My Lucky Life

Chapter VIII

I drug Sarah into my Red Room. She was getting much better with her movements. I told her to start taking her clothes off as I went over to the wardrobe. I selected a very nice, wasp waist Corset. Mr. Epstein had made it. He had tailored it to reduce Sarah's waist by up to three inches. I would try my damndest to get it there. The corset was made of white silk with blue piping and blue satin ribbon lacing in the back. The satin had a nylon core for strength. It was a genuine whale bone corset too. This particular piece didn't cover her breasts, although it did have a wire under support. I couldn't wait to see it on her.

Next, I opened up a chest that was lying next to the wardrobe. I pulled out a pair of white leather ballet boots. These came to just below the knee and they had a wicked seven inch heel on them. They were special ordered to fit Sarah's feet. I just loved the way a woman looks when she's wearing ballet heels.

I glanced over at her just as she got the skirt off. Those sky blue panties were very damp. I could clearly see the outline of the ring through the thin, wet, silk. My cock was rock hard now. Soon, she was completely naked. Well, all but the four rings.

I brought the corset over to her. She stepped into it and shimmied it up, past her hips, until it was in place around her waist. I walked her over to a bar on the wall and had her grab it. She had to get on her tip toes to reach it. It took me quite some time to get that corset laced up tightly. Towards the end, Sarah was complaining about not being able to breath. I told her she would adjust.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour but was more like five minutes, I had it tightened as much as I dared. There really wasn't that much left anyway. I estimated that I had reduced Sarah's waist by about two and a half inches. I told her she could let go of the bar as I stood back to get a better look. Her tiny waist was even smaller now. The whale bones were doing an excellent job of arching her back. I loved how the under wires lifted her breasts up. The whole look was stunning! She was in some discomfort and it showed. If I could keep her in corsets all the time, I would. Unfortunately, I didn't think the people at school would like it so much. Perhaps over summer break.

Next, I told her to have a seat on a nearby stool. It was time for the shoes. She took one look at them and groaned. Yes, they would be quite uncomfortable I assured her. These boots were very nice. Typically, boots zip, but not these. I had asked for and gotten a lace up boot. The lacing was exactly like that of the corset, blue satin ribbon with a nylon core for strength. They also laced up the back. Getting these on her was nearly as difficult as the corset but finally, I had them fitted just right and laced all the way up and tight.

I sat down, satisfied with my work so far. She was a picture of slutty innocence. The white silk and leather was very nice. The blue satin laces all ended in a feminine bow. I wanted to watch her move. I pointed to where I had placed a bottle of the ointment that Anna had given us. It was on a counter top next to a wall. I told Sarah that she needed to apply some of that right now. She just sat there for a few seconds until she realized that I wasn't going to get it for her.

"Uhhh...Sir? I can't walk in these things."

"Then crawl."

She looked back over at the counter and slowly eased herself off the stool. She was now on hands and knees. You should have been there to see that crawl. The arch of her back was exquisite. Her tight, naked ass was up in the air, begging to be smaked..or fucked, I couldn't decide. That, combined with the ballet heels really provided an excellent show. But what really made it interesting was her clit piercing. She was unable to crawl without keeping her knees spread at least a foot. She looked like a bitch in heat. I told her so and she just blushed.

She finally made it to the counter, but she had to stand up to get to the bottle. As she grabbed onto the counter's edge, she planted the left ballet toe on the carpet. A slight moan escaped her mouth. Her other foot made contact and now she was squatting down, still holding onto the edge of the counter with both hands. She had about a two foot wide stance so as not to tip sideways. Then finally, she stood upright. It was mesmerizing. I couldn't wait to get my cock into that pussy.

She finally grabbed the bottle and was about to crawl back when I stopped her. She just looked so good standing there. I wanted to keep here there for a few minutes longer. I instructed her to turn around and apply the ointment while standing.

"Please. My feet hurt too much. May I sit and do it?"

"No Sarah. You may not. Do as I say."

Slowly, she turned around to face me. The whole image was quite breathtaking, what with the silver piercings and white constricting outfit. I was glad that the video equipment that this room had was on and recording. I would surely watch this video many more times before I die.

Quickly now, because her feet were becoming more and more uncomfortable, she undid the cap on the bottle. Next, she squeezed out a liberal amount of gel. This was going to be the fun part. I knew how sensitive her clit was and I figured this to be a good show. I wasn't wrong. She looked over at me with a wry smile before she applied it. She knew it wasn't going to be easy for her either. I made sure to remind her that she was not to cum.

First contact with the clit elicited a sharp inhale. Her knees bent slightly and I though she might fall over. She managed to maintain her balance as she began to rub the gel, very lightly on her exposed clit. She could only do this for about five seconds at a time before her knees got too wobbly. She would apply, rest a few seconds, apply, rest. I had to stop her finally as she was beginning to move her hips in that oh so sexy fucking motion when ever she touched her clit. I thought that she might cum if I didn't stop her

I was actually quite impressed with her stamina though. She never seemed like she was totally out of control, although the stimulation clearly was intense. She was getting much better. She put the gel up and then slowly got back down on her hands and knees to make the long, sexy crawl back to the stool.

I realized that I wasn't going to be able to control myself without some release. I got her attention before she began to crawl.

"You're a sexy, sexy slut. Aren't you?"

She looked over at me and then away. She muttered "Yes Sir."

"I need that slutty mouth right now Sarah. Crawl over here. You're going to suck my cock. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes Sir." This was quite amusing. I knew that dick sucking wasn't something she looked forward to, but she was very horny right now. The mix of emotions was interesting.

She slowly crawled over to me as I unzipped my pants to free my rock hard cock. As she crawled, she stared at it with a mixture of lust and dread. She wanted to give me pleasure, but she would have rather done it another way.

She was finally kneeling in between my legs. She looked up at me with the sexiest look as she slowly brought her open mouth around my dick. "OH god! You slut!" I moaned. She began her ministrations and man, she hadn't forgot anything I taught her. She was turning into a very good cock sucker. She was continuing to look me in the eyes as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. The view of her face, filled with my cock as those big blue eyes stared up at me with that expression of love was enough to make a man cry. But, that nose ring added a whole new dimension. It was such a strange and sexy thing to see. She definitely had that look of young teenager about her, but the nose ring threw it all off. A strange mix to be sure. Very, very erotic though.

Occasionally, she would stop to caress my cock with her tongue. It was exquisite. I grabbed the back of her hair very hard and said "I'm going to cum right in that slutty little mouth of yours, you naughty, naughty girl." I could never tell if she liked being called those things, but I did know that she liked it when I pulled her hair. Her ministrations got quicker as a moan escaped her cock filled mouth. After only a few minutes, I was very near. I knew it wasn't going to be much longer.

Finally, my long awaited release came. I grabbed her hair harder and pulled her head out about half way. The last thing I saw as I closed my eyes was her adoring gaze. I came long and hard, letting a huge amount of jizz shoot into her mouth. She continued to move her tongue over the head of my dick as I did this. Holy shit, she was really getting good. She swallowed every drop. I opened up my eyes and she was still gazing at my face.

She hated giving blowjobs, but she liked it so much when she made me cum. She liked to see me orgasm, and the knowledge that she was the one who made it happen really excited her. She never actually told me any of this, but her body language and actions did. She was born to make me happy. It was the only thing she wanted to do.

As she made her way back over to the stool, I gathered my wits and zipped my pants back up. My dick was still half hard. It had been so long since we had had any sexual contact that one measly blowjob wasn't going to be enough for me. My cock wanted more, and soon.

I forced my train of thought back to the task at hand. That being the rest of slutty Sarah's punishment for an unauthorized orgasm. I watched her pull herself up and onto the stool. Damn, I loved those ballet heels.

Once she was seated, I produced a white silk arm binder out of the same wardrobe that had housed the corset. This arm binder was lined with leather, again to give it strength. I would also be using the same blue satin lacing to tighten it down with. Getting this to fit properly was actually the easiest of the three garments. Lacing it up, however elicited the most complaints. The thing drew her arms back in a stunning fashion. I was able to tighten it enough to force her elbows to touch, her flexibility had always been pretty good. This had the effect of giving her back even more arch and made her breasts protrude out further than the under wire supports did.

I then slid her stool over a few feet so it was positioned underneath a pulley attached to the ceiling. Next, using a stepping stool, I ran a length of white cotton rope through the pulley. I tied one end off to a chalk that was mounted into the wall of my special room. I tied the other end to a silver D ring that came out of the end of the arm binder. Sarah was growing apprehensive. I grabbed a silver spreader bar from one of the over head cabinets and adjusted it's length to three feet. Then I attached a set of white leather cuffs to the end of the spreader bar. I latched the cuffs to Sarah's ankles, making sure to position her feet correctly. She was closely watching what I was doing. I was sure she had a few questions, but she never asked.

After the bar was all set, I pried up a small piece of carpet to reveal a D ring embedded in the floor. I looped another piece of white rope through the D ring, then through a hole in the center of the spreader bar. I pulled and tied off the rope leaving the bar positioned directly over the D ring. She wouldn't be moving her legs very far.

I began hoisting the rope that was attached to her arm binder. The more I pulled, the more her arms were wrenched upwards. This quickly brought her up out of the stool. Now she began to protest. I ignored her. I pulled her up to a height I thought would be right, then tied the rope off again.

Grabbing two more thin pieces of white cord, I walked over to her. She was still moaning and pleading. I gave her butt a hard smack after I moved the stool she had been sitting on. That seemed to quiet her down a bit. I tied one end of each cord to a nipple ring. Sarah whined a little, but a stern look form me shut her up. The other ends of the cord I carefully tied to her ankles, just below the leather cuffs, using a slip knot.

Next, came a large white ball gag. It was the perfect size, I had done this before. I buckled it behind her head after forcing it in her mouth. Then I drug what looked like a microphone stand over and positioned it in front of her head. This was a 75lbs iron base with a chrome plated pole sticking out of it. The height of the pole could be adjusted in the same way as a microphone stand. At the top of the pole was a single looped screw. The same type you would use to hang a plant. I adjusted the height and position so that it was directly in front of her nose ring. Next, I attached a clip to her ring and the top of the pole. I then adjusted the height of the pole to force her head to look straight ahead. Through it all she was whining in her gag.

I now adjusted the rope that was attached to the arm binder, wrenching her arms a little higher. Then I went to adjusted the cords attached to her nipples. I tightened down the first one, distending her nipple slightly. She jumped and yelled through her gag at this. She knew the second one was coming though and didn't react as much.

I stepped back to admire my handy work. You know, seeing this stuff in a bondage flick, or a picture just doesn't do it any justice. You really have to be there in person. You have to feel the electricity in the room to really appreciate a good bondage job done correctly. It's one of life's most exquisite pleasures. I mean, here she was. A fifteen year old schoolgirl, wearing a very constricting corset and forced up on the tips of her toes because of the outrageous heels. Then you have a very uncomfortable arm binder that's made even more uncomfortable because it's tied up at a forty five degree angle, forcing her to bend 90 degrees at the waist. Then the giant gag that forces her mouth open to it's limit. To top it off, her breasts are immobilized through the use of some very clever knots and her head is forced up to look straight ahead through the clever use of her nose ring.

The immobilization was fantastic. Sure, she could move a little. Mostly all she could move was her hips and knees though. And the only place her hips could go was down or side to side. The corset, however, really limited the amount she could move her hips down. The arch in her back was so great, that she was unable to arch it anymore. Thus, if she bent her knees too much, she would begin pulling at her nose ring. That and she would painfully wrench her arms even more. She couldn't move her feet for two reasons. One was the fact that the spreader bar was attached to the floor in the middle. This prevented her from picking her feet up. Second, she couldn't move her feet side to side, or back and forth due to the combined effect of the nipple tie and spreader bar. All that was left were small movements of her waist and limited bending of her knees. I'm so damned smart it's scary.

The last thing to do before I began was to setup the TV. I had one sitting on a rolling stand. The stand was exactly like what you would see in a classroom. I rolled it over and positioned it about five feet in front of her. Next, a placed a mirror on the self below the TV so that I could sit on the stool behind her and still see her face.

Now, I went over to cabinet and grabbed some fun toys. The first was a leather lined ping pong paddle. This would be used strictly to get her attention, should it waiver. The second thing I grabbed was a small vibrator. The last thing I grabbed was the dildo that Sarah had bought earlier today. She couldn't see any of this. I walked back over to the stool and set the vibrator and paddle down on a small table nearby. Then I went around to the TV and stood directly in front of her, holding the outrageously huge dildo.

"Sarah, today you are going to learn all about pussy control. If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to teach you how to control your slutty behavior." I was shaking the huge dildo in front of her face, like I would be shaking my finger at her. Her eyes were very wide and she just stared at the thing. "You absolutely do not have permission to cum at anytime during the viewing of this video. Let me make myself clear." I began gently rubbing the dildo on her face. She closed her eyes as a tear fell down her cheek. "If you cum, the consequences will be very, very bad. She was mewing and now had her eyes open as I stopped touching her face with the dildo. I held it up so she could get a good view of it. "If you cum, I wont shove this in your pussy. Do you understand? This isn't going in your pussy." I let that hang in the air as I looked at her with a stern face. I actually wasn't going to shove it anywhere, but she didn't know that. She thought I was going to force this 16 inch long, five inch wide monster of a dildo into her sweet, tight asshole. Splitting her in two in the process.

This got her attention. Through the gag I could hear her muffled pleas. In actuality, I would be very careful to keep her on the edge, but never let her jump off it. I was going to tease her until she couldn't handle it anymore, then I would tease her some more. All the while, she would be forced to watch the girl in the Bukake film get showered with rivers of cum. I set the dildo down on the TV stand right next to the mirror. A reminder to her of what will happen if she cums.

I flipped on the TV and started the movie, skipping the credits. As the opening scene began I told her that she was to watch the movie. I moved back behind her as the girl was introduced. A very cute, small brunet who was kneeling on a plastic sheet wearing tiny white panties and a tight white tank top. The film crew was asking her her name, age, where she was from. I could tell right off that she wasn't a pro. She had a big smile on her face. They then asked her if she liked to eat cum. She enthusiastically said yes. The camera panned to show the size of the room and then focused on one of the doors. It opened and in came a line of naked guys. They all had hard ons and most were jerking off. The camera quickly panned back to the brunet who had a look of surprise on her face. She leaned forward to get a better view out of the door to see how long the line of men was. The view switched to another camera that showed the men in line on the other side of the wall. A bunch of fluffers were in there, sucking the guys to maintain their hard ons. There were at least a hundred guys in the room and 20 or so fluffers. Sarah was actually paying close attention, but her eyes betrayed her disgust.

The first guy stood in front of the brunet and shot his load in seconds. She had her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out as he came. He sprayed it all over her face. The brunet just knelt there with her eyes closed and hands on her thighs. After he was done, the next guy approached and he came right away. Sarah continued to watch in horror.

I took a gander at her pretty hairless pussy. I liked the way her pussy looked, so fresh, and unspoiled. It was very erotic to see a pussy that looked like it hadn't ever been used sprouting a clit piercing. The wetness was also a huge turn on. Her outer lips glistened with her slick secretions. My hard on was back with a vengeance. I brought my hand up to her inner thigh and began caressing it. Sarah moaned and looked at me through the mirror again. I pinched her thigh and in a more forceful tone told her to watch the video. She yelped and quickly averted her eyes.

I began caressing her thigh. Running my hand up and down both thighs, never touching her pussy, but getting oh so close. The brunette by now had a allot of cum on her face. The guys were climaxing very quickly. It wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to open her eyes anymore. Sarah was now moving her hips every time my hand got near her pussy to try and make contact. Very sexy.

I continued to do this until they made the brunet hold a bed pan under her face to catch the cum that dripped off. This was a shame because she had just begun to rub her pussy through her tiny little panties. She needed both hands to hold the bed pan in place. Sarah was still watching, a mixture of disgust and frustration on her face.

I positioned my hand very carefully and watched Sarah's face. I gave the clit ring a small flick. She let out a yelp and jumped, causing her nipples to stretch against cord that held them in place. She then looked right at me and let out a long moan. I smacked her ass and told her to watch the damn video. She did, but now her pussy was really wet and she was very aroused. I placed my hand on her ass and began to caress it.

I loved the way her ass cheeks spread when she was bent over, showing her tight rosebud. I began to run the side of my hand up and down the valley of her sweet ass. She began to move her hips in rhythm. The brunet was now covered in cum. Twenty guys must have blown their load on her face. Sarah had her eyes half shut, I didn't think she was paying close enough attention. I grabbed the paddle and smacked her thigh. She jumped once more and began watching the TV. I didn't even have to say anything.

I started playing with her asshole now. Using my thumb, I put some pressure on it. She actually pushed back. This surprised me. I thought she didn't like having her ass penetrated. I guess any stimulation was better than no stimulation. I continued my manipulations, but I never stuck my thumb in her ass. She seemed to be paying attention to the video. This went on for a few minutes. I noticed a drip of fluid from her pussy hit the carpet. She was practically gushing. A small drop of girl cream was hanging from her clit ring. Stunning!

I flicked the ring once more. She jumped a little this time. I think she was getting the hang of the nipple bondage. Making sure she was still paying attention to the cum covered brunet, I grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. It was a small, battery powered unit that had only one setting. She glanced at me when she heard the buzz, but only for a second.

I touched it very lightly on her inner thigh...just a fraction of an inch below her mound. She moaned with wanton lust as she closed her eyes. I pulled on the cord attached to one of her nipples. "PAY ATTENTION SLUT!" I could tell that she was going to need to be reminded often. She simply wasn't learning.

I began running the vibrator up one thigh and down the other, never quite touching her pussy. She was becoming very frustrated now. Her moans became whines and her juice kept on flowing. It was soo sexy to watch her move as I did this. Every time I got near her pussy with the vibrator, she would bend her knees to bring her pussy lower, trying to get even a tiny bit of contact with it. What was so hot about this was the fact that when she bent her knees much, the heels on her ballet boots would come off the ground, putting even more pressure on her toes. I was sure this was painful for her, but her desire for pleasure far outweighed her desire to limit the pain.

I placed the vibrator on her asshole and applied a tiny amount of pressure. She reciprocated by pushing back as much as her bonds would allow. Slowly, very slowly, I slid the vibrator down past her asshole to just above where her slit started. She was going out of her mind. All she wanted was an orgasm. I wondered if she had forgotten about the gigantic dildo. Maybe, maybe not. I felt it was a good time to remind her though.

I grabbed the remote and muted the TV. She looked at me with lust filled eyes, never stopping her gyrations. "Remember Sarah, that dildo is not going in your pussy." Her eyes went back to the big dildo, but she didn't stop moving her hips. Maybe she didn't care. Maybe, right now, she wanted it shoved deep inside her asshole. I unmuted the TV and smacked her ass once again, admonishing her to continue watching it.

Well, I would give her a little taste of what she seemed to want then. I got up and walked over to another drawer. I rummaged around a few seconds and pulled out a polished stainless, five inch long, one inch wide vibrator. I turned it on to test the batteries and seeing that they were still fresh, turned it back off and sat back down on the stool.

I placed the vibrator, unlubed and turned off, against her asshole. She, once again, pushed back. Once she did, I gave a firm shove forward on the vibrator. It sunk in about three inches before she jerked forward. This caused the vibrator to exit her ass. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought. Now we would have to do this again. She was watching me now. This time her eyes were wide with surprise. I touched her asshole again with the vibrator and told her to watch the movie as I pushed firmly. The vibrator went in about four inches before I stopped.

She now pushed back towards me, trying to fuck herself deeper. I looked at her again and her face was flushed with lust and pain. The dry vibrator was sure to cause some discomfort at first, but she was so turned on right now that she didn't care. Still, she kept her eyes on the movie, only occasionally rolling them to the back of her head in ecstasy. I had to be very careful here. She was right on the edge and I knew that much more of this would push her right over it.

I let go of the vibrator. Just left it shoved deep in her ass. That was something to see. She was now gyrating her hips, but nothing was happening. Just one inch of the vibrator was showing. She groaned through her gag in frustration. I got the paddle and swatted her ass three times. "Watch the movie, slut." She settled down, occasionally jerking her hips as small spasms of pleasure struck her.

By now, the bed pan was half full. The brunet's hair was caked with cum and rivers of the stuff were draining down her face and into the bedpan. In the background, the guys who had jerked off on her already, were now getting their dicks sucked by the fluffers. When one of the guys came, he would shoot it into two gallon bucket. The finally was going to be fantastic.

I kept my hands away from Sarah for a few minutes. I wanted her to come down off her high a little. Not too much mind you, just a little. Eventually she began to feel the pain again from the strict bondage. She was now standing still, only moving to relieve some pressure from one of her aching joints. I knew it was time start again.

I reached over and flipped the vibrator on to low. This brought a coo from Sarah's gag stuffed mouth. She ever so slightly began to gyrate her hips again. Just small, barely imperceptible motions. I left the vibrator like this for several minutes. It seemed to rekindle much of her lust, but she never quite got to the edge.

Next, I grabbed the smaller vibrator and flipped it on. Very carefully, so as to surprise her, I brought it up to her clit ring. It was buzzing with a ferocity that was sure to send a lightning bolt of pleasure straight into he brain. Ever so gently, I brushed it up against the hanging clit ring. The ring danced for just a fraction of a second. And during that fraction I wondered if I had gone too far. She convulsed. The vibrator that was shoved in her ass slid out a few inches as she contracted her sphincter. I quickly removed the vibrator. She now had her eyes closed and was breathing very heavily.

Dare I shove the ass vibe back into her? I did and she almost came. It was soo close for her. It was just barely out of reach. She was now sobbing and begging me to let her cum through the gag. What a beautiful thing.

As her hip movements slowed down, and came to a stop I reached over to the ass vibe and slid it in and out of her, very slowly a few times. She began moving her hips. I shoved it all the way back in and flipped it up to high. I wondered how much of that she could take.

She wasn't paying any attention to the TV now so I grabbed the paddle and gave her ass a hard smack. She reluctantly opened her eyes all the while she was making little mewing sounds and gyrating her hips so much that she would stretch the nipple cords on her upswing. Damn, I bet she would give anything to cum right now. and it was building rather quickly.

Her pussy was flowing, drool had escaped from behind the gag and began dripping down her chin. Her eyes were only half open. She wasn't really paying any attention to the TV. Her sounds now changed to short quiet grunts. It was very, very near. I kept a close eye on her and at just the right moment, I quickly yanked the vibrator out of her ass. Her eyes shot open and she looked at me, soon realizing that I wasn't going to finish the job. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes as she continued to gyrate her hips in a futile attempt to find relief. It was so sexy to see her sphincter opening and shutting, searching for the vibrator that was no longer there.

I pried my eyes off her sex and grabbed the paddle once more. I smacked her ass five times. Through the pain, she managed to refocus her attention, at least partially on the video. A half minute later, I replaced the vibrator. It was now set on it's 'low' setting. I swatted her again telling her that the finally was coming and I didn't want her to miss it.

Somewhere along the way, the brunet had dumped the contents of the bedpan on her hair and face. She now had so much cum on her, I couldn't make out her facial features. Cum had soaked her tight tank top and panties. Puddles of cum were in the folds of the plastic sheet she kneeled on. In the background the two gallon bucket was half way filled up and most of the guys had left the room. I figured that just these five were left. The fluffers in the meantime were bobbing their heads to elicit one more load form each. After a few minutes, all the guys had cum and left the room. Now it was just two fluffers and the camera crew. I made sure that Sarah was watching the spectacle.

The fluffers each grabbed one side of the bucket and brought it over to the brunet. The director positioned them so the camera could get a good shot of this. I smacked Sarah's ass to make sure she was paying attention to the TV and not the vibrator shoved up her ass. She was.

The director then told the brunet to tilt her head back and open her mouth. As she opened it, globs of cum fell inside and she began to lick her lips clean. Just then, the fluffers started pouring one gallon of cum on her face. Their aim was good. A huge amount of cum managed to pour into the brunet's mouth before she closed it and tilted her head back down in a reflexive reaction to try and maintain her breath. She started coughing, cum spurting out of her mouth. The fluffers poured the rest all over her hair until only a small trickle of gooey cum came out of the bucket. They set the bucket down and left as the camera did a close pan up and down the brunet's body.

It finally focused on her face as she was wiping the cum out of her eyes. The director asked if she still liked eating cum. She gave a little chuckle and said no. The picture faded to black.

I need to explain two things to you. Sarah had long ago, when we first began to fool around, told me that her hymen wasn't intact. She explained that she was a virgin, but she had accidentally popped her cherry once when she masturbated. This was somewhat disappointing, but I couldn't do anything about it.

The second thing was that I didn't have to worry about getting her pregnant. When I was in high school, I had had a very unfortunate sports accident. It had left me with a very low sperm count. Oh, don't worry, every thing is in place and functioning, it just doesn't function properly.

It's actually very convenient. As long as I know my partner is disease free, like Sarah is, I don't have to wear any protection. Also, I can get a girl pregnant anytime I want. I'm a rich man remember? I can afford the cost of invitro fertilization.

So, this was it. This was the moment I had waited for. I was going to fuck my slutty angel for the first time. Over the past month, I had carefully planned this day. The day I would make her mine forever. I had made some mistakes, but everything had turned out for the better.

I had long ago decided that her first time was going to be under strict bondage. I wanted to be sure that she knew who owned her pussy. I wanted her to realize that I would take it whenever, and wherever I pleased. No soft, romantic love making now. Perhaps later, but not for her first time.

I wanted the event to be dramatic in a most memorable manner. I knew that she wouldn't soon forget her first fuck if she was strung up like she was right now, helpless and unable to contribute to, or deny my advances. Yes, she would realize at this moment that I had complete and total control over her. Even something as delicate and precious as her virginity couldn't satiate my desire.

She was looking at me now, probably expecting to be let down. I stood up and her eyes followed me. I had decided to leave the vibrator in her ass as I took her virginity. This would make very plain the fact that she was my plaything. If I wanted to rip her virginity from her as she was being fucked in the ass by a metal vibrator, I would..and could. I wanted it to be crystal clear what this was all about. Power and control. Not some loving, delicate act. There was plenty of time for that later.

In the same vein, I wanted her to enjoy the experience. I wanted her to have a thunderous orgasm. I wanted her to enjoy being treated like a fuck toy. I wanted any doubt about that fact to be erased right here and now, and I could think of no better way than to defile her virginity while she was strung up like a sex toy, all the while cumming like a true slut. That's one of the reasons for denying her orgasms over the last hour. Her pussy was hot, bothered and ready for my cock, even if her brain wasn't.

This would be a defining moment for her. A life changing moment. If all goes as planned, she will never think of sex the same way again. No, the 'knight in shining armor' fantasy will die right here and now.

I unzipped my pants and let them drop to the carpet. I stepped out of them. My cock was trying in vain to burst through my boxers. Sarah now had a very surprised look on her face. She realized what was about to happen. She began to coo as she moved in her bonds. Her height was just about perfect. The ballet shoes brought her pussy right to the level of my cock.

I dropped my boxers and stepped behind her. As I ran my cock up and down her ass crack I told her that she was allowed to cum as much as she wanted. She closed her eyes, impatiently awaiting my entry.

I placed the head of my dick on her pussy lips, as I steadied her with my free hand. She stopped moving, readying herself for my thrust. I took one last look into the mirror and her eyes were shut in anticipation.

I quickly drove my cock all the way into her pussy and I started sawing back and forth very roughly. As my groin came into contact with her ass it made a sharp loud slapping sound and I could feel the vibrator hitting my stomach. I got about five thrusts completed before Sarah shuddered and began to scream in pure ecstasy. It was a thing of beauty. Her body convulsed as her scream grew onto loud, high pitched grunts. Her pent up arousal let itself all out in one violent orgasm.

I grabbed her tiny, corset restricted waist with both hands to steady myself against her furious movements. Although I couldn't see it, I knew she was stretching her nipples a great deal, adding a bit of pain to the unbelievable pleasure she was now experiencing.

Her pussy was spasming also, milking my cock. Trying to suck it deeper. I continued my animal like thrusts for a few more seconds before I too exploded. It was the most fantastic orgasm I had ever had. My spasming cock only added to the many sensations she was experiencing. She just kept on cumming and cumming and cumming as I continued to pump my jizm into her.

I saw the face of god! It was a truly religious experience. Even after I had spurted the last of my cum, she continued to shudder. Finally, as my dick grew limp, she slumped in her bonds. Her knees bending as much as the arm binder would allow. She rested her nose on the pole and took as deep a breaths as the corset permitted.

Eventually, I pulled out of her and crashed back onto the stool. We stayed like that for several minutes. She moved first, straightening her knees to relieve the stain on her shoulders. I reached out and caressed her inner thigh. She mewed at the touch. I brought my hand up to the vibrator and pulled it out. Her cunt was still occasionally spasming and I saw a tiny bit of my white fluid leak out.

I realized that she had been in this position for over an hour. I knew the shoes wouldn't do any permanent harm, their craftsmanship being of the highest quality, but I knew her feet were in considerable discomfort. I gathered myself and raised up off the stool, grabbing my boxers and pulling them up as I went. I spent the next few minutes undoing her nipple ropes, nose clip, the rope holding her spreader bar to the floor and the rope holding her arm binder up. Gently, I laid her on the carpet.

She rolled to her side and gazed up at me with complete love and affection. She was still in a state of bliss. I sat back down on the stool and looked upon my bound angel, lying there helpless and loving it. Soon though, my cock started to get hard again. I really thought I was done, but I surprised myself. I guess the weeks of anticipation really had an effect on me.

She noticed the erection too as it tightened against my boxers. A smile developed around her gagged mouth. She thought she was going to get fucked again, and she was right. Only this time I had decided to fuck that sweet ass.

I figured there was no better way to drive my point home, that being, her deflowering didn't make her a woman, it made her a fuck slut. I was going to ride that tight little ass hole until I came or passed out.

I got off my stool and grabbing her arm binder, flipped her back on her stomach. I then pulled her until her ass was off the ground. She was on her knees , face down in the carpet. She was cooing again, wanting my cock. I wondered if she would still want it after she knew where it was going.

I shed my boxers again and fisted my shaft as I positioned myself behind her splayed legs. Then I rubbed my cock up and down her ass crack. My dick was still lubed up fairly well from the fuck I had a few minutes ago. I was glad it was, I didn't want to hurt her too bad.

I placed the head of my dick against her asshole and she yelped in fright. Now she knew where it was going. She fruitlessly tried to crawl forward, but I just grabbed a handful of hair and forced the head of my rock hard cock inside.

Her eyes were wide open now as she grunted from the unwanted penetration. I thrust farther inside and without too much difficulty buried my shaft deep inside her asshole. She was no longer trying to move away. I was unsure if she realized the futility of it, if she was actually facilitating her own ass rape, or if the movement increased the pain.

I really didn't care either way. I was too occupied with the intense pleasure I was feeling at this moment. Even though the vibrator had loosened her ass hole, it still wrapped around my shaft like a second skin. My dick has a much wider girth than that vibrator.

I kept my cock shoved in her ass like this. I didn't pump, I didn't move. I had fucked a few other girls in the ass, but I had never fucked anyone in the ass for the first time. I had sure as hell never felt an ass as tight as this one. Even after all the anal training we had done before...even after I had used that vibrator on her ass, it still felt like a virgin hole. Unbelievable.

I looked down at her face, and saw that her eyes were tightly shut. It seemed that she just wanted it over with, but I wasn't about to comply. Despite the tightness, despite the novelty, despite the way her sphincter kept contracting around my cock, I knew that this was going to be quite a long ride. It was bound to be what with the two previous orgasms I had experienced within an hour and a half of each other. She was going to get ass fucked and good.

I slapped her ass and this caused her to open her eyes. She craned her neck to look back at me. Her face pleaded with me, but she never uttered a sound. "Who's ass is this?" I slapped it again. She just looked at me. I pulled my cock back and slammed it home. "Who's ass is this?" I said louder. She quietly muttered something from around her gag. That wasn't good enough. I pulled all the way out and immediately slammed back into her. She let out a grunt "Who's is it?" A louder, garbled and grunted 'yours' escaped her. I thrust again. "That's right slut. It's mine! My ass." I thrust again. "My cunt." I thrust again. "My fuck toy." I thrust again. "Say it slut. What are you?"

"Ooouu puck poy" came her gagged reply.

I began to slide my cock in and out of her ass in a slow steady rhythm. "That's right. Don't forget it." In and out, in and out. "You're my fuck toy." She began moving her hips in rhythm now. Yes, I knew her body would betray her. Physically, she became very aroused when her ass was played with. I knew this from previous occasions when I had used a plug and the one time she actually came from that vibrating egg. Mentally, I knew, she didn't much care for it though.

Still, she couldn't stop herself from wanting it. She began rotating her pelvis to try and gain some contact with her pussy. I continued to fuck her in a slow, steady rhythm. After a few minutes of this, She began to grunt every time my cock went deep. She was a slutty little whore.

I began slapping her ass as I drove my cock deep. Eventually, I began to speed up. Faster, faster, faster. I still smacked her now red ass and she still moved her body in a sexual rhythm with my penetrations. Her eyes were closed again, this time in rapture. She was now breathing in a shallow staccato fashion. It wouldn't be long before she came.

I really started to drive it home and seconds later her body convulsed with the first wave of multiple orgasms. I continued to drill her ass as she writhed and screamed and shook. It lasted for what seemed like days. I knew she would cum, I had counted on it, but I didn't think she would explode like this. It was volcanic. Nearly the equivalent to her earlier orgasm. I was actually quite surprised... and pleased.

The movements hastened my own orgasm. It had been building over the past ten minutes and was now at a full boil. As I continued to thrust ever harder, it continued to grow. I came just as Sarah was coming down off her own high. It was fantastic. Even though my balls were nearly empty, It felt just as good as the cum I had only a few minutes ago.

Sadly, I had been fucking her for only about fifteen minutes. Much shorter than I had anticipated. It was impossible to maintain one's composure while fucking such a lovely, tight ass. However, I was sure to get allot of practice at increasing my stamina in the very near future.

I finally pulled my semi flaccid dick out of her asshole. It continued to stay wide open for a few minutes. SOOO slutty. Damn, this was fun! I couldn't decide which aspect I liked more. Was it the dominance? Was it the bondage? Was it the fact that I was doing all these things to an inexperienced young girl? Who cares? All I knew was that I liked it...ALOT.

She had been in the arm binder for an hour and a half. I knew it needed to come off, but I had to recover first. Eventually, I began undoing the lacing. Gently, very gently, I positioned her sore, tired and motionless arms at her side. Next, I unbuckled the gag. After I removed it, I massaged the her jaw, trying to ease her discomfort.

Soon, though she was able to flip herself over on her back. She gazed up at me as I began taking the spreader bar off her ankles. I looked up, in between her legs and saw that her pussy was glistening and a bit of cum ran out of her still gaping ass hole. I figured she needed a drink, what with all the liquid she had shed.

I walked out to the kitchen and got us each a bottle of water. She was still laying on the floor as I came back in the room. She had her eyes closed, but at the sound of my movements, she opened them to look at me. I silently handed her the water. She sat up with a little groan, her body was obviously quite sore. She grabbed the water and greedily drank it all down in about thirty seconds.

"May I take the shoes off, Sir?" She queried.

"Do your feet hurt much?"

"Not to terribly bad, but they did when I was standing."

"Interesting. So, your saying that just having them on doesn't hurt so much?"

She nodded her head. "Yes Sir, not too bad. You know, they just ache a little."

"Well, lets have a look." I set my water bottle down and began to untie the lacing to her boots. Slowly, I peeled them off. I gently took hold of one of her feet and began moving it around. She sucked in her breath a little as I began to pivot the foot into a normal position.

"Does that hurt?"

"They're just a little stiff, that's all."

I knew that the foot can be trained to wear ballet heels all the time. I also knew that almost always the training led to permanent tendon damage. Well, not really damage so much as a shortening of the Achilles Tendon. This condition caused the foot to be painful whenever it stood flat. Consequently the woman must wear high heels at all times so as not to induce pain. This was about as far as my knowledge of it went. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I were wrong. I made a mental note to check into it later.

In the mean time her feet looked remarkably undamaged. No visible bruising and just a slight amount of tenderness on the toes. At this point I decided to put the boots back on her. She would wear them for the night. I explained this to her and she looked disappointed. Not scared or mad, no, simply disappointed. I took it as a good sign.

I put the boots back on and laced them up. She didn't fight me at all. I had them laced up before she asked if she could use the bathroom. I told her to wait as I got up and went over to the chest that had housed the boots. I rummaged around and pulled out two white leather straps.

These came with the boots as you might imagine. They were designed to slip onto the tops, using padlocks, in such a way as to cover the bow of the lacing. Once attached, she wouldn't be able to unlace the boots without cutting the satin ribbon. I attached them and she seemed unconcerned. Interesting.

I gave her permission to use the bathroom and sat down to watch her crawl. She only got a few feet away before she remembered her clit ring and began to do that sexy, legs wide crawl. So lovely.

As she made her way to the bathroom I couldn't help but think upon the change I saw in her over the last two hours. She seemed to understand her place in my life like never before. Her unabashed acceptance of the boots were proof of this and her mannerisms were a further indication.

She was now in the bathroom and was about to close the door when I decided to to test her on this. I instructed her to leave the door open. Reluctantly, but without protest, she did.

Acceptance. That was what I saw. She now accepted my directions without arguments or pleas. I wondered if it was because of the after glow of the fucking she just received. I wondered if tomorrow morning she would be like her normal, disobedient self. We would see. So far, however, I liked her current attitude.

She finished up and I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly eleven P.M. Not quite my normal bedtime, but the fucking had taken allot out of me. I was ready to sleep. Just a few more things had to be done before I laid down for a much deserved slumber.

I got back out of the chair as she came crawling back into the room. I told her to stay put as she approached the same spot she had been lying in earlier. I went over to another cabinet and retrieved a white leather collar, a length of chain and a pair of white leather wrist cuffs.

She continued to stay on hands and knees as I approached. All the while she was looking at the restraints with the knowledge that she would soon be wearing them. One of the things she did like was to be bound. She made no qualms about it. She seemed always eager to be tied up when ever I produced the equipment. I liked this about her. She was always eager to be under my control.

I had her get up on her knees and began attaching the collar. It was an inch and a half wide with a single D ring in the front. Well, in this case, it would be in the back. I locked it snuggly around her neck as she looked adoringly at me. I went around behind her and began attaching the cuffs using a set of small padlocks. Next, I locked one end of the chain to the D ring in her collar and brought the other end to meet her wrist cuffs. I secured both ends using another set of padlocks. The chain was short enough that it forced her hands up to the middle of her corset restricted back.

Now we were ready to go to sleep. I helped her up on her toes by grabbing her left arm with my left hand and the back of her hair with my right hand. Once she was balanced, I began to move her forward.

She was grimacing in pain as the tips of her toes took her full weight. The sight of her trying to walk was something to see, I tell you. And she tried very hard. We made our way out of the room and slowly approached the stairs. My hands had never rescinded their grip and as we climbed the stairs, I continued to hold her tightly.

Eventually, we got to my room and went in. I sat her on my bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. As I shut the door, she was sitting there on my bed gazing at me with those adorable big, blue eyes.

Twenty five minutes later I emerged from the bathroom in just a pair of boxers and to my surprise, Sarah was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She hadn't move a single inch.

"Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes Sir."

"You could have laid down you know."

"I didn't want to lay down until you were with me."

"Sarah, you're so adorable."

"Are you happy Sir?"

"Oh yes...very."

"Happy with me?"

"Yes Sarah, you've been a very good girl. I'm very pleased with you right now."

"I love you."

I approached her, bent down and gave her a long sensual kiss. "I love you too." I scooted her up the bed and pulled the sheets back. "Now, lay down. It's time for bed."

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Will I be wearing this corset all night long also?"

"Yes, of course you will."

"Ok."

It wasn't so much a plea or hint as it was a question to simply gain information. Perhaps she had changed. She lay down and with some help from me, was able to get her ballet boots under the covers. Her restrained arms wouldn't allow her to lay on her back comfortably, so she flipped over on her side, facing the as yet unoccupied portion of the bed.

I went around to my side and as I reached over to flip the lamp off, she reminded me that she had school tomorrow. I informed her that she wouldn't be going to school. I flipped the light off and got under the covers. She inched herself over to me. I wrapped my arm around her head and stroked her silky blond hair. I fell asleep in seconds.

I woke up late in the night. She had one of her ballet covered legs wrapped over my leg. She was running it up and down my thigh, making contact with my semi ridged dick as she did it. Her head was on my chest, giving me short light kisses and I could feel her nose ring run over my skin as she did. She was breathing rather heavily and I could feel her wetness on my thigh. Occasionally she would rotate her pelvis to make just the lightest contact with her pussy and pierced clit. When she did this, she would let out a low moan. I wondered how long she had been doing this. I knew she was very aroused right about now. She was only a minute or two from cumming. The clock said it was 2:48 in the morning.

I grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her head up off my chest. She froze as I spoke. "Sarah. You absolutely do NOT have permission to cum. If you know what's good for you, you'll stop and try to get some sleep."

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry sir."

It took me longer to fall back to sleep this time. Her head continued to rest on my chest and her leg was still draped over mine, but she lay still, trying to get herself under control. Finally, after a few minutes I dozed off.

32 minutes later I awoke again. Somehow, without waking me she had managed to crawl down the bed, in between my legs. My boxers were pulled down, freeing my now rock hard cock and she was fucking it with her mouth. Long slow sensually bobs of her head. Occasionally letting it fall out of her mouth and licking the shaft. Holy shit that felt good! I huge smile came across my face as I just lay there feigning sleep.

I let her do this for a few more minutes, she never went fast enough for me to be in danger of cumming. She seemed to know this, just sucking and licking my dick to maintain a hard on. I wondered how she had learned this. Despite her apprehension with regards to cock sucking, she was getting very good at it.

Finally, I stirred. She stopped and whispered. "Sir?" Wanting confirmation that I was awake.

"Yes slut."

Louder now she asked in the cutest, most pleading voice. "Sir. Will you please make love to me...pleaaasssee?"

"Sluts don't make love. They get fucked."

"OHHH, please Sir. Will you fuck me?"

"Does my fuck slut need a cock in her?"

She gave my cock another long slow lick up it's length. "OH, yes Sir. Please."

I threw the sheets back, exposing her. There she was, kneeling, bent over in between my legs. Her face was inches form my hard on as she looked up at me. Her eyes said it all. Her twat was hungry for my cock, wanting it badly enough to suck my dick. I grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her up to the top of the bed. I positioned her, face down, on her knees. She spread them, as she waited impatiently for my cock to fill her wet hole. She was cooing now. Breathless pleas were escaping her mouth.

I positioned myself behind her and slapped her ass herd to get her attention.

"This is the last time you're ever going to get your slutty pussy fucked for free. From now on, you're going to have to earn a cunt fuck. You're going to have to be a very, very.....very good girl to feel my dick inside your pussy. Do you understand slut?"

In between deep, lust filled breaths she replied. "Yes Sir. But haven't I been a good girl? You liked your blow job?"

"Sluts don't give blow jobs. Sluts suck cock or they get their face fucked." I slapped her ass again. "Say it."

"OHHH!" she cried out as my hand came down. "Yes Sir, did...did you like your cock s..s..sucked?"

"Yes, you nasty girl, but good girls don't wake someone up late at night fucking them with their mouths for their own selfish needs." I had positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. As soon as I finished the sentence, I thrust deep inside her. She let out a long loud grunt.

"You've been a very slutty girl haven't you Sarah?" I kept my cock buried.

"Yes Sir. I've been a bad girl...soo bad." She squeaked out through her bliss.

I pulled back and thrust violently into her again. "What are you Sarah?"

"I'm..I'm a slut!" As she moved her pelvis to hasten her relief.

"NO! You're my fuck slut."

"OH GOD YES! Your fuck slut!" She was in the throws pf passion. Her orgasm was only seconds away.

I began to drive into her, fucking her like an animal. Pounding her like a jackhammer. She came just ten seconds later. She screamed and writhed and panted and grunted. Her hands strained against her bonds, pulling her collar tight around her throat. Her pussy was milking my cock. It was so very tight, but I knew I still had a few minutes to go.

I fucked her hard. Driving my cock all the way into her, giving her orgasm, after orgasm. Her silky smooth pussy felt so damned good. It was nearly as tight as her asshole. I continued to fuck her, feeling my orgasm build. With one final push, I buried my cock to it's base and let out a grunt as I spurt my cum inside her. She was still having small orgasms, even minutes after her initial, large orgasm.

Spent, I fell back onto the bed. She was still kneeling, face buried into her pillow. Her ass was moving rhythmically with her small shudders of pleasure. Eventually, she calmed down. My cock was still half hard.

"Clean my cock off whore."

Without protest, she scooted her way down and began to suck my now half flaccid dick. Slurping her own pussy juice off. She looked up at me and in the moonlight that came into my window, I could see a single tear fall down her cheek. It wasn't a tear of shame or hurt. It was a tear of love. A deep unbreakable love. She was mine and she knew it.

I told her to stop, and she crawled back up next to me, snuggling against me. I pulled my boxers back on and fell asleep seconds later.

I awoke that morning with the sun's rays falling on the carpet at the foot of my bed. It was 8:30. I had morning wood. Sarah was still sound asleep, nestling her body against mine, her head resting on my outstretched arm. I bent my elbow to run my hands over her bonds. Gently tugging the chain that cascaded down the back of her corset.

She stirred at my touch. I ran my hand down to the twin globes of her perfect ass. She moved her head, now fully wake as she arched her back to drive her ass further into my hands.

I looked at her face and saw that she was staring at me. Pure unadulterated love was written all over it. She turned her head and gave my arm little kisses, her nose ring dragging across my arm.

"Good morning slut." She cringed at the use of the word. It was funny. She seemed to get off on the degradation while she was in the throws of passion, but she hated it when I called her these things during our tender moments. The name calling reminded her of what she had done. Yes, in her more lucid moments, she didn't like it, because she could comprehend the meaning better. Oh well, she would get used to it.

She whispered her own good morning as I threw back the covers.

"I need my cock sucked." It was all I said and all I had to say. She muttered a 'yes sir.' as she scooted herself down towards my waiting hard on. She pulled the boxers down with her mouth and my cock leapt out, stiff as a board.

She began sucking. It seemed even better this time than when she was doing it last night. I was determined, however, to hold out as long as I could. I wanted this feeling to last.

She bobbed her head and licked my shaft. She even tried to take it down her throat a few times, gagging in the process. I actually thought she might be enjoying this. It went on for quite a while. Once, she even managed to get a little down her throat before she pulled back choking. Still, she never stopped. She would glance up at me every now and then, checking to make sure that I was enjoying myself.

It took twenty minutes for me to shoot my load into her mouth. She sucked at it like a baby sucks a bottle, greedily swallowing every last drop. She watched me throughout my orgasm, pride written across her face. She continued to suck and lick my cock clean until it began to go flaccid. I cruelly pushed her off, got out of bed and unceremoniously went into the bathroom. I never looked back at her. I did this in the hope that I could enforce the thought that she was just something to be used. My fuck bucket. A cum repository.

As I stood there in the bathroom, getting myself ready for my shower, I wondered what she was doing. I wondered if she was horny. I bet she was. I knew the clit piercing would always keep her in a state of arousal. I smiled to myself knowing that even though I had just used her mouth like a cum rag, knowing how much she would hate it, she would still be horny. She would always be horny.

I emerged from the bathroom, feeling clean and fresh. She was laying face down on the bed, her legs parted slightly. She didn't turn to look at me as I began to rummage in the closet for some clothes.

"How do your feet feel?"

She still didn't turn to look at me as she answered. "Fine."

"Good. I'm thinking about having you wear a pair just like them for the rest of the day."

This got her attention. She turned her head and looked at me with big blue puppy dog eyes. "OH please Sir. Please don't do that."

Ahhh, this was the Sarah I knew. The selfish, disobedient Sarah I knew. A bit of disappointment entered my heart. When would she ever fully submit? When would she ever accept my dominance over her? It was so nice last night when I opened up my bathroom door to find her submissively waiting on the edge of my bed for me. Oh well, her resistance had it's fun moments too.

"Follow me. You need to clean that slutty body of yours." I made my way into her room, and sat down in front of her computer. She came crawling in a few moments later. I unlocked the various locks and loosened the lacing of her corset and ballet boots. I pointed towards her bathroom. "Go clean up."

She obeyed, making the slow, sexy crawl towards it. Before she shut the door, she looked over at me. Her face was asking permission to close the door. I nodded my head and she shut the door. I yelled out "Do not cum." as the door latched behind her.

I flipped on her computer. As I had explained, I knew a little about foot training and ballet boots, but I didn't know everything. I had a great resource though in a small BBS that was dedicated to the art of BDSM relationships. I had been a member for quite some time. I hardly ever posted though, mainly because I had very little to add. I was probably one of the most inexperienced members. Although, in the past month that had begun to change.

Still, the board was populated with some very experienced Doms and Subs. They had a wealth of different backgrounds. Some were strictly into pain, some were into the more emotionally challenging, full time master/slave relationships. Nearly every aspect of a sub/dom relationship was well represented.

I also like this BBS because it was fairly private. You had to be invited by a member before you could join. This kept the posers and loudmouths from polluting the board. Everyone had either empirical evidence, or experience to back up what they said. All the info was top notch

I did a search in the 'how to' section on ballet boots and came up with quite a few threads. One in particular interested me. It dealt specifically with foot training, or as the they called it, foot shaping.

The original poster had asked a question and he got several very good replies. But the most informative reply was from an orthopedist. He went into great detail on the subject. I read his long, two post reply with rapt attention. I was till reading when Sarah emerged from the bathroom, a towel rapped around her body.

I instructed her to drop the towel and kneel at my feet. She obeyed without a sound, I diverted my attention back to the post. He talked at length about the physical changes associated with foot shaping. He went over the tendons, nerves and bones. Explaining how each changed over time. It was a fascinating read and very easy to understand. He kept it dumbed down for us non medical folks.

Four things leapt out at me. The first was that of actual training methods. I read through the three approved methods and realized that if I decided to train Sarah, I would use what he called 'The Speedy Method'. It consisted of ballet and very high heel wearing on a constant basis. The wearer should very rarely and for very short times ever be allowed to walk flat footed. If the wearer needed to be bare foot, or in flat shoes, then they should walk on tip toes so as not to regress. He went on to explain that this method increased the pain level, but the results were just as good as the other two methods, only much quicker. He called the other two methods, 'The Painless Method' and 'The Normal Method'. He frowned upon the use of foot braces at night, as they weren't nearly as supportive, or comfortable as a well made ballet heel. He said that in some cases, they could even cause bone bruises or other damage.

Two; The boot should be well constructed and well engineered. If the boot was of poor quality, it could lead to permanent and debilitating damage. He made it a point to distinguish between the desired results from the undesired results. He also gave several contacts of recommended boot makers. One of them I had seen before, and in fact this was the person I had used to make the several pairs I now owned.

The third thing that leapt out was that foot shaping, done correctly, could be reversed. It just took time and was very painful. Evidently, the pain and time it took to reshape a foot back to it's normal state was considerably more than the time and pain it took to shape it the other way. He went on to say that the time and pain to shape it back flat would increase exponentially the longer a foot had been trained to point.

The fourth piece of valuable information was about exercise and physical activity. He discussed in great detail about what could and couldn't be expected of someone who had their foot shaped. He went on about muscle building and muscle atrophy. Apparently certain muscles would become much stronger than normal while others would weaken greatly. He discussed exercises that sped the process and helped in building the required muscles. He talked about rebuilding balance and what exercises should be done to help that process.

He also discussed the effects the wearer's weight had on the process. Over weight, or out of shape folks should not endeavor to shape feet. Too much weight in too little of a spot could and would lead to problems. He gave a link to a weight/height chart for those who were unsure if they qualified. I didn't need to read it, I knew that Sarah was very petite and would have no problems.

It was all extremely informative and I wondered why I had missed such an interesting thread.

The very next post was that of his wife. She had been training for four years, and long ago passed the point at which wearing ballet heels was a painful experience. In fact, she went on to explain, that her feet were most comfortable in the embrace of a seven or eight inch ballet heel. In public, she always wore very high heels. She could handle no less than five and a half inches without quickly fatiguing. If she was to wear only a five and a half inch heel, it would always be as a punishment as she would have to stand on her tip toes to take the strain off her various tendons. Even on tip toes though, her toes would be bent in a fashion that provided a considerable amount of pain. She explained that even her most comfortable public shoes, a six and a half inch pair, still caused some pain. All this was attributed to the bending of the toes.

She went on to testify that the method that the good doctor had used was excellent. The exercises had helped her adjust very quickly and her balance was now superb. She could even stand on one shaped foot without any trouble. She bragged that her balance was better than that of normal folks. I had no reason to doubt her.

All this information made me feel confident that having Sarah wear the heels all night and even the rest of the day wouldn't cause her any kind of permanent damage. Sure, she would need some time to readjust her feet back to normal shoes, but the doctor had assured the board members that foot shaping didn't happen in a few days. It took at least a week using 'The Speedy Method' for the foot structure to even begin to change. So, those of us who wanted to play with them for a few days need not worry.

I had been reading the posts for nearly an hour. Sarah had been kneeling patiently for at least half the time. I had been sure to position her so she couldn't see the monitor. I didn't want her to read any of this.

I finally got up out of the chair and she looked at me with anticipation. I gave her a one word command "Stay." As I left the room.

I went down the stairs and into the red room to get an outfit that I knew would look very, very hot on her. As you might have guessed, I now was the proud owner of quite an extensive collection of sexy outfits, lingerie, shoes and other fine assortments of fantasy wear. My collection had grown quit a bit over the past month. I had been keeping Mr. Epstein very busy. So busy in fact that his bank account was nearly 25,000 dollars richer. And that was just him! The boots, the special silk underwear and some of the more specialized leather stuff had all been purchased from other sources than my tailor. I estimated that I had closer to 40,000 dollars invested in Sarah's wardrobe. It was worth it though. If there's one thing I really like, it's the way a woman looks when she's wearing sexy clothes. I admitted to myself that I liked the way young girls looked wearing the stuff even more.

I went back upstairs carrying three boxes. I set them on her bed and Instructed her to stand up. She complied as I opened the first box and produced a pair of panties. These were innocent to look at, but would be evil for her to wear.

They were a black, very high cut, thong back set. Of course they were made of the same fine silk all of her new panties were made of. Only, this material had a very low thread count. They were so thin that they would almost be transparent once they were pulled up. The waist band was a very nice, white ruffled lace. It would contrast very nicely with the black silk. The waist band dipped very low towards her pubic mound. I was assured that it would just barely cover the top of her pussy. A tiny white bow had been sewn at the top of the black silk front, just a half inch below the lace. All this was very sexy, but the evil part was the fact that these panties were two sizes to small. Once on all the way, they would stretch over her pussy very tightly. I wondered how well her exposed clit would take to the tight confines. I would soon find out.

She gently took the panties form my hand and briefly examined them. She finally started to draw them up her legs. They were finally in place, but weren't yet tight. The small size had forced the manufacturer to use a tried and true technique to assure that they wouldn't rip as they went over the hips. In the back, a two inch slit parted the waist band enough so the girl could get them up without damaging it. The slit was then usually fastened using buttons, but I had them replace the button with two tiny stainless eyelets on either side. Sarah was standing there, holding the waist band , looking confused. They would barely stay on and she obviously thought that odd. I told her to turn around and draw the waist band up over her pelvis. She did, but soon realized just how tight they were. She relaxed her effort and spoke to me about it.

"Uhhh, Sir. I don't think they go like that. Their way too tight."

I placed one end of the padlock into an eyelet and grabbed the other side of the slit. I was preparing to quickly snap the padlock shut after I told her to pull again. "Sarah, they do go like that. They're supposed to be a little tight. They'll loosen up in a few minutes anyway." I lied. "Go ahead and try again. This time be sure to hold them up and over your hip bone."

She gave it another go, sucking in her breath as I quickly snapped the lock closed. Now, the lace waistband was biting into her hips, straining against the silk fabric that covered her mound. She immediately tried to pull them back down a bit, but they weren't going any where. I stepped back as she realized what was happening.

She quickly turned back around, A low guttural sound escaped her mouth. She began begging. "OH GOD! Please Sir! PLEASSSEE! I don't think I can control myself. PLEEEASSSEEE take them off. Please, I'll be a good girl. I promise. I don't want to disappoint you. PLEASE!" She was tearing at the waist band, trying in vain to remove the skin tight silk from her clit. I slapped her hands away, fearing that she would rip the expensive panties.

"I'll tell you what Sarah. I'll give you a choice." I reached into a different box and pulled out a four inch long, one and a half inch wide dildo. Well, not really a dildo. This one looked like a dildo, but was actually a butt plug. An inflatable butt plug.

When I picked it out, I was sure she would choose the pleasure of the panties over the pain of the plug, but seeing her reaction left me with very little certainty that she would choose the former. Well, I'll let her see it when it's full size.

"This can replace the panties" She was about to agree. I shushed her and continued to explain. "This will go into your ass. But, let me show you it's unique feature before you decide." I screwed the hand pump into the base and began pumping.

"You see Sarah, it gets bigger." I continued to pump. It was now five inches long and two inches wide. "Much, much bigger." It was now six inches long and the neck was two and a half inches wide. The body was three inches wide. I continued to pump and Sarah's expression changed form one of agreement to one of dread. I stopped pumping when it had reached it's full size. The neck was now two and three quarters inch thick and the body was over three inches thick. It now proudly stood at nearly seven inches long.

Her chin was quivering, her eyes pleaded and finally she relented. "I...I'll wear the panties."

"That's a good girl." They were absolutely stunning. They were so tight, I had no trouble following the outline of her clit ring. I thought that I could even see her engorged clit pointing up at me. Further down, they gave her a fantastic camel toe and they were so tight now, I could actually see a little silver form the clit ring showing through the widely spaced threads.

I could also see a damp spot forming where her fuck hole was. I believed her when she said she wouldn't be able to control herself. Just looking at the panties and the way they stretched so tight against her clit made me think about the sensations she must be experiencing. And, she wasn't even moving yet! This was going to be a very fun day.

At that moment I had an idea. I wanted to control her orgasms and at the same time, turn her into a sex craving slut. I had the perfect thing to start her on her journey. "Sarah, I have a new rule. You're going to like it too. Until I say, you can only climax when your mouth is filled with my cum. I want you to understand me. Only when your mouth is filled with cum. This means that precum doesn't count, swallowing or spitting doesn't count. You must have my full load in your mouth before you cum. Afterwards, you will open your mouth so I can make sure you've complied. Also, you may not at any time today, touch your pussy. I don't care if you have cum running out your nose, you simply wont be allowed. And don't bother begging me to let you, I wont. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sir." She was looking away, embarrassed at the situation she was in.

"Good. Now, you can ask to suck my cock, but, I'm going to be very busy today. So, if you want it, you're going to have to convince me of it. If you should behave like a slut and cum without permission or a load of cum in your mouth, well, lets just say that I have something much worse planned than the video store." I let that hang in the air. She was on the verge of crying.

"Now, let's finish dressing you." I reached down into the box to pull out a very revealing French Maid's outfit. I instructed her to put it on and with great difficulty, she began to move. It was clear that she was concentrating harder than ever before. It seemed that even the tiniest movements brought her right to he edge. I would be extremely surprised if she didn't disobey me at least once today. Perhaps right now even.

No, she somehow managed to fight her climax off. She pulled the Maid's outfit on. This piece also had a built in corset. It was exactly like the one from last night, complete with under wire supports for her breasts and lace up back. It could even reduce her waist three inches. I wondered if I would be able to tighten it that much this time.

In addition it had a tiny pleated skirt built in. The skirt would be flared out by the built in white ruffled underskirts. It was very short. The top of the corset had a low cut, white silk top that covered her breasts. It laced in the front, using a black lacey ribbon. Once tied, the silk would compress and lift her perky C cup breasts and show a very generous amount of cleavage.

She finally had it in place and I began to lace up the back. This time she grabbed as high up on the tall post of her bed as she could. After several minutes, I had it as tight as I could get it. It was at least as tight as yesterday, if not a few more fractions of an inch tighter. This time, she was too occupied with her clit to complain much about the restrictive corset. I turned her around and began to lace up the top. Very tight.

I instructed her to sit on the bed and she did. Each movement was a study in concentration for her. I lifted the the ballet boots form their box. These were black leather boots with a heel just as high as the boots from last night. They also laced up the back using a white lacey ribbon. However, they came much higher up her legs than the other ones. In fact, as I began to put them on, I wondered if they were too high to fit her. I adjusted the boots so her feet were fitting properly, then began to lace them up.

As I neared the top, I could see that they weren't too high. But, they came very close to her twat. In fact, the puffy, white lacey tops brushed up against her panties. Splendid. I knew she could feel them because she tried to position her legs so they wouldn't rub her silk covered pussy. She moaned into her comforter as I finished lacing them.

I could see that as long as she stood up straight, or lay flat, the lace would only manage to rub her outer labia. But if she were to bend or crawl, the lace would make contact, ever so gently with her exposed clit. I knew the panties would provide little protection.

I hadn't planned this, but I immediately came to the conclusion that this was a blessing in disguise. She would either learn how to walk in the ballet heels, or she would learn how to control her pussy. Of course, there was a third alternative, but I had faith in her.

I gently helped her off the bed and stood her up. She grabbed the bedpost for support as I returned to the boxes. The last piece of clothing was a tiny white silk apron. It tied in a giant bow around her constricted waist. The outfit was complete but I still had a few bondage items to place.

I retrieved a white leather collar form the last box and placed it around her neck, locking it in place. The white leather was contrasted by black lace that was sewn into the top and bottom edges. A silver D ring came out the front, Next, I pulled out a long, thin silver chain that had four thin chrome plated cuffs attached. I placed two cuffs on each ankle, double locking them so they could neither open or close. Next, I pulled the chain up the front of her body and cuffed her wrists, again, double locking them. I grabbed the top of the small chain and brought it up to her collar, locking it in place with a small chrome plated padlock.

Her legs were now hobbled by a 12 inch length of chain. In the middle of this chain, a longer chain was attached. This was the chain that ran up the front of her body and to the collar. Very near the top of that chain, two, six inch long chains held her wrist cuffs. Her bonds would not allow her to bring her hands any lower than the bottom of her breasts. She had very limited movement of her hands and feet. Perfect.

I stood back to admire my handy work. She looked like something out of one of those hot bondage drawings. The maid outfit was soooo nasty! From the white collar to the impossibly high ballet heels. From the tiny, corset restricted waist to the ridiculously short skirt.

The skirt. I chuckled as I looked at it. It was extremely short. It was so short in fact that if I stood back ten feet or so, I could see the very bottoms of her panties, and the growing wet spot. The lace boot tops were ever so slightly brushing against her pussy, too low to make any contact with her clit. I had her turn around and slowly, she did as she maintained her grip on the bedpost. Her balance was non existent as she shuffled her feet to turn around.

The skirt covered even less of her ass. The way the corset and shoes made her arch her back also made her ass stick out as if she were asking for a spanking. This also, caused the skirt to ride much higher on her ass than it did in the front. More than half her thong covered ass was visible. She kept her legs spread to the limits of the hobble chain for balance. This, combined with the incredibly short skirt gave me an excellent view of her panty covered twat, complete with camel toe.

One last thing needed to be done to complete the outfit. I began braiding her shoulder length hair, using a black lace clip to secure the end of the braid. I then placed a hair band trimmed in white lace on the top of her hair. I turned her around to look. Perfect. Except now she needed makeup. I decided to let her apply it herself, in private.

I approached her. I liked my women short. I liked it when I toward over them but the seven inch ballet heels brought Sarah up to my 6' 1" height. Still, the hobbling nature of the boots gave her a vulnerability that I enjoyed very much. It also allowed me to approach her and give her a delicate, sensual kiss on the mouth without bending down. She immediately reciprocated, grabbing at my shirt with her free hand. Her tongue darted in my mouth briefly before I pulled away.

"Sarah, you look great. I'm so happy with the uniform. Aren't you?"

"Yes Sir." She whispered, now redoubling her effort to fight her screaming need for an orgasm. Her mood had become decidedly upbeat though, after the kiss. It was like night and day. She really loved it when I was romantic with her. I knew this and used it as a training tool. It was part of her reward and I knew that she strived to be good for me so that she could experience moments like that.

"Good, I'm glad you like it so much but you need to make your face up. It just doesn't look right without a little sexy makeup on. Go on in the bathroom and do something about it. I'll be downstairs when your done."

I left her room, closing her door behind me, and hurried over to my room and the waiting video equipment. I wanted to watch this. I flipped the monitor on and selected the panning camera that was in the ceiling of her bedroom. Immediately she appeared on the monitor, still clutching the bed post. She was now facing the post, with her forehead gently resting against it. Her eyes were tightly shut and I knew that she wanted nothing more than to hump that bed post. Well, maybe she wanted to please me more, because somehow, she managed to control herself.

She began to slide down the post so that she could crawl to the bathroom and begin her task but half way down, just as I figured the lace to make contact with her clit, she froze then quickly stood back up. The microphone picked up her moan as she shut her eyes again. Now she realized just how difficult this day would be.

It was impossible for her to walk in the boots without something nearby to steady her. The only thing nearby to steady her right now was the bed. She would have to traverse about ten feet of open space to get to her bathroom. She was going to have to get down on her knees and she knew it.

After a few minutes she said in a loud confident voice, "Sarah. You can do this." It was adorable. At that moment, I felt like running in there and making sweet love to her, but knew that would be a terrible mistake. She was trying so hard to be good right now and fucking her would be the worst thing I could do. She would almost assuredly regress if that happened.

Still, she was making me so happy right now. Her determination to please me was so endearing. She finally managed to get her knees on the floor, occasional taking sharp breaths on the way down. She was now kneeling, with her back straight up. Her knees were spread obscenely far now. Her ankles were kept much closer together by the restraints.

She was deciding on how to best make it to the bathroom. If she stayed in this position, the lace would only contact the lower part of her pussy lips. But, she would have to bring her knees closer together to maintain balance as she moved. This would increase the force with which the lace pushed against the thin silk of her panties. the other option was to get on hands and knees and crawl to the bathroom with knees spread very wide. Just a very slight, gentle touch to the area of the clit was all she would experience.

She tried to stay upright and crawl. It was quickly apparent that she and I had made a serious miscalculation as to the effects of moving like this because she brought one knee forward and then immediately let out a small yelp and quickly spread her knees again. She stayed there, kneeling stiffly upright. She didn't move again for a very long time.

I guess that the actions of her closed thighs, combined with the lace and panties had a much greater effect than what either of us expected. I didn't know for sure if her clit had been touched, but I suspected that it had from her reactions. Obviously, this wasn't working.

Eventually, she fell to the floor, catching herself with her restrained hands before her face smacked the carpet. Her knees were still splayed and she began to move forward very cautiously. The bondage forced her face close to the carpet and this had the effect of pushing her ass high into the air. I had a very good view of her tight panties and that wonderful camel toe as she crawled.

I zoomed the camera in on her twat and immediately noticed the damp spot she was leaving on her panties. I also noticed that this was, indeed, a better choice of motion. Yes, the lace was in a position to contact her clit, but as long as she kept her legs spread wide, it would only frame her most sensitive bud. It only just barely came to the very edges of her slit. Not quite giving her the touch that her body was desperately crying for and her mind was desperately fighting against.

I kept thinking to myself how stunningly sexy these panties were. They way they molded to her puffed out pussy. The way they rode up into her cleft. The way they displayed every nuance of her sex. I decided that I was going to have to get many more pair just like them. It would be fun to have her wear them all the time. I knew she would much rather not though.

The thought of her struggling on a daily basis, fighting to maintain control in public situations really excited me. Especially when I thought about what it would be like for her at school as she desperately tried to hide her constant, intense arousal from her friends. This exposed clit pierce was the most fun I've had in my life. I was so glad I had chosen to do it.

She finally made it to the bathroom and slowly stood at the sink. She began putting on her make up. She chose some very nice colors. A nice blush, thick, black mascara and a light red, glossy lipstick. As she was doing this, she had to bend over to reach her makeup kit because her chained arms didn't allow her to just reach down. Every time she bent, it sent shivers of excitement coursing up through her. I knew that her clit was being gently fondled by the lace boot tops.

Eventually, she finished and she stood back, holding onto the door jam to get a look at herself in the mirror. she decided that she wanted to view the whole look, so she gingerly moved to shut her bathroom door. I had two small stationary cameras in the bathroom. One looked over the bathtub and the other gave me a good view of the rest of the room. I was looking at the second one as she latched the door.

She steadied herself against the wall and looked at herself in the full length mirror for several minutes. She brought her free hand up to her collar and began to run her hand over the chain. She caressed it as if it were a lover. Lightly, she ran her hand up and down, occasionally tugging at it. As she did this, I could see that she was pressing her forearm into her breast. This was not done by accident. No, she was deliberately rubbing her cuffed wrist over her pointed nipple. She let go of the chain and leaned against the wall to free her other hand. Both hands were now lightly cupping the bottom of her breasts, thumbs running very gently over the sides. What a show.

Soon, she began to slide her thumbs over the thin silk fabric that covered her pierced nipples. I began to watch with great interest now. What did she think she was doing? This could only lead to one thing. She knew that right?

Gently, very gently, she ran her thumbs up and down across her nipples. No sounds escaped her, but I could see that her breathing was getting heavy. She leaned against the door now, forehead touching the mirror. Her breath began to leave small patches of fog on the mirror. Her eyes were closed now as she began to more aggressively play with her nipple. She would gently pinch them in between her fingers and as she did this, she began to move her hips. My mouth was agape. This was the most erotic thing I think I had ever seen.

It didn't take her long to slide her feet sideways so she was positioned in front of the door handle. She began to really pinch and press her nipples. Her eyes stayed close the whole time. I saw her hips move ever so slightly forward and she quickly brought them back. She had just touched the door handle with her silk covered pussy. She bit her lip and moved her hips again, this time she stayed there, slowly gyrating her mound against the door handle. Through it all, she never made a sound. It only took her seconds to climax.

She let out a short quiet sigh and then exhaled deeply as a shudder went thorough her body. Her face was in rapture, as her breasts were now firmly pressed into the wall. she recovered quickly though. This wasn't on of those earth shattering orgasms like she had had last night. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the earth shattering kind, this was a five, maybe a four.

She quickly opened her eyes in shock. Now she realized what she had just done. She pushed off against the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Her chin was quivering. She yelled at herself.

"What have you done! What have you done Sarah! OHHHGOD! Oh my god. I can't believe I just did that. Damnit!"

That was the first time I had ever heard her cuss. It was very unbecoming. She continued to look at herself in the mirror and I thought she would cry. she didn't though. She gathered herself and opened the door. I turned the monitor off and quickly but quietly hurried down stairs.

I sat down in my recliner and picked up yesterday's paper. I pretended to read as I thought about what had just happened. I couldn't let her get away with this. she just couldn't go around, willy nilly, and cum when ever I wasn't around. But, I couldn't just claim that she had done it without proof. That would surely give away my hidden cameras. I didn't want her to know I had them. I had decided to accuse her of looking guilty and if she lied tell her I knew she lied. I would pry it out of her and at the same time enforce the notion that she couldn't hide anything from me. She would think that I could read her like a book.

"Sir?" She said it in a very frightened tone.

I looked over the paper at her and said "Yes Sarah?"

"Ohhh..ummm....I've been a bad girl." This was very surprising. I didn't actually expect her to freely admit it. Maybe she was changing.

"You have? What did you do?"

Her chin was trembling as she said it. "I...I came without permission." She leaned forward, clutched my leg and buried her head in my pants. I could hear her muffled apologies. "OHHH...I'm sooo sorry Sir. I tried to be good, honest. I'm very very sorry." She looked up at me, still tightly holding my leg.

I set the paper down and stared at her with a stern look. Before I could say anything, she whispered. "Sir...pl...p..please ss.ss..spank me. I n...nn...need to be punished."

"Damnit Sarah!" I shouted. "I was hoping to relax and read the paper and now I have to spank you?"

"I'mmmm soooo sorry Sir."

I muttered "Now my hand's going to hurt too."

She was desperate to do anything to satiate my anger. "Oh, sir, will you please use a paddle so you wont hurt your hand?" She said it eagerly, proud of herself for figuring out a way for me to save my hand. I honestly don't think she cared about the increased pain. I wondered if she even thought that she genuinely deserved it.

"Sarah, you will learn to control yourself. Now go and get a paddle form the 'Red Room' so I can spank your slutty ass." She carefully crawled down the hallway to the 'Red Room'. a few minutes later, she came crawling back. I was pretending to read the paper as she crawled over to me.

"Sir?"

I didn't look at her. "Yes?"

She was apprehensive about interrupting me. "I have the paddle. Are...are you ready to spank me yet?"

I continued looking at the paper. "Not yet. Just sit there. Try not to cum."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her kneel with her legs spread, waiting for me to finish.

I looked over at her and the paddle was laying on the floor right in front of her. It was a decent choice. She had picked a heavy Oak ping pong paddle replica. It was twice as thick as a regular ping pong paddle and had holes drilled into it.

I set the paper down and looked at her. she was staring up at me. Her look betrayed the devastation she felt at disappointing me. "How in the hell did you cum Sarah?"

"I..I don't know, it just happened."

"No. It doesn't just happen. Explain it!" My voce was loud and demanding. I wanted her to admit, in detail, her nasty deed.

"I..I..ohh, I just came. I'm sorry, really I am."

I slammed my hand down on the arm of the recliner and shouted. "EXPLAIN IT!"

She jumped at the sound my hand made on the leather. Quickly now, she confessed. "I..I was playing with my breasts...then....then I touched the door handle with....with ...." She was looking away, never finishing the sentence.

"Your slutty cunt?"

"Yes Sir."

"You humped the door handle?"

"Yes Sir." She squeaked out.

"Unbelievable. Do you know what kind of girls hump door handles?"

"Slutty girls." She whispered.

"That's right, slutty girls. Are you a slutty girl?"

"Yes Sir." It was barely audible. "I've been a slutty girl, will you please spank me?"

I pointed over to a bare wall. "Go over there and stand up against it. Take the paddle with you. She gingerly bent down to get the paddle and slowly crawled over to the wall. She began raising herself up. I got out of the chair and walked over to her.

She was leaning against the wall, her hands flat up against it. She turned her head to look at me I told her to turn around as I grabbed the paddle out of her hands. I pressed her shoulders up against the wall, flattening her breasts out as I did. She stayed like that. Her ballet boots were about six inches from the wall. "Pull your feet out further. I want two feet between the toe of that boot and the wall." Slowly, she complied. "Stick that slutty ass out. Farther....farther...Ok."

She was now slightly bent, her back in a terrific arch as her breasts were compressed by the wall. Her feet were as far apart as the chain would allow. Her short skirt had ridden up her ass, giving me a terrific target. I examined her panties. They were soaked.

I caressed her ass with the paddle as I asked. "How many swats do you think you deserve?"

She thought about it for a few moments, trying to come up with a number that would please me. "Ummm, fifteen?"

"You think you only deserve fifteen swats for fucking the door handle like some street whore?"

"Twenty?"

"You think you deserve twenty?"

"Yes Sir."

"Twenty hard swats for allowing your cunt to have so much control over your actions."

"Yes Sir."

"Keep that ass out." I caressed her ass a few more moments, then quickly swung.

She cried out and jerked forward, but immediately stuck her ass back out. Without provocation, she began counting. "One." She shouted.

SWAP! "Two!"

SWAP "Three!"..........

I finished all twenty. She was sobbing, but throughout it all, she would always position her ass to meet the paddle. Not once did I have to have remind her to stick her ass out. She counted every single stroke, even though I hadn't told her too.

I didn't know if she did this because she wanted to please me, or if she genuinely believed she deserved to have her slutty ass paddled. I suspected that it was a little of both. Her shame and anguish served to make her feel the need for the pain I brought her. It was very genuine, I felt. She had wanted it.

I threw the paddle on the floor as she leaned up against the wall sobbing. Once again, I was very glad I had bought the water proof makeup. She would have big black streams of mascara running down her face if it was regular makeup. I told her to put the paddle up and go make me some breakfast as I returned to my seat. She finally gathered herself and crawled out of the room, clutching the paddle.

This time, I actually read the paper and I found a very interesting article buried on page seven. A bill was on it's way though the state legislature that, among other things, lowered the age of consent in Florida to sixteen as long as both parents, or a legal guardian gave consent. It was in the local newspaper because our local representative was one of the sponsors.

I knew that the age of consent was 18. That is unless the older party was under a certain age, then the legal age of consent lowered to sixteen I believed. It didn't matter, I was too old and she was too young for me to be legally fucking her...even though 'mom' knew and consented. If the state every found out, things could get ugly real fast.

This was my chief reason to keep the relationship under wraps. I really didn't want 'mom' to even have proof positive that we were fucking. If this bill passed, then in six weeks, Sarah would be legal. All I would need was a signed document from her mother giving her consent. This would allow me to bring our relationship out into the open. I wouldn't feel so apprehensive about letting her friends come over, or doing things with Sarah in public.

Yes, of course our bedtime pursuits would still be kept secret. It would be bad enough that I was dating a sixteen year old girl. If people knew that I also liked to tie her up, whip her and humiliate her too...well, lets just say it wouldn't be good. I'm sure her mother would have a fit.

Anyway, the bill had just gotten out of committee and was now being debated on the house floor. The article went on to explained that the bill also did such things as define stiffer prison sentences for child molesters and statutory rape. Really, it was an anti crime bill.

It appeared that the bill would make it through the legislature fairly easily. I decided to find out how long that process would take and to find out if there was anyway I could speed it up. For only the second time in my life, I was prepared to buy someone off.

I phoned my lawyer and started asking questions. The answers were relatively simple. He would make all the arrangements to see that the bill passed on my behalf. He would find out what PACs to contribute money too, what campaigns to contribute too, and make sure that these parties knew that I wanted the bill to pass, unchanged. It might be costly though, he explained. It could run as high as a few hundred grand by the time all was said and done. However, because there hadn't been any real stink made over any aspect of the bill yet, and if it stayed that way, he thought it would be fairly cheap. I gave him the go ahead. If all went well, I would legally be able to fuck Sarah on her sixteenth birthday.

We also talked about Sarah moving in with me. He instructed me that some paperwork should be filled. He wanted to adjust custody and have mother fill out a medical release, and a few other things. We needed a meeting with 'mom' and I told him she and I would be meeting tonight. He told me to give him a call later tonight to set something up with the three of us. He couldn't come over tonight because paperwork needed to be prepared.

So, a meeting, hopefully, early next week to work out the details and sign some paper work. It was set and we hung up.

Sitting in my chair, smelling the bacon and eggs made me even more hungry. Sarah really had excellent domestic skills. Her cooking was always very good and she liked to straighten out rooms, when we weren't playing. She enjoyed making a home for me.

I got up and went over to the kitchen. She didn't notice me as I was standing there, watching her tend to the food. What a lovely sight. Her back was turned to me and I had a terrific view of her thong covered ass, as she was bending over, stirring the eggs. The short tether I had placed around her wrists, didn't allow her to reach the counter tops, while wearing the ballet heels, without bending down. She would always keep her feet spread as far apart as the hobble chain would allow. All this combined to give me a the prettiest view of her backside...and wet panties, as they rode up into her slit.

I loved my life.

I approached her and surprised her as I placed a hand on her ass. She looked back at me, then turned around to stir the eggs some more. Her skin was so smooth. That's one thing that young girls had over their older counterparts. Smooth, delicate, silky skin. It was just as much of a delight to touch as it was to look at. I ran my hand over her ass cheeks. She was still tender from the paddling. I knew this because she would occasionally suck in breath when I ran my hand over the area that had tasted the paddle.

"It smells good, when will it be ready?"

"One more minute Sir."

I removed my hand and went to sit down at the breakfast bar. I pulled the brochure that Anna had given me from the magazine stand and began flipping through it. The meal was ready and she dished it out onto a plate. The looked back at me, wondering if I was going to help her carry it over to the bar. I wasn't and she quickly realized it.

She stood there for a few more seconds, trying to decide how she was going to get my food to me. Finally she bent down , grabbed the food, and began to make her way over to me. She used one of her tethered hands to hold the plate and the other to steady herself on the walls, as she slowly made her way over to me. She tenderly set the plate down on the bar and I told her to make herself some cereal.

The vulnerability that the boots gave her was astounding. I would like nothing more than to keep her in them for the rest of her life, but they would make attending high school a bit of a problem...to say the least. This made me realize that I couldn't shape her feet, if she was to stay a cheerleader. I thought about this problem while I ate.

I could shape her feet and have her wear high heels to school everyday. That may not turn out so bad. I knew form previous conversations with her that only Freshmen and Sophomores had to attend gym class. So next year, when she was a junior, she would have no reason to participate in any physical activity. Accept cheering. I wondered what she would think of the idea of quitting the squad. She probably would worry more about the fact that she had to wear sexy high heels everyday at school more than the fact that she couldn't cheer. It would probably be a non issue. I decided that I would begin training her over summer break. When school rolled around, it would be plainly obvious that she couldn't wear sneakers, due to the pain. She would quit the squad of her own volition.

I continued to flip through the brochure as she stood in front of me eating her cereal. She was holding the bowl with one hand and using the spoon with the other. She was leaning up against the counter top, steadying herself with her thighs. The counter came to just below her pussy.

I saw a very nice decoration on page five. It immediately turned me on. It was a quarter sized piece of metal attached to a short chain. The chain was only a few links long and the other end of the chain attached to a grommet. The brochure boasted that the metal piece could be engraved.

I turned the magazine around and pointed to it. "What do you think?"

"Uhhh, what is it?"

"Silly girl, it's a tag that goes on your clit." Her face got white as she looked up at me with surprise. "Nice isn't it?" She closed her eyes and gave a quiet 'Yes Sir'. "What do you think it should say?"

She starred at the picture. "I...I don't know."

"Oh c'mon. I'm open for suggestions."

"How about just my name?"

I gave her the 'I don't know about that' look. "How about something sexier."

She stood there and thought for a minute. "What about your name?"

"That's better, but it still doesn't say everything. OH! I've got it. How about 'Joe's Slut'?"

She just stood there, white as a ghost.

"Yes, that's perfect. It describes you perfectly and tells everyone who owns you. You like it?"

"Yes." She whispered. Clearly she didn't like it.

"Good. Why don't you go ahead and order it, but clean the kitchen first." I got up and went to my room, leaving my plate on the breakfast bar.

I went up to my room and turned the video equipment on. I watched her as I began to change into my swim trunks. She was moving slowly, as she began to put the dishes in the dish washer. It was fun watching her take my place over to the sink, rinse it off, then kneel so she could place it on the bottom tray. She was going to get quite a workout today. Lots of bending and kneeling. I bet her feet hurt.

I could tell that it would be a while before she finished cleaning the kitchen. Today, she would clean as much of the place as she had time for. The bathrooms were next on her list. Her slow movements, however, might keep her from getting very much done today.

After my swim, I plopped back down into my recliner and turned the tube on. I watched an hour of Sports Center, then got up and checked on Sarah.

She was almost done with the kitchen. All that was left to do was to mop the floor, which she was in the process of doing right now. She couldn't use a mop though as her balance wasn't even close to good enough to permit her to stand without something much more firm to grab than a mop. So she was on her hands and knees, cleaning it with a sponge. She was a clever girl.

It was quite entertaining to watch her do this because the short chains holding her hands prevented her from making large wipes. She was constantly moving her body to reposition herself so she could clear another six inch by six inch tile. Slow and sexy. That's what it was.

The movement, I could see was making her very, very hot. I was shocked to see that the camel toe had disappeared and now, the lowest portion of her panties had been sucked into the folds of her pussy completely. The V of the front of her panties now started just below her clit. half the clit ring was now sticking out one side of her very tight panties. I could see the glistening of her girl juice on the tops of her thighs, just above the lace of the boots. I knew that that the elastic, rubbing inside her pussy every time she moved, must be excruciatingly pleasurable. I wondered how much of this she could take. Just then, she turned and saw me standing in the door way.

She stopped scrubbing and looked up at me, still on hands and knees. Breathlessly, she spoke. "Sir? Wou..would you like a blow job?"

"No..not right now. Finish the floor." That was very poorly asked. I didn't tell her though. I wanted to force her to degrade herself, without telling her how to do it. I wanted her to think of what kinds of nasty things she had to say to get me to let her suck me off. And by the looks of things, if she didn't figure it out soon, she was going to be in big trouble.

"Please Sir?" Pathetic. No, that wasn't going to do it. I turned around and walked off without saying another word.

I was in my recliner, watching some basketball. I heard the chain that connected her hands, feet and collar, drag across the floor as she continued to clean it. It was very hard for me to keep from running over there, pull my pants down and start fucking her mouth. I had a hard on the size of Texas.

Eventually, I could no longer hear the chain dragging. I got up to inspect. As I approached the kitchen, I could see her kneeling on the floor. Her forearms were flat against the tile and her forehead was touching it. She had her ass up in the air and her knees were spread very wide. She didn't move a muscle. As I neared, she lifted her forehead and saw me. Lust was written all over her face.

"Please Sir. Please let me suck you off."

"Is the floor clean?" An evil thought went through my mind.

"Yes Sir. May I please make you cum?...Pleeeaase?"

"I don't know. I'm not very horny right now." I lied.

"Oh Sir. Please. I know I can make you horny. Please. Let my try."

"Oh..alright."

In a flash, she was up and fumbling with my trunks trying to pull them down as quick as possible. When my dick finally popped out, she wasted no time getting her mouth wrapped around it. She was determined to make me cum very quickly because she needed to cum right the fuck now. I was sure that if I said no, she would have exploded in an orgasm right there on the kitchen floor. Now though, she was trying very hard to hold it off until she had my cum in her mouth.

She began sucking with an urgency I hadn't experienced before. She was pumping her head very rapidly, fucking her mouth on my cock. Small moans escaped her and I felt them vibrate against my dick. She was going to try and make me cum right now. I just stood there and let her do all the work. How long could I hold off? Well, we would see.

Two minutes turned into five. Five minutes turned into seven. Near the eight minute mark, I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her hair and yanked my cock free from her mouth as I began to fist the shaft. I pulled her clear so she couldn't touch it and spurted my cum all over the kitchen floor right in front of her face.

She looked at it with wide eyes, following every last drop of cum as it hit the tile. She was too surprised to say anything. I had caught her completely off guard. She tried desperately to break my grasp to get her mouth back around my cock, but I held on firmly. As the last of my cum escaped my dick, I let go and quickly pulled my trunks back up.

Immediately, she got down on hands and knees and began greedily licking and slurping my cum up off the floor and into her mouth. She was a cum vacuum, desperate to get it all in her mouth so she could also cum. It was very amusing to watch her do such a slutty thing. I suspected that she would find it disgusting once she came down off her high.

She had her ass to me, so I couldn't see her tongue as it touched the floor, lapping at my seed, or her lips as they sucked it off. I bet it would be a hot thing to watch though. Still, my view was very nice. I wasn't complaining. I absolutely loved the way the panties had ridden up inside her cunt. It showed off her smooth, hairless pussy very nicely.

After just a few seconds, she stopped licking at the floor and put her knees together, crushing her clit in a vice like embrace. She began gyrating her hips to move her clit and clit ring through her tightly clamped thighs. It didn't take her long to cum. She began to jerk and I knew she was in the throws of her climax. She let out little grunts, but managed to keep her mouth closed so as not to loose my precious cum. Again, just like her unauthorized climax in the bathroom, it wasn't an earth shattering orgasm.

Finally, she finished. She lay her head down on the tile, and stayed there, with legs still clamped together. I spoke.

"Let me see it." She knew what I wanted to see, she had been holding it in her mouth the whole time. She turned around, got up on her knees and opened her mouth. I could see my gooey fluid mixed with a great deal of saliva. "Very good, slut. Now clean the bathrooms."

I turned around and went back to my recliner and the game that was still on.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she was turning into a full fledged nymphomaniac. The exposed clit was helping out immensely with that. Her constant arousal kept her sex always at the front of her mind. When she was asleep, when she was in class, when she was at a game cheering, her arousal would always be present. Like the beating of her heart, the breaths that she took, it was now a part of every second of every day of her life. She would never be able to escape it. The sensations would drive her to do such nasty things just to be allowed to gain relief, even if she hated doing them.

My plan was simple. I would train her to control her arousal, always keeping her on the edge. She would eventually learn how to keep form climaxing even under the most difficult of circumstances. In the same vain, she would learn to cum at my very command. I wouldn't have to touch her. She wouldn't even have to touch herself. Simply one or two words form me would be enough to send her over the edge. I wanted her to do this under any circumstance. Whether she was with me, or in public. It would be great fun to see her at the mall, with her friends as she got a call form me. I would utter the command, and she would cum instantly, right there for everyone to see.

I wondered though, if that would ever be possible. It would take a tremendous amount of training. It was sure to take a very long time before she could cum on command. Right now, she was at a point where she couldn't even control herself enough not to cum when I was standing in front of her. Oh, she tried. She tried so hard to be a good girl, but the sensations were simply too much for her. She had a long and torturous road to travel.

I, on the other hand, would have a great deal of fun trying to train her. I loved it when she degraded herself like she had just done. The fact that she would do such nasty things just to have permission to cum, something that normal girls were able to do any time they wanted, was just so delicious.

The game was almost over. An hour and a half had passed since I last saw my slut. I wondered how she was making out in the bathrooms. I decided to check just as soon as the clock counted off it's final seconds. Had she been a naughty girl? I knew she must be very hot right now. The tension building in her as the panties bit into her pussy and rubbed her exposed clit with such fury.

I got up, a hard on beginning to make itself felt. I decided that I wouldn't let her suck me off right now. I probably wouldn't cum much anyway. All the sexual activity I had experienced over the past 18 hours really had worn me out. I needed at least a few more hours before I came again. Just to give her a decent amount of spunk. I didn't want to disappoint her as I smiled to myself.

I found her in her bathroom. She was in the process of cleaning her tub. Down on her knees, bent over the edge of the tub with a sponge and some cleaner. She was scrubbing the tub, being such a good girl. She heard me approach and looked up at me with wide eyes. There was a tinge of fear there. I could tell the fear wasn't about her being a naughty girl. No, she was afraid of what I might do to her next. It was the first time I had seen her this way.

Yes, she realized now. The episode in the kitchen had educated her greatly. She now knew that I could be very cruel. She realized what she had gotten herself into and that the alternatives were much worse. The road ahead was full of landmines like she had just experienced.

At the same time though, I could see a sense of accomplishment about her. She seemed satisfied. I don't know if it was the domestic service, or the fact that she had managed to stave off a growing climax. Either way, I liked her like this. Fear and pride. What a wonderful mix.

"Did you clean the downstairs bathroom?"

"Yes Sir."

"How much longer will you be in here?"

"Ummmm...I just have to finish the tub and then the floor."

"Ok, well, it's time for lunch, so hurry up in here and then get that sexy ass in the kitchen."

"Yes Sir...Ummmm...Sir?"

"Yes?"

"May I s..suck you off again?"

I walked over to her as she was bent over the edge of the tub. I bent down, then very carefully, ran my finger down the crack of her ass. Slowly it made it's way into her panty stuffed slit, pausing briefly to apply a bit of pressure to her tight asshole. She steadied herself with both hands now as her head snapped forward. Her eyes were very wide and her mouth opened slightly as she uttered a small moan. I ran my finger up and down her slit, never quite getting near enough to her ring or clit. My finger was now covered with her juice. Quickly, I pulled it out and smacked her ass with my hand...just once. Then I held out my wet finger for her to suck. She did without protest. Her pussy juice was sure to leave a nice taste in her mouth.

"No, slut."

I exited the room, leaving her there in a state of heightened arousal. Quickly, I walked back to my room and flipped the video equipment on. She was now sitting on her haunches, her head resting against the edge of the tub. She didn't move for the longest time.

I wondered how she felt. I wondered if she liked being handled like a piece of meat by me. Maybe, but what I did know was that she didn't like to get so aroused without the opportunity to cum. That much was crystal clear as she sat there, trying very hard not make her situation any worse. Eventually, she began to get back to her task. I shut the video equipment off and changed out of my swim gear. I went back downstairs and sat in my recliner.

Fifteen minutes later, she crawled down the stairs and into the kitchen. I got up and sat at the bar as she began making lunch. I just loved how sexy that French Maid outfit looked on her as she stood over the stove. My very own teenaged French Maid. My horny, teenaged French Maid, I corrected.

I picked up the phone and dialed the 1-800 number to the panty manufacturer. I was going to order 30 more pair of these torturously tight panties right in front of Sarah. I'm sure she would be mortified. She would be even more so once they came in and I took away all the other, correctly sized panties away and put them in storage. I got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about fun it would be to have her wear these things everyday.

The phone picked up and I was greeted by the receptionist. I had her transfer me over to my sales rep. He picked up.

"This is Missy."

"Hi Missy, this is Joe."

"Joe, how are you doing?"

"Great. Hey, I was calling to order some more underwear. This time though, I want all of them to be the small version. You know, like the little black ones with the lace waist band?" Sarah had turned to look at me. Her face said it all. Dread...pure dread. I covered the receiver up and told her not to burn my food.

"Hold on, let me look you up in the computer. Ok. I see the one pair you had ordered. Ahh yes. Right, two sizes smaller, with the heavy duty waist band and....hmmm, a special order fastener in the back? You want 'em like that?

"Yep, the eyelets in the back. I think you've got it."

"Ok. What styles and colors?"

"I'm going to let you chose again."

"Alright. How many pair?"

"Thirty pair." Sarah's shoulders fell at that. She knew the only reason to get that many was if she would be wearing them often.

"Thirty. So, styles similar to what you had before?"

"Yes, just make sure they're all thongs, or T backs."

"Alright. Is this going on the same credit card?"

"Yep."

"Alrighty then. I have your order entered."

"About how long till delivery?"

"Seven or eight business days if we over night them."

"That sounds great. Thanks allot Missy."

"Anytime, give me a call if you need anything else."

"I will." I hung up and set the phone down. Sarah was sitting over the stove, cooking. She didn't turn to look at me, she didn't say anything. She simply accepted it.

"And how are your panties doing Sarah?"

"Uhhhmmm. They...they're terrible." She still didn't turn.

"Really? In what way? I think they're very pretty. Don't you?"

"Yes Sir...but they....well, they rub me and they...you know."

"No, I don't."

"They make me horny....very horny. And you wont let me give you a blow job."

"Yeah, well...maybe I'll let you use your slutty mouth later. Would you like that? Do you want to taste my cum?"

"Yes Sir." She whispered.

I had finished eating and she was in the process of putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I went back to my recliner. Five minutes later, she came crawling up to me. She was very horny and I knew what was coming.

"Sir?"

"Yes slut."

"May...may I please taste your cum?" Her eyes pleaded with me.

"Well, that's a nasty thing to say. Are you a nasty girl?"

"Ohhh...Yes Sir! I'm soooo...nasty. Please, please will you put your cock in my nasty...s..sluty mouth." Now she was getting it. Now, she was figuring out what I liked to hear.

"Does the slut want to suck cock?" I wanted to hear more.

"Ohhh, yes sir. I want to suck it very much. Please Sir, will you let me suck it? I'll suck it soo good."

"Get that cock sucking mouth up here." I began to unzip my pants. She climbed up my leg and was waiting at my crotch even before I got my dick free. As soon as it was though she hungrily began to suck.

She began to suck. As hard as it may be to believe, it was even better this time. It was unreal to think that over such a short period of time, she had gotten so damn good at it. It was almost as nice as fucking her ass. I simply couldn't believe how much improvement there was in her technique.

Still, I had cum six times in less than 24 hours. I wasn't about to give her my man juice without a good fight. I wanted her to suck for such a long time that her jaw ached. I wanted to hold out for as long as I could. And I did.

It took more than 20 minutes before I finally came. She had become sloppy at the end, obviously she was exhausted. I could have held out much longer, but I was concerned that her technique would become so poor that I would be unable to cum without helping her out.

So, I let her have it. I came but it wasn't anything to write home about. I was only able to deposit a rather small amount of my seed in her mouth. I was a little disappointed, but hey, I wasn't some 18 year old anymore with a constant hard on ready to bang anything with two legs at the drop of a hat. I just couldn't go that many times in that short of a period of time anymore.

Never the less, she got what she had asked for and now she deserved her release. She still had my dick in her mouth when she came. She still looked at me as she positioned her legs to grip her pierced clit, just like last time. She continued to look at me as her orgasm hit her.

It wasn't anything to write home about either. Apparently, she just couldn't gain enough sensation without a dick in her. Or, maybe she needed her hands to really explode like I knew she could. Well, whatever the reason, I seriously doubted that these moderate orgasms could truly satiate her arousal for very long. I suspected that it wouldn't be but a few minutes before she was all hot and bothered again.

Well, that would be a shame, because I needed to recharge and I needed longer than a few hours to do it. No, It would be quite a while before she would be able to feel my cock in her again. In any hole. I hoped that she could withstand the wait. If she couldn't.....

It was nearing 3:00pm. My self designated time to end the fun. I wanted Sarah to have time for her feet and pussy to recover before her mother came over at 6:00. I figured thee hours was sufficient.

So far, she hadn't begged to give me another blowjob, although I could see that she was still having a very hard time. The way the panties had ridden up in her pussy was giving her fits. I loved the fact that she couldn't get her hands down there to adjust them. She was forced to walk around in that restrictive outfit, with her panties sensually penetrating her for a half a day. The thought had me smiling to myself.

She was dusting the living room right now. She wasn't able to reach the higher shelves, so I told her to get what she could. I loved watching her work. The way she moved, the sounds she made, and the wetness of her outer lips and thighs. It was so erotic.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Or, in this case, a short break. I informed her that it was time to get her out of that uniform, and get ready for mother's visit. She seemed relieved, glad that the painful heels and tight corset could come off. I would also be taking the panties off, but she wasn't sure if that would happen. The thought of forcing her to wear them in front of mom gave me evil thoughts, but in the end, I knew I had better play it safe. No sense in showing my hand at this stage of the game.

We went upstairs and I began undressing her. First, the cuffs and chains. Then the lacing on the back of the corset and the boots. Finally, the lock holding her panties tight. I had to pull them out of her pussy, they were wedged up there so well. She uttered a small moan as I did this.

I reminded her not to cum and told her to take a shower, medicate her clit and get dressed. She would also be cooking dinner for us, so make it fast. She took her boots off while I was giving her my instructions and she began to stand up on her feet. I noticed a grimace of pain as she tried to stand flat footed. After half a minute of working the kinks out of her feet, she was able to walk nearly flat footed.

I got up and kissed her before leaving the room. I went into my room to watch the cameras. I wanted to see if she would obey me. I knew her clit was still bothering her even after I had taken the tight panties off. Could she control her arousal?

Apparently, yes. She was a good girl throughout the shower and even the application of the ointment. I was duly impressed, and disappointed at the same time. It would have been nice to hear her shamefully ask for another punishment. Oh well, I figured she had had her fair share of torture today. That's not to say that she wouldn't experience greater discomfort and more humiliation in the future, she just needed time.

She dressed in a very nice white cotton summer dress. It was sleeveless, and the dress came straight down to just above the knees. She had chosen a very nice light pink pair of panties to go with it. She was once again the picture of fifteen year old innocence...well, except for the nose ring.

That reminded me that it needed to be removed before mother came over. Luckily, the cotton dress, combined with the bra seemed to hide her nipple rings well, at least on camera. I hoped I wouldn't have to remove those as well.

She was finishing up and I quietly made my way downstairs, ring removal tool in hand. It was fifteen till four. A little over two hours until 'mom' showed. I wondered what Sarah would cook for us.

'Mom' was a bit late. She didn't show until fifteen after six. She apologized, explaining that the traffic was murder. She had come directly from the new hospital, two hours away. She would have called, but she couldn't find her cell phone.

I told her that her timing was perfect. Sarah had just pulled dinner out of the oven. It was a delicious smelling baked chicken. It was one of 'mom's' favorite dishes. I couldn't wait to eat. I helped Sarah get the food on the table and we sat down to eat.

'Mom' began telling us about her day at the new hospital. All the interviews had gone swimmingly. The place was a nearly new hospital, and the equipment was much better than her current hospital. She seemed very excited about it. I was glad. She was sure to take the job.

We made some more small talk as we ate. Finally, everyone's plates were clean and I helped Sarah clear the table. We all sat down in my living room and began talking about the serious stuff.

I explained that I had talked with my lawyer and he wanted 'mom' to sign a temporary custody writ. I told her exactly what he had told me earlier today about it. She commented that that would be a very good idea. She hadn't thought about any of the legalities of the situation. We discussed how visitation would work and a number of other things. She seemed very comfortable with everything.

She asked Sarah to excuse herself, she wanted to talk to me alone. I had a notion of what was coming. Sarah went up to her room. We watched her as she climbed the stairs. I could easily tell that her clit was, even now, bothering her. I was worried that mother would notice that she wasn't walking correctly also. Oh well, there wasn't anything that could be done about it right now.

Finally, we heard Sarah shut the door to her room.

Mother spoke first. "You know, I can see it plain as day. The way she acts, the way she looks at you, I mean it's clear. She's falling in love with you. Did you know that?"

"Yes, she's told me."

"Hmmmm. I don't want to see her get her heart broke. How serious is this for you?"

"Ohhh, I can assure you, it's very serious. I haven't felt this way about anyone before her." It was all true.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you falling in love too?"

"Yes, I've told her that."

"Well, that makes me feel better." She said.

"Look, I've got to ask," I said. "You know, there aren't too many mothers who would let their fifteen year old daughter see a guy who was 28. I'm just curious why you do."

She smiled. "Well, I was just seventeen when I had her. Her father was a much older man at the time also. He was older than you in fact. Has she told you any of this?"

"She doesn't talk about her father much at all. The only thing she's told me was that he died when she was five. I think it still hurts."

"Yes, she never quite got over it. I think she really missed out on a father. She views you not only as a lover, but as a father figure, I believe. Anyway, we married two days after I turned eighteen. I know that two people can fall in love even when their ages are far apart. I've been down that road, and it's not a bad way to travel. I have a good feeling about you two."

She never asked about the physicality of our relationship. I suspected that she already thought that we had sex. She would be very shocked to learn just exactly what we had been doing though. Hopefully, she would never learn. I was sure that Sarah wouldn't tell her, and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell her.

We rapped up the evening by making an appointment to go see my lawyer. I called him to set something up. Tuesday at 2:30 was best for him. She didn't have a problem with that. As we stood, she explained that she would have a very busy next few days. She was going to have to give her notice, find a realtor, sell the house, move...it sounded hectic. I told her that if she needed any help to just give me a call.

"Well, why don't you and Sarah go ahead and pack her stuff and move it over here tomorrow. That would be one less thing I'd have to worry about."

"That's fine. What time is good for you?"

"Oh, anytime. I'm sure I'll be in and out of the house all day, so just come over whenever. Sarah has a key."

I called Sarah down and we all said our goodnights. Things were going so good. I thought to myself, is it possible for one guy to be so lucky? I guess it was.

After 'mom' left, Sarah and I sat down in my recliner, holding each other. We just sat there for a while, not speaking. I wanted to ask Sarah some questions, but I figured Sarah would want the moment to last a little bit longer, so we just sat there.

Finally, I began to speak. "So, Sarah. What's been the worst thing for you over the past 36 hours?"

She looked up at me and held my hand that was wrapped around her tiny waist. "Oh, I don't know."

"Sure you do. Think about it, and tell me. I want you to be honest."

She sat there for a few minutes. I could tell that she was giving it allot of thought. Finally, "Ummmm, I guess...Well, there were a few things, but I guess the hardest...well, really the worst was....ummmm....when I humped the door. Well, not while I was doing it," A small smile crossed her face. "I mean, after...you know..I realized what I had done."

"That was the worst?"

"Yes...I guess." She whispered.

"You guess?"

"Well, there were a bunch of things...."

"Ok. I want you to write down the five worst, in ascending order. Go get a pen and paper." she reluctantly got up and returned a few seconds later. I had her kneel on the carpet and use the coffee table to write on. I reminded her that I wanted complete honesty.

She spent a few minutes on it. I didn't peak as she wrote. I wanted her to write the list out and then hand it to me, without feeling any pressure from me. I just sat there and waited silently. This was going to be interesting.

Finally she finished. She set the pen down and looked over at me, awaiting her next order. "Let me see it." She handed it to me and got back up on the couch. I gave her a look and she immediately got back don on the floor. Such a good, obedient submissive.

The list was interesting. Number 5, the ass fuck from last night. Number 4, the teasing while she was tied up watching the video. Number 3, in the video store. Number 2, when I spurted my cum on the kitchen floor. And, number one was the aforementioned door humping episode.

I was surprised at what was left out of the list. Things like the ballet heels and the tight panties. Or, this morning, in bed, when I used her mouth as my cum bucket. I wouldn't have thought that the ass fucking would have been on the list. She got into it after the initial surprise wore off. I decided to probe her choices a little bit.

"So, on a scale from one to ten, how bad was the ass fuck?"

"Ummm....I guess, a 9.5." That surprised me, and she saw that it did. She went on to explain. "Well.....I mean...I hadn't ever, you know, had sex there before and I wasn't ready for it and you were so rough and all...I don't know. It kind of felt, sorta like..........rape." She turned her face away. she didn't want to look at me as she said the last word.

"Interesting? You felt like you were being raped?"

"I...Kind of. I mean, at first. After a few minutes, it was better....maybe violated is a better word."

"Sarah. You know that I'm going to be fucking you in the ass allot more often don't you?"

She still wasn't looking at me. "Ummm...Yes Sir."

"Ok, lets go on to the next one. The teasing."

She turned back to me. "Uhhhh, I guess that one was a......9.5 also."

"Really? Explain."

"Uhhh....I thought I was going to go crazy! I couldn't have taken much more. It was terrible."

"What do you really think would happen if I did that to you for three, even four hours?"

I scared look came across her face. "Oh my god. I..I don't know. Will you?...You know, ever do that to me?"

"Probably. Let's move on. What about, the video store?"

She thought for a second, "9.5 again."

"All these were 9.5?"

"Well, they were all so bad. I just don't know which was worse. I made the list out and put them all in an order, but really the first four were all tied."

"Ok. Explain the video store."

"Ohhh, god. It was just sooo embarrassing. I hate that stuff, you know that. I guess that's why you picked it as a punishment." Yes, I did.

"Alright. How about the cum on the floor?"

She got quiet now. Slowly, she began to explain this one. "It was maybe a little higher than the others." She wasn't looking at me now and her face was a deeper shade of red now than before. "I....I wasn't...I was surprised when you did that at first. I...wanted to cum so badly, and I thought.....Well, you came on the floor and all I could think about was that I needed to have it in my mouth before I came. So I....you know. I felt so...embarrassed and....ashamed that I did that after wards." She got very quiet as she explained the next part. "And, you never were..It was the meanest thing. I....It's just that you've never been that...cruel.....before."

Interesting. The cruelty really got her goat. I may have to use that more often. What other kinds of cruel things could I think of? It would give me something to think about for the next few days.

Finally, I asked about the door humping.

She didn't look at me as she explained this one in a quiet tone. "Ohhh...I, let you down. I disobeyed you and I felt terrible after....It's just that I know how much you hate that and I know how bad my punishment will be...and I just hate it when you're upset at me."

"I've got a question for you, Sarah?" I said, "Why did you come downstairs and admit it to me?"

She thought long and hard about it. Several minutes went by. I just sat there, patiently waiting for her answerer. "I....I wouldn't have felt good about myself if I had gotten away with it. The guilt made me feel so bad about it. Plus, I knew you would find out. I can't keep a secret from you."

"So you genuinely thought you deserved a punishment from me?"

"Yes Sir." She whispered.

I reached down and grabbed her hand. At that, she swiveled her head around to look at me. Her eyes were teary. It was just one more of a hundred little things she did that told me she was mine forever. Just talking about disappointing me was enough to make her emotional.

I held out my other hand and she grabbed it with her free hand. I then pulled her up and onto my lap. I lightly held her chin and gave her a passionate kiss. She began to sob as I did this. I broke it off.

"Sarah?"

Through quiet sobs she replied. "Yes Sir?"

"I want you to know how much I appreciate your honesty. It's just one more thing that's endeared me to you. Another item on the long list of reasons why I love you." She was smiling at me as a tear ran down her cheek.

"But, there's also an equally long list of things I don't like. Things that make me wonder whether you can ever truly be the one." This was all bullshit, but I needed her to have that tinge of fear. I needed it so she would continue to try and improve. "Hopefully, though, you'll be able to work at those things and I can cross them off that list. I really want you to, because I don't want to loose interest in you. Will you continue to try and do that for me?"

Her smile had quickly turned to one of concern. "Yes Sir! I promise, I can do better. Please, just give me a chance. Please?"

I held her now, as she began sobbing again. "Don't worry Sarah. You'll get your chance. Don't worry."