All characters in this story are fictional. If you would like to contact me and give me some much needed feedback, my name is bondsman in the bdsm library. Specific responses are VERY helpful, and I read and carefully consider all of them. Oh yeah… and drugs are bad for you.

Part 1

I’ve always considered Kelly to be a mean spirited bitch, but that never seemed to matter whenever she brazenly told me what to do.  For some reason I hadn’t at that time begun to understand, whatever whim it was she wished me to fulfill, I did it.  I thought I was afraid of her – she was a grade older than me, and taller at that – but there was more to it.  She had light brown, feathery hair that was frequently being blown into her face in the wind.  She’d chew on a strand of her hair while she glanced at me sometimes, and I’d get that tight feeling at the back of my neck, the pinpricks over my scalp, and the tingly precursor to an erection.  Then she’d grin like the devil as if she knew I feared her, lusted for her, fantasized about her, hated her, and was absolutely bewildered by her all at the same time.  It was a game to her, and I was her favorite piece to control.  Why? Because games are fun.

Most of the guys in my class thought of her as evil, but to the best of my knowledge that was all they thought of her.  She seemed to notice this special attention I paid to her, and quickly her games found themselves completely revolved around pinching and prodding me to see how I reacted to her manipulations.  It started innocent and playful, as all addictions do, but it didn’t take long to turn into complete domination.  This is the story of how I first became a slave, and how I can never turn back, now that the desire is there, waiting to be commanded oh-so-easily.

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We both went to a conservative Lutheran school, and the many rules were a constant source of friction between her and the principal.  Kelly enjoyed disobeying those rules just to see what would happen.  It was one day in detention that she first talked to me, in an actual conversation.  Normally I was pretty quiet, and she was happy to ignore anyone who didn’t hold her as center of attention.  I was sitting in the desk behind her, trying to pass the time by drawing nonsense doodles while she was leaning back in her chair, reading some vampire novel with a picture of a half-naked woman apparently hypnotizing some guy on the cover.  I was no Van Gogh, but I was still pretty talented.  I was only drawing from memory, as I couldn’t see the cover while Kelly read it, but my doodle of the woman was decent.  The vampire was in a battlefield, killing people with a sword.  The blood was drawn in red pen, and she was perhaps wearing fewer clothes than the original, but what can you expect from memory?

While putting on the finishing touches, my pen brushed her hair, leaning back all the way without consideration as she was, and she turned around.  At first she looked ready to issue an insult, but she looked down first.  Her reaction wasn’t what I was expecting; she smiled that demoness smile and looked through my pupils and into my thoughts. “Like vampires do ya?  This is turning out to be a good book.  I shouldn’t even be reading it, since Mr. Halbmann told us to do nothing but homework while in here.  Same goes with you.” I could tell she wasn’t too worried about it.  She only did homework when the teacher was actually looking over her shoulder.  Kelly turned and made sure the principal/teacher wasn’t in the room yet.  He’d left to answer the phone. “I really should write this stupid paper, or I’ll end up in another detention, again.  Just so boring.  Do you have to write a paper?”

“No.  I’m in here for not doing my math in time.”

I wasn’t sure why she was so interested in talking to me.  No one in our class seemed to be included in her circle of friends, and she’d never before taken the time to talk to me.  Nonetheless, I kept looking at her soft lips as she told me more about the book.  Somehow, just glimpsing her tongue in motion behind those beautiful lips began that tingling sensation, my blood flowing more rapidly through my penis.  I hoped to God I wouldn’t get hard right in front of her as she told me about a vampire seductress who like to kill her slaves after she’d finished with them.  I didn’t think I could bare it, especially when I imagined Kelly as the vampire and me as the victim, her soft lips touching my neck and her fangs gently puncturing my skin.  It was strange.  Behind her back I sometimes used as many demonic puns as I could in context with Kelly, and my friends would laugh.  Now I was actually wishing she was like the woman on the cover of that book.

“Ah well,” she ended. “I don’t suppose I could get you to write my paper.” It didn’t sound like a question, but I wanted to answer anyway.  Only I didn’t want to say, “Sure, I’ll write your paper, and massage your feet, and draw you a bath, and rub oil on you,” so I shut my mouth.  She giggled.  “Actually, if you did write my paper for me, I’d owe you a favor.  How ‘bout it?”

Finally, I actually did start to get hard.  It was only natural, as hearing her say the word “favor” sounded incredibly sexual.  Of course, I was afraid to even broach the subject.  I didn’t want her to slap me across the face! Or did I?  I slouched a little more in my desk, making sure the growing stiffness in the groin of my pants wasn’t visible.  I was only at half mast, but my heartbeat was threatening to put up a fully formed tent in my jeans.

It was no use.  My nervous movements made her suspicious, and she leaned to the side and peeked under my desk.  Laughter burst out of her, and I immediately became blood red in the face. “Oh my God! I totally just turned you on didn’t I?” I could do nothing but avoid looking at her eyes.  I was the most embarrassed I’d ever been, including the time I left my house in my underwear during a heat wave – one of the earliest memories I have.  Hear I was, clearly horny for the girl right in front of me, and she was snickering uncontrollably.  I felt so hot and stuffy, and I started to get up, to run out of there, screw detention!

She put her hand on my shoulder, sitting me back down. “NO, don’t go.  It’s just that I didn’t realize…” Another giggle, which was beginning to sound like the cold laughter of a siren, and she stopped herself. “That’s not what I had in mind, but whatever floats your… boat.”

I sat, stunned.  Did she just say that was acceptable? To do something for me sexually in return, just to write a stupid paper for her?  The thought raced through my dumbfounded head, which didn’t help my situation.

“What do you mean?” I stammered.

“Do I have to spell it out? Write my paper, and,” with anther look around the room, “I’ll give you a sexual favor.  Nothing big, it’s only a three page paper at the most.” She seemed deep in thought, and she was clearly enjoying the aspect of what was to come.  I was still amazed; she talked about it so bluntly!

I was also desperate to agree to this opportunity.  Of all the girls in my school, she was the only one that seemed to enter all my boyhood fantasies.  Once I’d hit puberty, I’d discovered a couple new bodily functions early, and it wasn’t hard for my vivid imagination to conjure up all kinds of daydreams.  People say it’s normal for a growing boy, but it didn’t feel normal to me.  In fact, I considered the inner workings of my mind to be quite perverted.  Most girls didn’t seem to mesh well with those fantasies – making them harder to visualize – but not Kelly.  All my dreams about her felt extra lucid, like it wasn’t that much of a stretch for it to happen in real life.  Maybe it was something about her personality.  She was pretty, gorgeous even, but so were some of the others.  All I knew was that my attraction to her was much more pervasive.  Because I considered myself to be “dirty minded,” I was afraid of letting anyone know how much I liked Kelly.  I wasn’t even sure how much I liked Kelly, somewhere between loathing and worship.

So I nodded.  Her smile took on even darker implications, the victorious countenance of a succubus. “Tell you what, you write it, and I’ll give you a handjob.” She spoke softly, her elbows on my desk, one eyebrow raised.  Her slender face, hazel eyes, and perfect lips all waited for me to respond.

Again, I nodded.

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It was in the morning before school started.  I hadn’t taken the bus, so we met inside the building.  Only half the students were even there, and most were outside, not stepping a foot inside the building until they had to.  I was in the hallway standing in front of Kelly, not sure what to do.  This was very new to me, as I’d never done anything with a girl before.  She took my two-and-a-half page paper with her name on it, put it in her backpack, and issued me to follow her.  Again she wore that carefree yet evil smirk.  We’d not even spoken a word.  I stared at her beautiful ass moving beneath her skirt (It was very uncommon for Kelly to wear one, and this one wasn’t even denim.  It was white, stopped three fourths the way down to her knees, and slightly unthreaded at the fringe.).  She didn’t normally walk like that, I was sure.  My eyes wandered down her silky legs to her sandaled feet, toenails painted dark crimson.  That was no surprise.  We reached the boy’s room, which she slipped into without me even checking if it was clear.  I glanced around nervously and followed.

She waited at a stall, and I followed her into it, shutting the door behind me.  By now I’d started trembling.  I wasn’t cold, far from it, but I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking.  I hoped she didn’t notice.

“You know, I wish there was someone to do all my homework,” she whispered.  Being so close to her, I could smell the shampoo she must have used.  I was again getting turned on just by being in her presence, my imagination left to its own devices.  Her blue shirt and white skirt seemed less substantial, and I couldn’t help but imagine her standing this close to me without them.  “Well? Sit down and unzip your pants.”

I did what I was told.  My dick wasn’t yet hard, and it poked out of my fly at an angle.  It was awkward having this happen to me while sitting on a toilet in a public restroom; it had certainly never been that way in any of my fantasies, but the more I looked at her with my prick out of my pants, the easier it was for me to get hard.  Her reaction was to put her hands on her hips and tilt her head to the side.  I expected criticism and more embarrassment, but none came.  As I slowly got more erect, she asked, “You really do have the hots for me don’t you?”

Before I could respond, the sound of the bathroom door opening startled us.  Kelly turned quickly at sat on my lap, placing her feet on my knees and her rump just above my protruding dick.  What little there was left for my erection to be full vanished, and I was creating a tent with the backside of her skirt.  I felt her laugh silently at this, then tucked her skirt up and let my penis stand there between her bared legs.  The person outside the stall used the urinal and left without washing his hands.  Kelly couldn’t help but release a giggle and sigh, but she didn’t get off.  Instead she told me to slouch on the toilet seat more, which allowed her to scoot her butt higher and straighten her legs, placing her feet on the door.  Now my cock was actually touching her legs, and it was rock hard from having her sitting on me.  I could feel the creamy skin between her thighs against my organ, and I could smell her shampoo more strongly as her back was nearly pressed against my face.

“Okay,” she said, “this will have to do.” She managed to turn her head and wink at me. “Try not to make any noise, but tap me on the shoulder when you’re about to come.”

With that, I was reminded of why I had worked so hard on the paper the night before.  It was perhaps the first time I had worked hard on any homework at all.  Kelly grabbed by dick firmly, reaching between her legs, and slowly drew her hand up and down on the shaft once, as if testing it.  I inhaled, taking in more of her scent, and exhaled in a sigh as she began pumping my dick.  Her hand was soft, so soft that she must have used lotion on it before meeting me that morning.  I’d masturbated before, of course, but there was something entirely different about someone doing it for you.  And the warmth of her ass on my stomach, her smooth inner thighs bumping against the sides of my cock, and her gentle hand gliding up and down on it all worked quickly to push me to the edge.  I wanted to hold on to the moment forever, but soon my breathing grew faster, my cock throbbing to let loose.  “Almost there yet?” she asked.

I couldn’t help it; I slipped my hand onto the backside of her thigh, just touching the bottom curve of her buttocks.  That was all it took.  I tapped her on the shoulder, trying to give her time.  I thought she’d hop off of me, but she opened her legs and used her hands to push her bottom further up onto my torso like an Olympics athlete balancing on a bar.  She sat back down in her new position and again grabbed my dick, aiming it forward.

I spewed, issuing a low groan and laying my cheek against the small of her back.  The orgasm lasted for six or seven pulses, and I ejaculated all over the door of the stall.  Kelly seemed to find this funny, for she watched it all the way through, not letting go until the fullness in my organ began to fade, before I could get anything on her hand.

She either didn’t care or didn’t even notice that I had felt her up, and she got off me and told me to check if the coast was clear for her to leave.

Oh how deeply I’d begun to play her game after that.  So easily she had obliterated my common sense, and my mind could not stop thinking about her ever afterward.  Kelly went through the day like nothing had happened, except for the occasional glance in my direction during class.  That eye contact made it even harder to think, and I was soon completely ignoring the teacher.  All I wanted was more.  More of Kelly, not just to feel her, but to taste her sex and feel her ass pressed not on my chest but on my face.  I was completely addicted to the fantasies that wouldn’t stop playing over and over.  I daydreamed about Kelly as a vampire in almost no clothes, and I was her willing victim.

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A week later I’d grown so horny beyond any of my experience that I thought something had gone wrong with me physically, that something in my brain had melted while I was with Kelly in the stall.  I was in actual pain, which gave me the courage to (so I thought at the time) slyly ask if she had as much homework to do as I did.  Kelly chuckled. In a soft voice she said, “I knew you’d stew over that for a while.  Actually, I have a large and boring math assignment you could do for me.” It was the assignment I also had to do, since we were in the same math class, though I was one grade below her.  Math was pretty easy for me, but I often lacked the discipline to do my work on time.  For Kelly, I’d ace the assignment for sure.  I smiled.  She smiled, then whispered in my ear in the most promise-filled, sensuous voice I’d ever heard, “This time it’ll be a surprise.”

My heart hiccupped.  No matter what it was, her tone promised more than the last time, and I would have done her math for the rest of the year for another time like that, though I wouldn’t have admitted as much.

After diligently checking every single problem and rewriting it in as close to her penmanship as I could, I went to bed that night.  It was a dream-filled night of feverish desires.  There wasn’t anything I could even describe in those dreams, just intense feelings of Kelly’s lips against mine in a wet kiss, the feeling of my mouth kissing and suckling its way down her body and finally paying homage to the wet pink flesh between her legs.  I remember hearing the noises she made in those dreams, deep moans muffled by her pale thighs pressed against my ears.  Needless to say, I’d thought I was done with wet dreams at my age.

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This time I did take the bus.  Kelly sat in the very back as usual.  The others gave her space, not sitting across from her.  I sat with her, eliciting a few curious stares.  Kelly didn’t seem to even notice them.  In fact, she beamed when I sat down, like a little child showing off a new toy.

“Do you have it?” she asked.  I handed her the assignment, what I was sure was going to be an A plus. “Danke,” she said, then lowered her voice. “I’ll see you at recess then.” As she said this, she slipped me a note telling me where to meet her.  Then she began talking about that book of hers in a normal voice, though quieter than most of the others on the bus.  She told me how this vampire character was really an ancient princess, and she was known among the ancient Greeks as a seductress.  She used to lure men into her bedchamber, then tie them up and use them for her pleasure for days.  After she’d had her fill, she’d bite them on the neck and drain all their blood.  Since she was royalty, she could get away with anything, and her husband didn’t even suspect her, though he knew she had bizarre tastes in bed.

I wasn’t sure why she wanted to inform me about her book.  I’d read lots of books before, and it was nice sharing with someone who has also read them. But I’d never before heard of it.  The vampire princess did all sorts of things to her temporary slaves, and I quickly realized her book was more of an erotic novel than a horror story.  Kelly described them to me in detail: the seductress would straddle her slaves’ faces and ride them to several full orgasms, then turn around – facing the slaves’ feet – and sit back just to humiliate them.  She would also torture them by tying them tightly and slapping and whipping their bodies.  Sometimes she’d take their blood little by little, from the arms, their chests, and even their genitals.

The bus ride wasn’t long, but long enough for her descriptions to again turn me on.  My cock was pushing against the front of my jeans, and I couldn’t find a comfortable position.  Kelly must have known, for she was looking right at it, but she kept describing her favorite stories about all the slaves who would kiss this mistress’s feet, pleasure her, and sacrifice themselves for her hunger.  Without warning, Kelly slid her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed my erection.  Her hands felt cold, and I almost yelped.  She started rubbing me slowly, as it was hard to do it at all beneath the taught fabric.  I blushed, even though only yesterday she had given me a full handjob.  Mostly I was afraid of the kids in the seat right in front of us finding out.  Tammy and John weren’t close friends, and they’d probably make a lot of noise.

All the while Kelly stared into my eyes in the most amused way yet.  Her light brown hair fell down straight on the sides of her face, ending at her jaw line, with some of the strands flipped outward slightly.  Her expression was one of great sport.  She was enjoying herself, and I was so nervous I couldn’t get close to an orgasm!  Her hand gripped me tightly on the way up and loosely on the way down like she was milking me.  She leaned closer so her mouth was close to my ear. “I can’t keep the surprise any longer,” she whispered. “I really want to feel what Patomia feels when her captives lick her pussy.  I’m already wet thinking about it.”

Kelly took my hand and put it on her lower stomach, spread my fingers so the tips were just under her waistband, and slid my hand down over her lightly-haired mons.  She pressed down on my hand, still stoking my erection with her other hand, and touched my fingers to her pussy lips.  With her hand still guiding mine, I rubbed up and down her slit.  She was wet indeed, and very, very warm.

After a couple minutes of this delicious teasing, the bus pulled into the school’s parking lot and the other students stood up.  I very much wanted to please Kelly, playing along with her games, so I sucked the tips of my fingers.  Her smile grew wide, and she stepped over me, one leg on each side of my chest, before stepping into the aisle and lining up.  As she did so, I could see the shape of her small breasts through her white T-shirt, and her nipples were clearly distended.  I had to wait until last, as I didn’t want anyone to see my hard on.  Picturing raw meat and imagining biting into a lemon, I walked off the bus.  That usually did the trick to alleviate my erections.

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I had bible study, math, science, and history before lunch, none from which I remembered a single word.  I couldn’t even recall the topics.  When lunch rolled around, I eagerly stepped outside.  It was a fresh, warm day with a bright but not overly hot sun.  There were two lunch periods, while the first half of the students had lunch, the other half were on break, then the groups would switch.  This compensated for the noise in the lunchroom.  It turned out that Kelly and I both had first period break. 

Before getting a chance to step outside, John and Lisa both walked up to us with big smiles on their faces. “You guys dating now?” they asked. “That’s so CUTE, the class bully and the brainy dork!  Tammy says you sat together on the bus, holding hands.” John laughed and nodded. “I was there,” he chimed.

Kelly’s lips formed a thin line that curved into a wicked grin.  Her eyes had the glint of a sharpened blade.  Instead of coming up with some stupid retort, she turned on her heel and punched me in the face!  Her fist slammed into me straight on, forcing my head back, and almost making me trip and fall.  I instantly felt blood trickle out of my nostril, and the pain and tightness soon followed.  I was dazed, but keen enough to see the shocked expression on John and Lisa’s faces. “Kelly!” Lisa exclaimed, both of them backing off.

“Are you still misinformed?” Kelly asked calmly.  The two harriers left, probably to tell the principal.  I was just as shocked as they were, but I calmed down a little after seeing Kelly giggle. “I’m sorry, Justin.  I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” Still she wore that grin.  I nodded and followed her.  That hard? She still intended to smack me! was my thought.  At least she gave me time to wash up a bit in the bathroom – and stop the bleeding.

While our classmates filtered out of the building, we left through the back entrance.  There was a little used parking lot back there, with a small semi trailer next to one brick wall for some unknown reason.  First Kelly tried the hatch in the back, but it was padlocked.  “We’ll still have cover between the trailer and the wall,” she said.  I agreed, since no one came back there except to play soccer on the field next to the small parking lot, and everyone was favoring kickball in the front parking lot.

It was close quarters again.  She moved passed me, my back to the trailer, and scooted her behind over my groin in an obviously intentional way.  Again I got that feeling of her clothes being thinner than they were.  I saw the shapes of her body more clearly, her shirt conforming to the curve on her abdomen leading down to her crotch, the back of her jeans gripping her buttocks like paint.  Maybe it was adrenaline, but the feeling was again making my lower half react accordingly.  Kelly’s hands landed on my shoulders, and she stood close to me, enjoying my response to her closeness.  She even went as far as to massage the bulge in my pants.  It occurred to me that whenever I was being seduced, Kelly wore an incredibly amiable smile that in retrospect seemed more like a conquering one.  Then her hands pushed me down to my knees, and further until I was sitting on my feet. “Justin, if I let you eat me, will you do more homework for me?” She almost moaned it.  I myself moaned a little as she unzipped her jeans and revealed the slender front of a black thong.  I salivated at the cream colored skin below her navel.

“I’ll do all your homework!” I spouted.

Kelly slid her jeans to her ankles, then pulled down her thong as I watched, my face less than a foot from her sex.  “Then eat me,” she commanded.

I did, tentatively running the tip of my tongue over the soft skin of her labia.  Making long strokes up and down her slit, I pushed deeper and began licking faster.  She chuckled, “Oh… God.” Her taste, smell and texture filled me with desire until I was rock hard.  I lapped her with increasing fervor until she began to perspire.  She sighed and told me to keep going.

Cheeks rubbing against her inner thigh, my nose pressed against her clit, I ate her with all my heart, loving every second.  When my tongue got tired and started to slow, Kelly grabbed my head and pushed me onto herself and began thrusting her hips.  I started making circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue.  She started breathing expletives while she ran her fingers through my hair.  I didn’t care that my feet were getting numb or my knees were getting scraped by the rocky ground.  I’d never experienced anything like this before, and I wanted more than anything to taste her as she came.  Her heavy breathing spurred me on, and I flicked my tongue and sucked on her clit until she finally climaxed.  Her hands gripped my hair, pulling hard; her hips rocked, her pussy squishing my face as she shivered. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, more loudly than I would have wanted.  Her juices trickled onto my tongue, and I let them slide slowly down my throat.

“Keep going,” she commanded again.  Again! I lapped harder with my tongue, trying to keep my former pace.  I licked her sex from top to bottom again, dipping into her vagina and swirling around her clit.  She continued to rub herself on my face, using my lips and my nose as she did.  I just hoped I could make her come again.

Her continued heavy breathing made me feel more optimistic, but I was still struggling to keep up with her continued whispers of “faster… oh fuck… faster.”  My own breathing was coming in gasps between dives with my tongue.  The wetness from her orgasm had smeared onto my mouth, and her increased warmth was making it hard to breathe.  Kelly’s effect on me was animalistic.  I stopped thinking about anything but her words, “faster… deeper… yes, keep going.”  It was a mantra, and it was at that point I realized I had become fully her slave.  If she would have told me to strip naked in class, I probably would have – damn the consequences.

By then the root of my tongue was tiring from sticking it out as far as I could for so long, and my nose was numb from her rigorous rubbing (not to mention recently being struck).  She heaved in the throes of another orgasm, and I savored the renewed taste, licking the moistness like melted ice cream dripping down a cone.

After she dismounted my shoulders and pulled up her pants, I desired more than anything to relieve myself, as my cock was relentlessly stiff.  But she would have none of it, telling me instead to collect her homework at the end of the day.  Then Kelly left, walking lightly and smoothly with a rare genuine smile on her beautiful face.  Of course, I had to wait until the end of the lunch period before my erection would subside.  None of the usual tricks worked, but eventually I was free, if still frustrated at not having an orgasm myself.

Worse, when I did pick up her homework, she told me not to masturbate.  “At all,” she said fiercely. “I’ll know.”

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Kelly’s grades improved, needless to say.  I’d learned she was in danger of failing math, and I was able to bring her up to a low B, even though she derided me for giving her A’s.  She said it wasn’t believable that her F’s and D’s suddenly changed to A’s.  B’s were better.  This went on for weeks.  I was so hungry for more of Kelly that every night was invaded with dreams of me and her fulfilling all of Patomia’s dark fantasies.  But nothing of significance had happened since going down on her behind the school.  She’d kiss me sweetly sometimes, even in front of others (I never figured why we had wanted to keep everything a secret.  I didn’t mind being seen as her boyfriend.)  As I did more of her homework, she let me give her massages on the bus.  I grew a liking to rubbing her feet, but again I wanted to kiss them and work my way higher on her legs.  But she didn’t allow it.  Through those weeks, I was faithful to her demands that I not gratify myself.  I’d wake up in the middle of the night for no reason and wake up tired in the morning; my dreams would be fitful.  I’d never realized how much stress I was relieving in my fantasizing.

In my frustration, I told someone I shouldn’t have.  Collin was a friend of mine.  Whenever he’d see me with Kelly, I knew his looks were less than approving, but he didn’t bother me about it.  What I told him wasn’t the whole truth; I said Kelly and I had “made out in the bathroom,” and “felt each other up behind the school.” I thought I’d have wanted to tell everything, to brag a little at what had happened, but I didn’t.  Only later did I know why: I wasn’t getting lucky with Kelly, I was the one being used.  I felt a little embarrassed.

Collin looked at me with a mix between humor and surprise. “Do you really like her?” He seemed incredulous.  I didn’t blame him; Kelly was much known for stepping on everyone’s toes – gleefully.  “When I see her kiss you, that’s what I see.  Her kissing you.  Every time.  You seem like you’re not sure about it.

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot.  If you two are hitting it off, then I say go as far as you want together, but you know how pushy she is.”

Yes, I did, and the thought made me smile a little.  “I know what you mean, but it’s kinda strange with her.  I don’t actually think we’re friends!  Does that sound weird?  We’re just attracted to each other.  Well, I’ve probably got the hots for her more than she does for me.”

“Yeah…” Collin laughed. “You’re always looking at her in class.  Mr. Halbmann keeps asking you questions because he sees you staring off into space.  She must really have hooks in you.  What do you two even talk about?”

My words came out in a frustrated growl. “God! Everything that’ll drive me nuts, that’s what.  Seriously.”

“Like dirty talk?” Collin’s eyes got much more attentive.

“Hell yeah.  She finds it amusing to watch me get turned on.  She talks about her romance books all the time.  Stuff she wants to try.”

“Wow,” Collin replied, shaking his head slowly. “Kelly’s like a sex addict.”

“More than that,” I said. “She’s like a hot princess bitch that sleeps with the husbands of all the other wives in the kingdom.”

“Okay…  Not what I’d think of but…”

“It’s from one of her books,” I explained.  Collin nodded.

“Hey bitch!” Kelly yelled from behind my back.  Collin jumped a full six inches in the air.  Heat flooded my face, and the hairs on my skin stood, tingling electrically.  She heard, she heard¸ I kept repeating in my head.  I knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Woe, Kelly.  Justin was telling me how much he–”

“Shut it, you little prick,” Kelly snapped.  Collin shut it, and fast. “You,” she pointed at me, and her lips curled up into a razor-thin crescent. “You’re going to be kissing my ass ‘til school’s out.  And to start, I’m gonna kick yours.”

She was fast, and I didn’t have a chance to block her hand from zipping across and slapping me square on the cheek, backhanded.  A fist went straight to my stomach as the sting on my face dazed me.  The blow sent ripples of dull ache though my guts, and I bent forward.

“What the hell, Kelly!” It was Collin, but he was obviously too afraid of her ferocity to help.

She ignored him completely, hitting me again, this time on the side of my head.  I fell back this time, landing on my backside.  Kelly kicked me in the chest hard, and the breath was knocked out of me. “Okay,” she said, panting a little from her outburst, “tell me you’re sorry and kiss my shoe.”

I coughed and choked before steadying my breath.  I knew she could probably beat the shit out of me, but I didn’t know how easily.  I didn’t even see her coming, and I was on the ground before she’d broken a sweat.  There was nothing else to do.  I got on all fours and kissed her shoe. “Lick it,” she said, and I did.  I could taste bitter grass and chalky dirt on the suede of her shoes.  When I looked up, telling her I’m sorry in the most remorseful expression I could conjure – not too difficult to do at the moment – she looked very pleased.  Even hurt, on the ground, and humiliated in front of my best friend, I was turned on by seeing her satisfied. “Good boy,” she said endearingly.  It was the cream on top of this whole embarrassing experience.  Then Kelly walked away.

I don’t remember if Collin said anything to me or not afterwards.  I left with little eye contact, as I couldn’t explain to him.  How could I tell him that had actually made me want her more?  I didn’t get it myself.  She’d humiliated me, and that just asserted her control over me all the more.

During class that day, I was assaulted with many looks.  Most were snickering, prankish looks, but some were sympathetic.  Maybe they understood how mean Kelly could be.  It was a long day, nevertheless.

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It was three days after getting my ass kicked.  A Friday.  I’d followed instructions by telling my parents I was staying at Collin’s house.  Collin knew.  He asked me if I was sure, if Kelly was worth “selling you’re fucking soul.” I had considered the question carefully.  I had replied “yes.” The need was too great.  Thinking about that day behind the school and before that in the bathroom stall was all it took for me to give up my dignity.  Kelly was way too good to pass up this chance.

I sat with Kelly on the bus ride home, and I got off at her stop.  Following her down the street quietly, as instructed, I looked up from her ass to her house.  It was a two-story with a deck in the back.  Nice, but it looked a bit run down.  The lawn wasn’t mowed, and some of the siding was dented in places.  Kelly walked straight up to the front door with me in tow, and closed the door and locked it behind me.  The inside of her house smelled a bit musty.  Well, the smell wasn’t something I’d experienced, sort of smoky and tangy.

“Come on,” she said, leading me upstairs. “My mom won’t be home until Sunday, and only my sister is watching after me.” At this she giggled. “Tanya’s probably in her room, high as a fucking flagpole and about as conscious.”  One of the doors we passed in the upstairs hall was the source of the smoky smell.  A steady rumble of music emanated from it like a distant train crash.  Kelly’s room was adjacent to it.

Once inside, Kelly turned from a friend showing another friend her home to my Mistress.  The change in her face was humorously immediate.  “Get on your knees.  After tonight, you’ll know our relationship more clearly.  You have to make up to me for calling me a bitch, by being my bitch of course, and afterward I might reward you if you do well.”  She took her socks and shoes off and sat on her bed, far back enough so her legs were sticking straight out at me.  I took her cue and crawled closer, her bare feet inches from my face.  It had been a warm day, and could smell her soft feet as she wriggled her beautiful toes.  Each nail had been painted black with little red hourglasses on them.  This made me smile; it was fitting.

“I think you know what to do to start.”

The sight and aroma of her bare feet were enough to give me that pre-erection throbbing, but I went from half mast to flying my flag full when I began kissing her tender soles.  She wiggled her toes over my nose as I licked the bottom of her feet, heel to the base of her toes, just taking in their mildly salty flavor.  Then I took her toes into my mouth, sliding my tongue across them and between them, not missing anything.  I massaged her soles as I sucked her toes, making little circles with my thumbs. “Very good, my pet.”  The simple endearment excited my blood and quickened my breathing.

As I worked, I looked down the length of her legs and realized she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her denim skirt.  Her vagina looked as it did after I’d eaten her out, flushed skin and damp.  I had to slurp my own salivations as I suckled her little toes.

Kelly saw me staring up her skirt and shifted so I could get a better view. “Mmmm.  I bet you want to lick my pussy again, don’t you?  Only if you do a good job with the rest of tonight’s activities.”  Her voice had cryptic air about it, and I desperately wanted to know what she had in store for me.  Would it be punishment or pleasure?

“Okay, that’s enough toe sucking.” She pulled something out from beneath her pillow.  It jingled pleasantly as she dangled it in front of me.  Handcuffs. “You’ll have to do everything I say once you’re restrained.  Kelly leaned over me and pulled my hands behind my back, clapping the cuffs in place.  They settled a bit tight.  Next, she pulled out a plastic cord.  She must have planned this, I thought.  This time she looped the plastic over my feet and pulled it tight.  The plastic clicked rapidly as it got tighter and tighter.  The ankle restraint hurt; moving my feet only a little made the hard edge of the plastic dig into my skin.  Even so, I was willing to let her play her games if the result was me again dipping my tongue in the moist crevice of her sex.

But there was something wrong with that thought.  I wouldn’t be “letting” her do anything.  She’d do it, and I would have to obey.

“Up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her.  I struggled to get onto the bed with my hands tied behind my back and my feet so rigidly fastened together.  When I did, I was on my back. “Good, stay just like that.”

Kelly got off the bed and stood next to my head.  She began taking her skirt off, letting it fall to the floor, and I gulped as I strained to look at her slightly swollen clit.  I saw her smile wickedly before turning around. “I said you’d be kissing my ass.  Now it’s time to start.”  Kelly’s bottom was finely toned and had a perfect, sensuous curve along the top where it met the small of her back.  I didn’t mind at all the thought of my lips showering her magnificent ass with wet kisses.

“Ready?”

I nodded and licked my lips.  She was inching over my face at the edge of the bed.  Slowly, Kelly slid on top of me, sitting so that my nose was pressing into the bottom of her vagina and my mouth was squarely beneath her ass. “Good, but I want you to lick my ass instead, Justin.  Just like you licked my pussy last month, nice and hard and wet and deep.”

“What?” I tried to say.  She wanted me to lick her ass?  I’d gladly do it, but the way I was positioned, I’d be licking her anus.

She laughed at the sound of my voice trapped under her bottom. “Yes, you’re starting to understand.  I want a major rim job.  Don’t be shy, start licking.” Her tone grew increasingly harsh.  Kelly wiggled her butt a little and ground my face deeper into her crack.  This wasn’t something I had planned on.  Of course, some of my fantasies over the weeks about Kelly involved her sitting on my face.  It was a natural reaction to her sitting on my chest, I think, but I had never thought about licking her butt hole.  I wasn’t sure I could.  The closer I nuzzled to it, the more I could smell its stronger aroma.  I couldn’t see it very well – she was sitting on my face with her full weight – so I couldn’t tell if it was clean or not.

“Well?” Kelly started. “If you don’t start rimming my ass, I’m going to start taking a shit right now.  I know you can’t breathe with your mouth closed.  Ready?”

No more hesitation.  I stuck my tongue out and softly pushed it onto the fringe of her anus, first circling, and then finally flicking over it. “Oooh, that’s weird,” she giggled. “I like it.”  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, and soon my tongue was pushing at her asshole with more enthusiasm.  I let the feeling of her bottom pressing down on my face turn me on, even though I could only breathe when my mouth was open.  I licked her rapidly, slipping my tongue in and out of my mouth, poking her anus like I was trying to fuck her with it. “Yes! That’s how I want you to do it.  Mmmmm, lick it nice and deep.” I complied, and soon I was beginning to enjoy it.  Kelly was reacting to my licking, sweating and touching herself.

My tongue pushed harder at the opening until I could taste her asshole strongly.  I flicked my tongue at this point, and Kelly moaned with delight.  She began grinding her ass on my face, telling me to hold my tongue out while she slides her butt up and down.  I got to lick her whole crack from top to vagina, and she seemed to be enjoying herself with this new sensation.

“You’ve been good so far, Justin.  This isn’t a punishment.” Before I could ask, she pushed her ass cheeks together and wriggled down on my nose hard, cutting off my air.  She held her bottom down on my face, slipping her hands under my head and pulling up hard.  I couldn’t breathe, at all, and I started to struggle. “Be still.”

I tried, but she didn’t show any sign of relenting, and I started to get scared.

“Justin, if you want to breathe again, you have to promise to do everything I say tonight, no matter what it is.  If you promise so, tap my leg twice.”

I tried to suck in air, but it was no use, she was crushing herself down on me as hard as she could, flattening my nose and forcing my mouth deep into her crack.  My lungs burned, and I thought I was about to pass out.  I tapped her leg twice.

Kelly immediately got off, and I gasped in a huge lungful of air. “Please, Kelly, don’t do that.”

Affectionately petting my hair, she cooed, “I’m sorry Justin.  I just need you to be mine, because I want you so bad it hurts.  I’ve never had so much control, my pet.”

Still breathing heavily, I replied, “I am yours, Kelly.  You don’t need to force me.  I’ll do anything for you.”

Happily beaming, she said, “We’ll see.  And call me Mistress.”

With little effort, it seemed, Kelly rolled me onto my stomach so my face was against her down comforter.  She crawled onto the bed and positioned herself so I could continue worshipping her ass, lying on her stomach with her elbows propped up and her chin on her hands. “Okay, my pet, keep licking my ass.”

I didn’t get the feeling of her bottom pressing down on my face, but I was still enjoying the worship of her ass.  I nuzzled my face against her butt and licked her long and hard, driving my tongue at her asshole with more fucking motions.  The tip of my tongue found its way deeper into her sphincter, and I held it there, musing how its hot interior was similar to the warm depths of Kelly’s pussy.  Her ass was getting wet from my constant licking, and Kelly told me to suck my spit out of her.  I slurped my saliva from her crack, licked some more, and then slurped it up again.

Kelly enjoyed this for a good ten to fifteen minutes before she decided to change things up. “I’ll be right back,” she said.

Laying there with my hands cuffed behind my back, my ankles painfully strapped together, and my face down on her bed, which was wet with my spit and Kelly’s juices, I realized something else.  It was ridiculous to think a girl would have sex with me for doing her homework – I was just willing to believe it.  This was what she wanted, a pet.  Kelly decided to play with me one day, and absolutely none of it was my doing.  Before I could properly decide whether or not I liked the idea, Kelly came back into the room.

She had taken her shirt off as well, and her breasts were a clear indicator of how turned on she was, that is, if I couldn’t already see the wetness on her pussy (and the wetness I was laying my cheek in).  She rubbed herself a little and let me suck on her fingers.  It was then I saw what she’d brought into her room: a dildo.  I whimpered a little, as I knew enough to know what she could do to me with it.  It was rubbery from the way she squeezed it in her hand, but the thing obviously had something rigid inside it as well. “This is my sisters,” she explained. “She’s too baked to know I’m even home right now.  I just took it out of her panty drawer.” Kelly knelt and looked directly into my eyes. “I’m not sure if she ever washes it.” Then she giggled sweetly. “What I want you to do is fuck me with it, but since you’re all tied up, you’ll have to hold it in your mouth.”

Relief was my first thought.  I thought that didn’t sound all too hard.  I just wish I’d seen her sister before.  “Okay on your back again.” Once in position, she crawled on top of my chest and straddled me.  I was still erect from all the stimulation of kissing and licking her feet and her ass, and looking up her body – her trimmed mound, toned abdomen, and perky little breasts, ending with her devilish smirk – gave me back that rock hard maximum. “Don’t choke.”

She put the back end of the rubber phallus in my mouth, and it slide down of its own weight before I bit down on it.  Kelly knee-walked over to my face and gently pushed the head of the dildo into her slick vagina.  She issued a low moan and took it further in. “Okay, keep it up for me,” she joked.

I held it in my mouth and craned my neck to push it in and out of her while she rocked her hips against my motion.  Kelly let out an open-mouthed groan and started rocking harder.  The back end of the dildo pushed into the back of my mouth, and I was trying not to gag on it.  Kelly rode the shaft up and down, bouncing on my face.  The dildo wasn’t as long as I’d seen in some pictures, and my lips kissed her pussy every time she took it all the way in.  I enjoyed that aspect very much, as I could taste her dampness and smell her arousal.

Kelly grinded harder still, and my mouth was started to get sore, my jaw getting tired from being kept open.  Her mantra began, “Oh… fuck me with it… yes, let me fuck your face.” Her expletives grew in pace and creativity until I could smell her body get hot with sweat.  She sighed shrilly and came with the dildo fully engulfed. “Fuck!” When Kelly came the first time as I ate her out, her juices were just a trickle dribbling into my mouth.  This time she actually squirted over the dildo and onto my face.  I was surprised, but I held on to it.  Kelly kept the rubber cock deep inside her and rubbed her very wet vagina on my nose and lips. “You’re always a pleasure to have around, Justin.”  She dismounted and took the dildo out. “Lick me clean.”

I managed to shift on the bed until I could place my eager mouth over her clit and suckle it.  My tongue strayed from the top of her pussy to the opening at the bottom, which was dilated from the dildo.  I was happy to drink from it and lap up her mess.  Without even her asking – I knew what was coming – I vigorously started licking along the length of her slit.  Her pussy lips enveloped my tongue as I pressed it down hard and flicked it over and over.  My lips closed around my ministering tongue and sucked lightly, then with more force.  “Good boy, pet.  Make me come again.”

Just hearing her urge me on made me wildly twirl my tongue over her clit until she started moaning again.  I was a like a dog drinking from a bowl, and I made wet noises as I ate her. “Mmmm…” Kelly leaned back and let me dive in with my tongue.  I could tell she was ready to come again, so I focused solely on her hood and her nub until she shook in a spasm.  More juice trickled from her pussy, and I was eager to lick it all up.

“Well, Justin, I was going to fuck your ass with this dildo, but you’ve been such a good sex slave, I don’t have a reason to punish you yet.” That meant she was saving it for later. “Don’t look so worried!  It wouldn’t hurt that much.

“You need so little training, this is great.  Not like I’ve made you do anything you don’t fantasize about anyway…” Kelly unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down, finally letting my erection out of its cage.  My penis was poking out of the fly of my boxers. “Speaking of which, I have to find out if you’ve disobeyed my command to not masturbate.”

I had been faithful, but I still wore a worried look.  The night before, I dreamt about Kelly taking my dick into her mouth and sucking me off ever so gently, for the longest time, until I couldn’t take it anymore and blew.  When I’d awoken, I found I’d had another wet dream.  It was embarrassing, as I’d had two recently at such an age, but Kelly was making my body ache for her touch.  I couldn’t help it.

“Come with me.” The demonic smile that never truly left her face was ever-so-present then.  She unbound my feet so I could walk, but my hands remained locked.  “I get to kill two birds with one stone: get you off and get back at my bitch sister.”

“Wait… you mean…?”

Kelly turned on her heels and slapped me across the face. “Always address me as Mistress, and yes, I mean my sister’s going to get you off.”

I couldn’t put my hand on my stinging cheek, which bothered me a lot. “Mistress, isn’t she passed out?”

Curling her hair around her finger, she giggled. “Sort of.”

So I followed her, always looking up and down her naked body, while my cock quivered like an arrow straight out in front of me.  Kelly opened her sister’s door, letting that chemical smell out.  I entered after her.  A song was playing on her sister’s stereo, one I recognized.  It was the track at the end of a Slipknot album, called Iowa if I remembered correctly.  The coarse music lent an eerie aura to the whole room.  Tanya was lying on her bed, which was folded into a couch, one leg up over the top, the other hanging down to the floor.  Her arms hung limply to each side, and her head was tilted like she was sleeping.  She grunted, though, and I knew she was just high.

Kelly walked right up and moved Tanya’s arms and legs so she could role her to one side, facing off the edge of the couch. “Hey bitch, Justin’s gonna fuck your mouth so I don’t have to jerk him off myself.” She laughed, knowing Tanya couldn’t understand a word she was saying.  Tanya’s response was two mumbled words that started with “f”.

Kelly looked at me, then down to my still erect dick. “Well?  This might be the only chance you get to cum.”

“Are you sure, Mistress?”

“Don’t worry, she won’t remember anything.  Besides, she sucks dick every single day of her life.  This one guy, who gave her the ice to begin with, pretty much lets her whore herself to pay for it.”

I wasn’t so sure about it.  I tentatively walked up to her sister’s prone from and knelt so my dick was level with her drooling mouth.  Tanya was admittedly beautiful, fully displaying a woman’s shapely body, but she was also a mess.  Her eyes were closed and filled with tears, she was drooling, and her hair was frayed and all over the place.  I really didn’t want to take advantage of the girl, who was probably five or six years older than me, maybe even in college (or old enough to be in college).  She looked a lot like Kelly, similar hairstyle, same small frame, same angular jaw and soft lips, but she smelled of smoke and dry sweat.

“Go on,” Kelly chided.

I pulled my boxers down and pushed my dick into Tanya’s slack mouth.  I could feel her hot breath on my penis and her limp tongue wet against its underside.  The feeling was wonderful, though I tried not to get to excited.  Kelly stood to the side, watching me violate her sister, and seeming imperiously happy.  I took hold of Tanya’s jaw with one hand and closed her mouth around my dick, using the fingers of my other hand to keep her lips tighter around the shaft.  Then I started moving in and out of her mouth, all the while savoring the warmth and wetness of her tongue.  I inhaled when Tanya grunted again, this time moving her tongue over the head of my penis experimentally.  Somehow Kelly’s sister was acting out some of the motions of a blowjob subconsciously (or was it?).  Soon I didn’t even need to keep her lips closed, as she started sucking me.

Kelly laughed, watching my cock go in and out of her sister’s mouth like a piston. “That’s right, Tanya, you know how to suck dick all right.” To me she said, “Fuck her faster.” I couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation.  With the added suction, all the parts of Tanya’s mouth were rubbing the head of my penis, and the faster motion made it all the sweeter.  She drooled out of the corner of her mouth, wetting the thin hairs on my balls as they slapped against her cheek.  My breathing increased, and I became lost in the pleasurable experience.  It was the first time I was getting head, it was much much much better than masturbation, even if Tanya wasn’t doing anything.  The wrongness I felt about taking advantage of her was overwhelmed by the need to cum.  It had been so long, I and desperately wanted to orgasm in the back of this girl’s mouth.

Iowa was a fifteen minute song, and I fucked Tanya’s mouth until it ended.  As my head went back, and I was about to finally blow, Kelly told me to pull out and squirt my load in her mouth.  I wanted to just let loose deep inside, but I obeyed.  I had to stroke myself to finish, and I came in several pulses, each one more subdued than the last.  Most of my cum made it into Tanya’s open mouth, but some landed on her cheek.  Kelly beamed a triumphant smile and inspected my work.

“Hmm… does this look like the load of someone who hasn’t masturbated in a month?  Have you disobeyed me?” Her voice promised something unpleasant.

“Mistress, I did obey you.  I didn’t masturbate.” My heart was still beating hard.

“Then why doesn’t it look like it?” I wondered how she knew what a “full load” looked like anyway, but I didn’t question her.

“I’m sorry Mistress, but I dreamed about you last night.  I came in my sleep.”

Kelly burst into riotous laughter. “Oh my God! You had a wet dream.  Oh, that’s so sweet, but you’ll still have to be reprimanded.” She was still laughing. “You really are pathetic, my pet.”

Kelly pulled me out of her sister’s murky room, leaving Tanya to subconsciously swallow the semen in her mouth and let the cum on her cheek dry. “I won’t be harsh, because you had good intentions, but I was really hoping to see you have a larger orgasm.”

She didn’t lead me to her bedroom.  She led me to the bathroom, and I was again afraid of what she’d do.  I pictured her knifing me open and letting me bleed into the tub.  All sorts of demented fantasies pleased and disgusted me as they swirled around in my head.  “Out of curiosity, what did you dream about?”

I wasn’t sure why I was honest. “I dreamt you had given me head instead of a handjob.”

“So I haven’t been fulfilling your fantasies, have I?  Thought my reward wasn’t good enough?”

“No, Mistress! I loved it, and I was happy to do whatever you wanted.”

“Good answer, but I’m still going to piss in your mouth.”

My jaw dropped.  She was going to pee in my mouth?  I started shaking my head, while Kelly snickered and shook her head “yes.”  She leaned close to me and whispered, “If you don’t obey me like you promised I’m going to let my sister know what you did to her while I was in the bathroom and had no idea.” I was shocked, and ashamed of what I enjoyed doing. “She’ll first string you by the neck and then bite into your sack while you hang.”

Not for the first time, I wondered where she came up with all this stuff.  Did she learn most of it from her erotic vampire books or her addict sister?

“That’s right, she can be crueler than me.  Some of her boyfriends were freaks who let her shit in their mouths; should I make you eat my shit?  Once she made me suck a guy’s dick while he ate her out, all for ten grams of ice.  Want me to make you suck a dick?”

I pleaded with her. “Please, no, Mistress.  I will drink your pee if you tell me to.”

“No duh you will.  Now lean back over the toilet.”

It wasn’t hard to support myself, as my hands were already cuffed behind my back.  My head hung over the toilet bowl, and Kelly casually straddled me.  This position was turning me on again, as I was so close to licking her pussy again, but I knew what was to come.  As she moved down so my mouth was directly below her sex, I did start licking her, hoping she’d be happy with another orgasm. “It’s nice of you to lick my cunt again, but open up.”

I did, awaiting her urine while the edge of the bowl dug into the base of my neck.  Somehow I started getting hard again.  Whenever Kelly was forcing me to do something, it was a turn on.  I just hoped it wouldn’t taste too bad.  She pressed her pussy onto my gaping mouth so she wouldn’t miss, and then she started to pee.  The taste was incredibly strong, sour, bitter and rotten.  I cringed as she peed a steady stream into my mouth.  I had to swallow quickly so my mouth didn’t overflow.  As much as I loved her and loved eating her out, this wasn’t appealing to me.  She was pissing in my mouth, and I couldn’t keep up.  Hot urine dribbled out of my mouth and flowed down the sides of my head into the toilet.  I was trying not to choke, and she finally stopped peeing, even though it only lasted for less than a minute.  I swallowed quickly, trying to get the squalid taste from my mouth.  Kelly was giggling at my frustrations. “Now lick my crotch clean.” I licked her broadly, all over her pussy and her inner thighs until I couldn’t taste anymore urine on her skin or on her curly little pubic hairs. “You did well, my pet.  Next I have a treat for you.”

I was allowed to wash myself off and rinse my mouth out.  I ran the sink and dunked my head in, drying with a towel.  Kelly was stroking my dick during this, and I was again starting to respond to her.

Back in her bedroom, she had me lie on my back, hands still cuffed (my wrists were getting raw), with a pillow under my hips.  My growing cock was displayed lewdly for her as she circled.  From one of her drawers, she pulled out a dark pair of stockings, which she used to blindfold me.  I wasn’t surprised when Kelly took the used sock from her shoe and balled it up, stuffing it into my mouth.  She then tied another stocking over my lips, sealing the gag inside. “Just sit back and enjoy, my lovely little pathetic pet.  I know how much you enjoyed me pissing on your face, but I want you to be harder for me.”

Through my gag I inhaled a deep breath as Kelly licked up my shaft and sucked the tip of my penis.  Her tongue was lively, and it felt nothing like my experience with Tanya.  Kelly wrapped her perfect, soft lips tightly around my cock and bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head.  She took my dick all the way in and bobbed quickly, letting my dick push against the back of her throat.  I was in heaven.

As my erection again became full blown, she stopped.  I thrust upward with my hips, but she was nowhere near me.  I groaned through her sock.  More than anything I wanted release.  Then I felt her climb on the bed and straddle my dick, playing with me by touching her clit to my penis and rubbing gently.

Then I heard a wrapper, and felt her place something at the tip of my penis.  She stretched it down over my shaft and let it snap closed.  I yelped a little; she giggled.  I knew it was a condom, but I wondered if she had gotten it out of her sister’s room.  All thoughts ceased as I felt her vagina swallow up my cock, its warmth coming through the rubber.  She moaned with me, and we both started rocking our hips.  Even though I couldn’t see her bounce up and down on top of me, I felt my dick go in and out of her sex, and I was again approaching climax.

I felt a sharp pain as Kelly pinched my nipple.  She slapped them and flicked my stomach in random places, all the while riding me.  I didn’t mind; in fact, it was somehow working with the pleasure to bring me to come.  Since I had so recently had an orgasm, and since the condom was reducing the full effect, Kelly approached climax more quickly.  I could hear her begin chanting, “Faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me.”  I bucked beneath her, and she ground down on my hips.  Seeing me all tied up and gagged with her undergarments must have really turned her on, because she started humping arhythmically, shaking in an orgasm.  After only fifteen minutes, she had had a full orgasm, squirting warm juices on my balls and my stomach.  I was only seconds behind her, and I moaned loudly as I started.

Kelly pulled off and ruined my orgasm.  I came, but only partially.  She laughed cruelly, and I wanted desperately to come again.  I knew it was too late.

“Oh, my bad,” she mocked. “We can start from the beginning if you like.”

With that Kelly crawled forward and took my blindfold off.  She didn’t remove the gag, and when she sat on my face again, I couldn’t breathe.  My nose was up her crack, and I couldn’t draw enough breath through the fabric in and over my mouth.  She let up a little and giggled that innocent chuckle.  I sucked in air through my nostrils, even though they were an inch from her asshole. “Do you like how I smell?” It wasn’t something I’d enjoy for its own sake.  Who would have thought that an ass, no matter how stunning, smells?

I continued breathing.

For a long while Kelly stopped my breathing and let up, toying with me. “I know you love me sitting on your face, admit it.  You just wish you could lick me again.  But you can’t, because I’m not done having fun.

“And Justin, we are going to have fun if it takes us all night…”

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Part 2

Preamble:

That night’s dreams were confused with the phantasmagoric splashes of thought that occur in the desperate moments between repeatedly lost consciousness.  Kelly smothered me several times to the point where I was truly afraid she’d kill me.  A stern manner came over her like a mother doling harsh punishment to a child, not enjoying it but seeing it through without hesitation.  It’s those kinds of intense moments from which images are what we most remember, crisp photo flashes of events we’ll never forget.

I pointedly note the pale, grayish beige color of her skin and the distinct shapes of little muscles mapped out on her back.  Her buttocks I’d considered supple and firm, but that night’s facesitting left me with an impression of being bony with greater pressure.  Her hair hung to her shoulders and the back of her neck, clinging slightly to her skin from perspiration.  She had a gentle bulge of a bicep as she gripped my hair, and turned as she was, I could see her excited nipple peeking out from behind her torso.  This was all seen, of course, during the moments she would mercifully give me air.

Many other details I remember about Kelly that always arouse me when deep in thought.  Kelly had the faintest dusting of freckles high on her cheeks (all of them) and between her breasts.  Forever after my definition of beauty would fit her description of lithe, athletic, almost petite, and strong-willed.  She often wore jeans and denim button-up shirts, Vans shoes and white, braless t-shirts.  Some would have called her a Tomboy, but they wouldn’t have done so twice.

I was a confused fly in a web.  I would have done anything for her, kill, steal, and die.  Is that love? It felt more like intense lust, a boy’s libido gone haywire.  Not that it mattered.  When I woke up the next morning, Kelly was there, in bed with me.  She spoke like a best friend, nurturing mother, consoling priest, and a woman fully my superior…

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One of her thighs was draped over my chest, and I found myself staring at her navel.  The covers had spilled off of us, but the sunlight from the window must have been keeping her warm, for she didn’t wake.  I waited for a long time, content to study the contours of her body as she stretched out on the bed.

After a while she did wake, yawning and turning on her back.  It was obvious as to how she’d slept, with my neck level with her thighs.  I remembered little from the moments before I’d passed out. “Good,” she cooed. “You’re up.  Did you enjoy being smothered last night? Probably not.” Kelly cupped the side of my face with her hand and held my head against her hip, stroking my hair with the other hand. “That, Justin, was a punishment.  I’m sorry.  But we can keep seeing each other as long as you respect me.  Know that I’m not taking you into my home so you can have a wild night of debauchery.  I do care for you, but you’re here because you please me.  When you don’t please me, then you hurt me and betray my affection.  You can be happy with me.  Do you know how?”

Her tone was mild and pleasant.  I knew what she wanted me to tell her, again.  This time I wasn’t so confident as to pledge myself.  My response was tempered by my hour of suffocation.  Thinking about it made my breath quicken. It was strange being so turned on while my lungs were burning for oxygen.  I recalled the wedge of my nose, lips, and chin being shoved into the tight crevice of her ass. “By being yours.”

“Yes.  It’s obvious you enjoy pleasuring me.  But I don’t want be your fantasy, Justin.  You’ll be mine.  We’ll fuck, we’ll have fun, you’ll enjoy what you can of me, and I’ll enjoy having you completely.  This is my offer.”

Golden light draped over her, and soft shadows traced the mounds of her breasts and the gentle slope below her navel.  Before all of this happened, I’d have died to see her lying as she was, naked and peaceful and so close to me.  It would have been a distant thought, like the end of all hunger.  It’d be nice, but what can you do?  Now she was really there with me, and she was looking at me just as naked.  This time I considered very carefully.  I nodded, and I wondered if she knew what I knew – that the choice had been hers when she’d turned around and saw me doodling in detention. “Yes, Mistress.”

“My pet, you will find that I am a good master.  Why don’t you brush your teeth and go make me breakfast while I shower.” Just then I realized I was also hungry.  I looked around, peering over each side of the bed.  Kelly grinned. “You’ll get your clothes back when I give them to you before you leave.  I’m sure my sister won’t mind.”

I looked back one last time before heading to the kitchen in the nude.  Kelly was beautiful just lounging on top of the sheets.  The whole room was illuminated with the color of sunlight reflecting off skin.

At least I could make eggs, an omelet even.  I was a little uncomfortable going through the fridge and searching for a pan without any clothes.  It was awkward when the eggs started to sizzle, as I tried not to get too close, understandably.  Sprinkling cheese on top and some pepper, I folded the eggs and turned them.  Kelly was in the shower, and I could hear the water running upstairs.

So when I heard creaking on the floor behind me, I knew it wasn’t her.  Tanya walked into the kitchen and stopped, speechless.  I didn’t turn around, but I could feel her shock at finding a naked boy cooking in her house.  When I did turn around the omelet was done, and I was about to put a slice of bread in the toaster.  Tanya was there, leaning on the doorframe in the entrance to the kitchen.

One of her brows was an inch higher than the other, and she had a funny look on her face.  The girl I saw sprawled out on a couch in the smoky room now looked very good.  She must have already showered and gotten dressed.  Her hair was silky and shiny; her eyes were clear and very intense.  Tanya was in most regards an older duplicate of her younger sister.

“Oh my God…” I heard her say under her breath.  Then she snickered derisively. “Make mine after you make hers.” With that she walked away, shaking her head.

I stood for a moment before turning back to the bread.  I buttered it and put a couple more eggs on the pan.  What the hell just happened? I asked myself.  Tanya had acted like finding me there wasn’t all that surprising.  Then she gave me her order!

Since Kelly wasn’t quite out of the shower by the time I’d finished, I went up to Tanya’s room and gave her the first plate I’d made.  She opened her door, took the plate and the glass of milk, looked me over with a smirk, and closed the door.  I shrugged and went to retrieve Kelly’s breakfast.  When I’d come back upstairs, she was in her room with a towel wrapped around her.

“Excellent, bring it to the bed.” Kelly sat back at the head of the bed and smoothed the towel on her lap.  I set the plate on her lap and put the glass on the bed stand. “While I’m eating you can massage my feet like you did last time.”

Kneeling at her feet at the side of the bed, I wordlessly began rubbing her soles.  Kelly’s hair was still wet, and her skin was shiny.  She looked lovely and somehow more intimate right out of the shower.  I slowly kissed the bottoms of her feet and sucked lightly on her toes.  I didn’t want to annoy her while she ate, so I did everything slowly and methodically, caressing every part of each foot.  The taste of her skin had lost its mild saltiness, and now her toes were milky and extra soft.

She took her time eating, sometimes stopping to watch me slide my tongue between her toes, which were still marked like black widows.  After a while she had me wipe my face all over her feet to dry them.

Tanya’s voice came from the doorway behind me.  I didn’t want Kelly to slap me so I continued kissing and massaging. “So my baby sister learned to make a boy into a tongue slut just like her wise older sibling! How quaint.  Is he good?”

Kelly groaned slowly. “Tanya, go away…”

Her older sister laughed. “C’mon Kelly, I shared whenever I had one.  Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it a little.”

Kelly got angry and pushed my face away by shoving my forehead with the palm of her foot. “You fucking bitch.  You didn’t share any of your boyfriends; you made me do stuff so you could get high.  They never did anything for me.”

Arms folded over her chest, ankles crossed as she leaned on the doorframe, Tanya didn’t look too upset.  I still wondered what she’d do. “Kelly, Kelly… you don’t understand.  So you found a boy who worships the ground you walk on, that also happens to be a little pervert.  Do you know what the odds of that are in your little school?  I could let you in on a whole bunch of guys that would do anything for me, including please you if I say so.  Don’t get me wrong, there are a whole bunch of freaks out there that’ll do everything you’re making this plaything do, but they’ll only see you as a kinky lay that’ll satisfy their urges.  You’ve found something more permanent, and safe.  I can give you more of that.” Then Tanya offered a little pouting smile that made Kelly seem like the boss. “What do you say?”

“Go away; you’re just horny from being baked for three days.”

“And?” Tanya shrugged like that was a perfectly good reason.

Throughout this I was silent, but my mind was working fast.  I didn’t know if I wanted Kelly to loan me out like that.  Sure, Tanya was gorgeous, but what about the future?  She could end up pimping me out or something, giving me to someone I found repulsive to repay a debt or entertain a friend.  In my state, I’d obey, but I would be miserable.

Kelly got off the bed and stood in front of me where I knelt.  She let her tower fall to the floor, and paused for me to look at her still glistening body in all its glory.  She leaned down and took my chin in her hand, looking directly into my eyes. Softly, she said, “Do this for me.” Even though it was a command, Kelly still sounded conciliatory.

Tanya beamed and revealed something behind her back.  She slipped it around my neck and clasped it.  It was a leather collar with a leash.  With this she led me to her room.  I crawled behind her, getting excited at the prospect of this older girl using me for her sexual pleasure.  Kelly followed, saying, “But I’m going to watch.”

“On your hands and knees,” Tanya said sharply.  Her room still had that stringent smell, and the stereo was still playing.  I saw it was plugged into an mp3 player, and I recognized the harsh beats of a Marilyn Manson song.  Then I got nervous, for I saw Tanya had grabbed a many-threaded whip!  I looked at Kelly, but found no rescue.  She looked apprehensive, but she was clearly a little excited.  I could imagine her thinking of the scenes in her books where slaves were whipped for punishment.  It was clear she wanted to see it firsthand.

Tanya stood behind me with her legs apart, admiring the way I was exposed to her.  “Now I want to see a little red in the cute little ass,” she explained.  She dragged the cool strips of leather over my bare ass and chuckled.

Then the first strike came.  I barked involuntarily at the surprising pain.  The whip snapped loudly.  It burned and refused to subside.  I twitched, no matter how hard I tried to stay still.  Another lash, this one not as loud, but the threads snapped across my skin like hot strands of molten glass.  This time I cried out.

“Be still,” Tanya demanded.  Kelly stood there, eyes sparkling, staring intently.  To keep me still, Kelly was kind enough to stand in front of me and let me hug her leg.  She petted my head.

Tanya snickered at this and let loose another lash. “Uhhhg..” I groaned as the burning heat in my backside was again inflamed.  The cattail was already making me raw, and Tanya had only hit me three times.  She was doing it too hard, I thought.  My only comfort was the soft flesh of Kelly’s outer thigh against my cheek.  Mobscene thrashed out on the stereo as Tanya continued my thrashing.  By the sixth time, I couldn’t help the tears in my eyes.  By the tenth, my breathing was interrupted with short sobs.  The pain didn’t numb; it only increased with each snap.

Kelly’s evil sister whipped me seventeen times, hard, before I collapsed.  I thought she’d tell me to get back up for some more, but she put the whip away.  One of Kelly’s stories about Patomia involved a slave being whipped thirty or forty times, and I couldn’t imagine that being possible as hard as Tanya was doing it.  My ass was on fire, and my limbs were shivering.

Lying face down on the floor with a stinging backside put things in perspective.  Kelly was going to be the only one to ease whatever else Tanya had planned for me.  I kissed the tops of her toes. “Please…” I begged.

“Please what?” Kelly asked.

There was little compassion in her voice, but her eyes betrayed some concern as I looked up at her. “Please Mistress, don’t let this go on.”

Tanya found our interaction very amusing. “So you taught him to call you mistress, even.  Wow, Kelly, you’re really a bitch just like me.  I’m so proud…”

“Shut up, Tanya.  Don’t hurt him; I still want him when you’re done.”

Kelly’s older sister grabbed hold of my leash and made me lie down on my back.  I was humiliated from the beating, and I seemed very small indeed as Tanya and Kelly hovered over me.  Tanya unzipped her jeans and pulled them down.  Her thong was red, and it sported a damp spot in the front.  Apparently my whipping had turned her on.  She removed her panties as well and stood with one foot on each side of my head.  I peered up at her dark triangle and round buttocks.  It was pretty obvious what she wanted me to do next.  I found myself very turned on at the prospect of again giving face to a beautiful girl.  Although at this point in the weekend, I was feeling rather like furniture.  I guess you can’t save face and give it at the same time for long.

“Okay little poontang whore, let’s see how well you can lick me off.” Tanya squatted down and sat on my awaiting face, nose to anus and lips to lips.  She smelled of the same shampoo Kelly uses, but I could tell her ass wasn’t as well cleaned.  I wasted no time in sticking my tongue out and rigidly pushing it into the folds of her pussy.  She had a trimmed bush, but her pubic hairs were courser.  And her taste was thicker.  Tanya was already wet, and my oscillating tongue gradually made her slicker and slicker.  After a while she was getting downright sloppy.  I was surprised how wet she was, and she was covering my face with the stuff, slowly sliding up and down, using the contours of my nose, lips and chin to bring her closer to climax.  With the tip of my nose nudging her butthole and my tongue working vigorously between her pussy lips, I didn’t think she would take very long to come.  Ten minutes went by, then fifteen.  Even with so much use the night before, my tongue wasn’t used to reaching and reaching like that.  The muscle ached where it connected in my mouth.  Tanya was taking it nice and easy, fucking my outstretched tongue languidly.

At least I could taste her getting more excited.  The juices accumulating in my mouth, causing me to swallow every once and a while, and the perspiration in the crack of her ass didn’t lie.  She was getting closer.  I licked extra long and hard, trying to speed it up, as my jaw was starting to hurt as well.  We were more than twenty minutes into it before Tanya began humping faster, at some unknown cue.  She let out a breath she’d been holding and moaned through her nostrils.  I still managed to keep my tongue out and active, dipping in as far as I could reach. “Damn it that feels good,” she whispered.  Tanya leaned forward so I could lap her clit, shivering as I did.  The fresh air was a welcomed reprieve from the stuffy smell of her sweaty asshole.

Finally after what must have been thirty minutes – it felt like an hour – Tanya gasped and yanked my leash hard, shoving my mouth into her swollen vagina while she had a bursting orgasm.  Kelly’s orgasm was a light sprinkle compared to Tanya’s warm gush, and most of it went into my mouth, being positioned directly under her as I was.  After swallowing the musty liquid, I licked the drops from her pussy and thighs like I had with Kelly.  She seemed very pleased. “My sister must be a squirter too, because you know exactly what to do,” she said.  Kelly, all the while, stood back and watched me clean Tanya’s crotch.

After that experience, the joy of Tanya getting off to my oral exertions, I thought the beating might have been worth it.  Instead of standing up, Tanya just sat back and put her feet up on my lap.  Her hands were on my shoulders, and she was sitting on my face without much support.  I hoped she wouldn’t continue like Kelly had the night before and smother me until I passed out.  With her legs together like that, her butt cheeks were clamping down on my face.  What little air I could suck in was from the deep part of her crack.  She was also ten to twenty pounds heavier than Kelly, and the slightest shift in weight would cut my air off completely.

“Ooooh, I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm like that in a while.” She said elatedly.  Then she did something I didn’t expect.  She got in the sixty-nine position with my body and put her lips to the tip of my penis.  Lowering her hips down, she told me to eat her again while she began sucking my cock.  My tongue was pretty tired, but I had the extra motivation.  It wasn’t the sweet, sensuous blowjob with which Kelly had teased me, but a rough devouring of my shaft.  I could feel her teeth on my tender flesh.  Every once and a while she’d laugh as she bit me hard enough to make me jerk uncomfortably.  As distracting as it was, I managed as best I could at again giving this woman cunnilingus.  Knowing full well that another orgasm could take more time than the last one, I sucked and penetrated with all the enthusiasm I could muster.  I grabbed her ass cheeks and massaged them while I licked her from her clit to her anus and back again.

I grew hard while in her mouth, and Tanya’s sex was again producing lubrication, which she wiggled onto my face.  If it wasn’t for the darker anus staring at me and the hairier triangle, I would have been able to imagine her as Kelly.  Yet I was again filled with lust as my dick quivered with impending release.  I flicked my tongue on her hard, slippery clit and switched to tonguing her asshole, back and forth, trying to make her come.  Finally I elicited from her a long, drawn-out, exaggerated moan of pleasure.

I was close to ejaculating myself when Tanya pulled off me and quickly mounted my cock.  She pushed it into her pussy and wriggled her hips until she was grinding me down to the hilt.  Almost instantly I burst inside her, the combined bliss of her vigorous blowjob and the warmth of her vagina proving too much.  She rapidly rubbed herself down on my shaft until she came.  I saw her shoulders roll and her thighs open and close as she came.  Tanya threw her head back and yelled, “Fuck!” I was again reminded of her sister.

Tanya looked at Kelly. “Am I good or what?  I knew he’d cum too soon.”

“Okay, finish up,” Kelly replied. “I want him in fifteen minutes.” She left the room.  Still looking in the direction of the door, I wore a troubled looked on my face.  Kelly seemed angry that her sister had gotten a hold of me, but the truth was I still couldn’t stop thinking about her.  After the fifteen minutes were up, I’d go back into her room and serve her like a queen.

Kelly’s sister stood and looked at me, whether in hunger or hostility I couldn’t be sure. “We have fifteen minutes, and I want to see you wriggle some more.” Then I was sure; the tone of her voice had the sharp humor of a sadist in it.  Again I looked at the door, wishing Kelly would take me back sooner. “Kneel over the bed.”

Roughly pushing me toward her futon bed, Tanya slapped me on my ass, refreshing the sting in that sensitive region.  Behind me, I heard her taking something out of a drawer, and I knew what it was.  I knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Tanya started fucking herself with the dildo end, rubbing her left-over wetness on the plastic.  I was grateful of that.  She further lubricated it by making me lick it up and down, which was humiliating enough.  “Don’t worry, I know this will be your first time,” she said in mock reassurance.  “I’ll be gentle.”

“Please don’t,” I begged.  I’d have done anything else if she’d asked.  I’d had an enema probably once in my life, and that was uncomfortable enough.  Frankly, I’d rather Tanya had used me as a toilet like Kelly, though memories of the putrid urine taste and smell still stain my psyche.

“Shut up, you good-for-nothing snatch sucker.  My sister’s just playing around with you.  If you had given yourself to me, I’d have made you into a true slave, not worthy of licking my cunt until you’d worked hard for it.” With that she strapped her dildo to her hips and pressed the end up to my entrance. “Here ‘goes.”

The tip slid in about an inch, and she let it remain there for a while.  I couldn’t help but cringe and clench my muscles.  It was the most intrusive feeling I’d ever had.  Tanya tugged on my leash when I groaned painfully. “Stop.”  The more of it that went in, the more painful it was.  The plastic phallus was shoved halfway in when tears started coming out of my eyes.  Tanya heard me sniffle and cackled like a witch.  Then she pushed it all the way in, slowly forcing it into my opening.  My hands were tight fists, and I couldn’t stay still.  The thing felt like it was going to break me open.  Slowly Tanya moved it in and out, gradually getting to the point where she was fucking me.

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, what had already happened to me.  One day I was sitting in detention being ignored by a pretty girl as usual, and a few weeks later I was being raped by a college girl who enjoyed my pain.

After a few minutes the pain did seem to dull, and the pressure inside me turned into an awkward throbbing.  Somehow I was getting an erection again, which perplexed me.  I didn’t enjoy it one bit, and I felt betrayed by my own body.  It wasn’t a lustful response but some bizarre natural reaction to having this object thrust into a sensitive place.

Tanya hugged me and reached around with one hand, grabbing hold of my dick and caressing it.  She had dominated me in a completely different way than her sister.  Kelly seduced me and made me do things for her by twisting my desires.  Tanya just raped me until I got used to it.  About five minutes had passed and Tanya picked up the pace a little.  I felt her breathing on my neck, and the dildo must have been massaging her clit, because she was getting turned on.

“Ready?” she asked.  Ready?  What hadn’t she already done? was my unspoken question.

Then Tanya started fucking me hard.  I groaned and clenched again.  Even though I was in pain, my dick wouldn’t go back down.  She pounded my ass until I thought I was bleeding.  The pain increased and Tanya’s excitement went up.  She was actually going to come again!

Her hand squeezed my shaft hard, which hurt, but it only served to make me harder.  This went on for a few more minutes until finally she pulled the dildo out of my passage and unstrapped it.  Apparently she wanted another orgasm, and the pumping action wasn’t doing it for her.  She turned me over and threw me down on the couch in a sitting position.  Crawling on my lap, she threw one leg over the top of the couch and then the other, hanging on to the top with a hand on each side of my head.  I didn’t think she could hold herself there, but she was pretty strong.  With my face between her legs, I had to slouch until I was level with her crotch.

“Eat me again, quickly!” she demanded.  The position allowed her to shove her pussy onto my face hard, and her rocking back and forth pushed my nose and lips into her slit as I licked.  This time she rode me vigorously, fucking my face with abandon, not worrying about how she was scrunching my nose.  My tongue was barely doing as much work as my mouth was, though every time she humped it would slide through her pussy lips.  Tanya was almost there, and her motions were making sloppy noises.

When the moment came, she held herself against me firmly and shivered.  Fresh moisture flooded into my mouth and dribbled onto my chin.  The root of my tongue was burning with exhaustion, and the roof of my mouth was sticky.  Tanya took a deep breath and rolled off me.  She seemed as tired as I was.

At a quick glance at the clock, Tanya stood up and scowled at me. “Time’s up, little one.” First, I was relieved.  Second, I was confused by her mild tone.  I didn’t know anything anymore.  One minute I’ being treated to a lashing, and the next I’m being talked to like a toddler. “I Hope you enjoyed your stay.” Tanya leaned close to me, her nose inches from mine, and grabbed my hair. “You should come back some time,” she suggested, harshly.

“Now get out.” Tanya pushed me toward the door.  Only in hindsight would I think she had been gentle with me, broke me in so to speak.

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Crawling naked, raw in the face, sore in the ass, and feeling like a piece of shit, I approached Kelly, my Mistress, as she reclined on her bed with headphones over her ears.  Her expression upon seeing me was somewhere between compassion and titillation.  “So among druggie, sex addict, royal pain the in the ass, and whore, my sister is also a pedophile.  How amusing.  Maybe she just can’t discriminate one cock from another.” She motioned me to kneel at her side. “You might have enjoyed eating out my sister, but if I ever let her have you again, be sure she’ll do more to harm you than fuck your ass.” She had heard my humiliation through the wall, and I couldn’t help but feel hopeful that she couldn’t take it and chose to block it out with music.  I could tell Kelly didn’t want me to enjoy anything from her sister, so I was confused as to why she’d let Tanya have me to begin with.  Maybe it was the promise of more boy toys.

I am a weak-willed person, and even though it hurt to think of Kelly with someone else, I was grateful she took me in at all.

“Now what do you think you’ll be doing before you leave today?”

The answer came as easily as it was obvious. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, Mistress.”

“Tell me you’re my little whore, and that you’re only good for a face fuck.”

Her game of asserting authority again put me in the position of embarrassing myself, and it was getting easier.  I really thought of myself as her pathetic sex pet, and the life I’d live after I left was far from my mind. “I’m you’re little whore, Mistress, and I’m only good for a face fuck.”

“Since you’re only good for a face humping, what is your purpose here?”

“Mistress, my purpose is to be your face to hump.” I found myself saying things I’d laugh at had I heard them from someone else.

Kelly looked very pleased, a turn-on in and of itself. “Good.  Justin, as my face to hump, I’m going to make you get me off over and over again today.  I’m going to ride your face for all its worth, and you’re tongue is going to give me as many orgasms as it can handle.”

My goddess was just that, a goddess, sitting with her legs crossed on the bed.  All her talk of me once again giving her oral sex had my dick hard and my breath short.  Her tone was no longer reprimanding or strict; she had dispensed with the burden of seeing me as a flawed human being.  I was now Kelly’s object, not rightly even a pet, for pets are loved and cared for.  And as such, she would use me like she would a vibrator, something to rub on her clit until she comes.  Kelly’s tone was sexy as hell… I think she was talking like she would while fantasizing, much like she would while holding a vibrator to her sex.  She was probably fantasizing about someone.  I was to be the mechanism for her daydream to feel more real.

“Mistress, I love giving you face.”

“I don’t really care, Justin, as long as you’re making me come.  Now to start, get the dildo I put in my undies drawer and kneel at the foot of the bed.  You’re going to eat me while you fuck me with it.  That should really do the job, do you think?”

Nodding, I retrieved the rubber phallus and kneeled as instructed.  Kelly, her naked body stilled cloaked in that after-shower glow, a kind of softness about her appearance, positioned herself on her hands and knees facing away from me.  Her butt was up in the air, and her feet hung over the edge of the bed on each side of my waist.

“Show me how beautiful my ass is by kissing it,” Kelly said over her shoulder.

Gladly leaning forward and gently pressing my lips to her ass cheeks, I saw she was cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples.  Kelly let me kiss and suck on the surface of her buttocks for a while.  I was enjoying the slightly salty and creamy taste of skin and the scent of some lovely shampoo and conditioner entering my nostrils as they grazed her soft flesh.  Compounding the state of my erection were the soft, low mewling noises she made as she massaged her tits.

Placing her fingers against her pussy lips and parting their tender pink folds, she told me to put the dildo inside her.  I pushed the tip into her vagina and slid it halfway in before slipping it partly out again.  Slowly I built a rhythm of in and out, angling the rubber cock forward up into her body.  I was leaning my head against her ass, and I had a ridiculous thought that would have made me laugh had it not almost made me cry: this is as cheek to cheek as I’ll ever be in my relationship with Kelly.

“Now eat my ass, pet.  Mmmph…”

So clearly displayed in the light, I got a good look at her asshole before I dipped my tongue in her crevice and started licking circles around it.  She was cleaner than Tanya, for sure.  Kelly’s anus was a slightly darker color than the skin in her crack, and it quivered like a pupil in changing light as she flexed her muscles in reaction to the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy.  Even though I enjoyed licking her ass, I was still a little hesitant to penetrate it, though I knew she would want me to.  With my hand pumping the dildo inside her, and my tongue slaving over her butthole, Kelly quickly started to moan more loudly.

The damp smell of her arousal and the mordant aroma of her sphincter overpowered my senses.  I was looking over the firm hills of her upper buttocks, and over the slender curve of the small of her back, and over her gently rising shoulders, to her arched neck.  Kelly’s head was to one side, and I stared immodestly at her open mouth and the slick, pink flesh of her tongue curled to the roof of her mouth.  Her wonderful lips were what originally drew me into her power, and I lusted to kiss them no less now, even as my tongue pushed obscenely into the tight little ring of her anus.

“Hell yeah, eat it… mmmph… fuck me faster.”

Kelly’s explicit mantra began as I pumped faster, pushing the dildo all the way in and jiggling its angle.  When it was halfway between vertical and horizontal Kelly told me to keep it that way, fucking her deep and hard.  I continued to lick her ass, automatically in phase with my oscillating hand.  After a shrill sigh, Kelly reached back and grabbed my medium length hair, shoving my mouth into her crack and rubbing my erect tongue up and down her backside.  She screamed and had a wet orgasm, her butt bucking against my face.  Her milky clear cum trickled in rivulets down the shaft of the rubber phallus.  She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy vigorously, making a spray of her juices.  Before eating Kelly out behind the school, I didn’t even know girls could ejaculate, and here I was in a house with two women that apparently had this trait passed on to them.

“More,” was all she said next.  Kelly rolled onto her back and put one leg on each of my shoulders so her feet were sticking up into the air.  I still held the dildo inside her, and I started fucking her with it again.  This time she pulled my head down and guided my mouth to her swollen clit.  Happily, I lapped her wet sex and flicked my tongue on her clitoral hood and hard little nub.  It was more difficult to continue pumping my hand while I was leaning over the dildo to suck her clit, but I was caught up in her lust and did the best I could.  My tongue flickered and rolled back and forth from her knob, over her urethra, and to the top of her slit and back again.   My whole mouth was wide open and firmly attached to her slippery sex.  Every time she pushed her hips upward, my nose would get tickled by her feathery little pubic hairs.

It took even less time for Kelly to reach the brink of her climax, and when she started cursing and swearing I knew she was there.  “That’s it, lick my twat… oh suck my fucking cunt.” Kelly rocked her hips into the dildo as I thrust it into her opening, and with both hands on my head ground my mouth onto her clit while she humped.  Her orgasm was just as wet as the first, and my mouth was open for reception as she let loose a slick surge of fresh juices. “Fuck! Eat my cum…”

Coming down from her climactic high, Kelly continued grinding my lips onto her sex while she fucked the dildo.  I looked up, my eyes tracing a path over the “V” of her pelvis, the perky little hills of her breasts, and the angelic line of her jaw.  What I most wanted to see then, with my tired tongue stiffly lapping her pussy, were her eyes peering down directly into mine, an acknowledgement of my submission to her, the intense eye contact of one lover satisfied with another.  But Kelly’s eyes were closed, and her face was angled at the ceiling as she lay on her pillow.  I knew she was fantasizing about someone else, using my tongue and my work with the dildo to simulate sex with that other person.  I swallowed hard, drinking down a bit of her fluid as I did.  I really wanted Kelly to be happy, but it still pained me.

But she had me under her control, and with those perfect lips I longed to taste, I’d bare the cross of her indifference just to be with her.  As much as it saddened me, Kelly by her very nature could not be swayed to think any differently of me.  In the beginning, she’d laughed when she realized I’d “had the hots for her.”  Now would she laugh if she realized I loved her? I wondered.  Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I finished fucking her with the dildo.  What did I know about love?  She’s just a beautiful girl my dick won’t let me leave.  That’s what I wished was true, anyway.

“Justin, that was great.  I’m going to enjoy calling you over in the future for some head, my pet.” She giggled innocently and – to me – damningly.  I was her face to fuck. “And I’m going to make you eat more than your meal during lunch breaks.  I do love having orgasms…”

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Epilogue:

Kelly did have many orgasms that day.

And even though I felt depressed, it was the most pleasurable day of my life.  Kelly worked me to a “feeding frenzy” with her sensuous body, and I delved into the warm pool that was her unending lust.  When the day was over, Kelly asked Tanya to drive me home.  Her older sister was gracious enough to accept, for the price of having me once again the next time I came over.  The couple months of school we had left were pleasurable as well, most certainly for her.  Collin even caught me with my head up her skirt, licking doggedly at her pussy.  What little respect Collin had for me as a friend surely disappeared when Kelly explained, saying, “It’s none of your business what goes on between me and my bitch.” Somehow word got out that Kelly was making me go down on her during lunch.  I would have been surprised to hear it was Collin who snitched, but I never really knew for sure.  We had to stop meeting during lunch, but after school was more than adequate.  My parents thought it was good that I was hanging out with friends so much.  They just loved polite little Collin, so the idea of me being his best friend pleased them.  Little did they know I was debasing myself for a truly wicked girl in the grade above me.  Kelly… whenever I said her name – not to her face, of course – a chill snaked its way up my spine and sent hot, tingling waves across my scalp.  It was a perverse adoration.  A sinful worship.  It was hard to come to terms with this new perception of myself: slave.  Certainly a slave to Kelly and her every whim, but also more than that.  At a deep and emotional level I was a slave to my fantasies and my libido.

Even when Kelly had sex with other guys, the kind of sex that was freely given and mutual – I could only dream what it was like to have Kelly like that – I let it go.  She knew I was pathetic.  I knew I was pathetic.  So it continued that she treated me like her human dildo, no better than a vibrator.  When she wanted to get off, she’d have me over to give her oral.  Simple enough relationship.  I guess things were good while they lasted, until she moved on to someone less pathetic and more of a man.  That’s what she said to me, anyway.  I’m still pathetic.  My fantasies are of women mistreating me and using me for only their pleasure.  Is that not sad?

Being who I am, I cannot be the husband or the boyfriend about whom girls fantasize.  I’m a pet.  So if anyone would like the adoration of a pet, the worship of one pathetic soul deeply rooted in the need to love and be loved, feel free to contact me.  This has been the unheard soliloquy of a slave at heart.

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