rules of the game quickly, don't you, Karen?" 

"I used to think so," I said, "but that was before I started playing this 
game." 

"Still, you play it well," she said. "Would you like it if I asked Matthew 
to let me use you occasionally?" 

"Very much so," I answered. I had the feeling that this exotic dominatrix 
could put me through some pretty far-out paces, and I was intrigued by the 
idea. 

After I had cleaned up, we went back into the main room of the shop. I was 
still nude, of course. Laurette led me to a three-way fitting mirror. 

She said, "Take a look at yourself, Karen." 

I stood in front of the mirror. I turned to one side, and looked over my 
shoulder so that I could see the reflection of my buttocks. 

Now I could see for myself why they still burned. My bottom was as red as if 
rouge had been rubbed into my ass from the small of my back to the tops of 
my thighs. 

Laurette said dryly, "It's the very latest thing in fashion. All the slaves 
are wearing it, ray dear." 

It was meant as a humorous remark, but it kind of brought me down a little. 
I couldn't help thinking that Matthew Slade hadn't yet accepted me as his 
slave and taken me into his service. 

My face momentarily clouded, but I quickly recovered my composure. Soon I 
was so busy trying on outfits, that I didn't have time to feel sorry for 
myself. 

I spent a wonderful afternoon trying on the most outrageous and kinkily 
bizarre outfits, and modeling them for my master's approval. 

I had never seen so many fabulously sexy garments in one place. It seemed to 
me that I must have tried on just about everything in the shop that fit my 
size. 

There were garter belts of all types: red satin, black leather, white patent 
leather, latex, and lace-trimmed models. 

Some of them had fat, frilly suspenders, while others had eight or even 
twelve thin suspenders. I tried them all on, and Slade had Laurette set 
aside all .the ones that really turned him on when I wore them. 

And the bras! I could never have dreamed there were such a variety of them. 
Laurette had everything from fabulous confections of virginal white lace, to 
ultra-sexy black leather half-bras. 

A whole new world was opening up to me. I felt like a different creature 
when I wore those alluring garments on my body. 

No longer was I Karen Gark, the savvy, hard-driving career woman. I was just 
Karen, a sensual being who existed only to give pleasure and to receive it. 

Slade picked out many pairs of stockings for me. There were dark nylons, 
seamed and seamless. There were white stockings, patterned stockings, even 
fish net stockings. I loved them all. 

Whenever I changed from one garment to the next, Laurette would assist me to 
undress. Her hands lingered on my flesh, and caressed me frequently. Slade 
watched, loving the show. 

It wasn't like ordinary shopping, I can tell you that! We were the only 
people present in the shop. Laurette paraded around wearing only her garter 
belt, stockings, and high heels. 

For the first time in my life, I was fitted into a corset. It was a black 
leather midriff cincher, with red lacing and red satin panels. 

I loved what it did for my figure. In a way, wearing a corset was a kind of 
bondage, as the laces were tied tightly and the garment gripped my belly. 

I didn't need the corset to improve my body, because my body was in top 
shape to begin with. No, the corset was just one more piece of sensual 
bedroom wear. 

I tried on more than one corset. In addition to the midriff cincher, 
Laurette fit me into a long line, Merry Widow corset. 

That garment hugged me from my waist to my breasts. It cupped and lifted my 
breasts, making the white mounds of flesh look even more abundant. 

Shoes were not forgotten, either. The purpose of this footwear was frankly 
fetishistic. They were totally impractical for everyday wear on the street. 

But they were perfect for the bedroom. I didn't try on one pair of shoes 
which had heels less than five inches long. 

They tightened the muscles of my legs, making their contours even more 
alluring. Combined with the sensuous appeal of nylons, they made me feel 
like a walking sex bomb. 

I tried on black leather pumps, open-toed shoes, white and red patent 
leather heels. I strutted back and forth, parading myself for Slade and 
Laurette. 

All this exhibitionism was turning me on, and there was a wet warmness in my 
pussy. My nipples hurt from being continually erect. 

A strange transformation had taken place in my psyche. Before Slade took me, 
I had always thought of sex as a tool, something that I could use to get the 
material goods that I wanted. 

Now, all I thought about was sex itself. I wasn't thinking who I could lay 
to climb the corporate ladder, I was only thinking about how much I wanted 
to get fucked. 

Believe me, the workaday world of business and jobs and money making seemed 
a million miles away that weekend! 

Instead of plotting how I could get ahead, the only thing that was on my 
mind was how wonderful it would be to serve Slade and Laurette in bed at the 
same time. I also tried on many different kinds of panties. There were 
bikini-style panties of silk and lace-trimmed satin. There were shimmering 
satin bloomers and incredibly provocative open-crotch and open-bottom 
panties. 

The hours flew by. I was entranced with delight. The last outfit that I 
tried on for Slade was made up of virginal white garments-with a difference. 
My breasts were cupped in a white satin bra. But this bra was constructed so 
that there were holes in the cups where my nipples could stick out. 

My waist was cinched in tightly by a white patent leather midriff cincher. 
It gave my figure old-fashioned hourglass curves. 

I wore a white satin garter belt, which was decorated with elaborate frills 
of white lace. The suspenders were shining white satin with gleaming metal 
snaps. 

My legs were sheathed in white stockings, and my feet were encased in white 
patent leather pumps with six-inch heels. 

I was wearing a pair of white satin panties. There was a slit at the crotch, 
and my pubic bush and the lips of my pussy could be seen whenever I moved. 

I felt like a virgin whore, a strange combination to be sure. Slade got up 
from the chair where he had been sitting, and came to me. 

His arm slipped around my waist. He kissed me chastely on the forehead, but 
at the same time that he did it, he put his finger in my wet pussy. 

He said, "You look absolutely beautiful, Karen. I hate to be a spoilsport, 
but I'm afraid that it's time for us to be going. Put on your dress over 
what you're wearing, and well get going. The numerous garments that I had 
been trying on all afternoon were piled high on the very counter on which I 
had gotten strapped and eaten on. Of course, Laurette had cleaned it off 
thoroughly before putting any of the beautiful garments on it. 

Laurette held a pocket calculator in her hand. "So, Matthew, have you 
decided which of these garments you wish to purchase for this young lady?" 

"Yes," Slade said, "all of them." 

I was amazed, but Laurette didn't even look surprised. She had a knowing 
expression on her face that said that she knew that was what he was going to 
say all along. 

I gasped, "Master, I know it's not my place to contradict you, but you can't 
be serious about buying all these clothes! They must cost hundreds of 
dollars!" 

"So what?" Slade shrugged. "I can afford it, and you need a new wardrobe. 
Actually, it's a rather selfish investment, since you'll be wearing all this 
for my pleasure." 

I started to say, "But-" 

He silenced me by putting his finger against my parted lips. He said, "I 
don't want to hear another word from you about this matter. The subject is 
closed." 

Impulsively I took his hand and kissed it. I said, "You're too wonderful to 
me! I don't know how to thank you!" 

He reached down and stroked my pussy. He said, "Oh, I'm sure well be able to 
think of some way for you to demonstrate your gratitude." 

Laurette said, "It would take me quite a while to get all these clothes aand 
shoes packaged up. Why don't you take a few items for the weekend, and let 
me have my slave deliver the rest on Monday?" 

Slade readily agreed. He picked out some garments and things that he 
particularly liked, and Laurette wrapped them up. 

I was absolutely dazzled by the abundance of sexy clothes and shoes that I 
had suddenly come into possession of. 

It took a long time for Laurette to total up the bill. The amount came to 
something like fifteen hundred dollars., It would have been a lot more, but 
Slade was a good customer and an old friend of Laurette's, and she gave him 
a special discount. 

While they settled the bill, I put on my dress. I really hated putting on 
clothes. I wished that I could wear nothing but sexy garments all the time. 

Slade charged the bill on one of his many credit cards, and then we were 
ready to leave. Laurette threw a black robe on, and belted it. 

She came over to me and patted my ass. "I hope that I didn't hurt you too 
badly, my pretty one." 

"It did hurt," I said, "but what you did for me after you strapped me more 
than made up for it." 

Laurette asked Slade's permission to kiss me. He readily agreed. She 
embraced me and kissed me so hard that I felt it all the way down to my 
toes. 

Slade kissed her goodbye. They kissed like lovers, but I wasn't jealous of 
her anymore. 

He said, "Well spend an evening together in the near future, Laurette-all 
three of us. And that's a promise." 

"I'll hold you to it," she smiled. "You are a beast, Matthew Slade, but I 
love you." 

"That's what all the ladies say about me," Slade said. 

To be continued. 


THE END
