DaddyRicco

He opened the door and it was her. The heart-shaped face, the alabaster skin, the whimsical yet soulful eyes, the cascade of red curls...
He took a step back and she entered, closing the door without a word. She dropped her bag on the floor and pulled the hem of her skirt just past her knees. She knelt down on the hallway rug and put her hands to his belt. She looked up, and with a wry smile, slid the jeans and jockeys to the floor. Seeing it in the flesh for the first time, she was stunned by the liveliness of the thing. It didn't just get hard, it inflated. She wanted it in her mouth as soon as possible but could not help but witness the transformation it was undergoing. Without so much as a touch from her it went from a tiny, snail-like thing to a rigid and pulsating rod. She grasped it by its base and ran her pink wet tongue up its length. It jumped slightly at her touch which made her giggle a little. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her full red lips around its head and took its length inside her mouth. His fingers ran through her hair and massaged her scalp as the pretty soft lips slid up and down the meaty shaft. He grabbed her head a little more forcefully and pulled it toward him so that the head of his dick made the downward bend in her throat and her lips bottomed out on his mound of pubic hair. He held her there. She choked a little but did not struggle and he held her there a little longer, Her wonderfully soft tongue played back and forth and side to side the length of his shaft. He relaxed his hold on her and drew himself out so that she could get a breath. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the end of his cock and she touched her tongue to it and rubbed it all over the purple head. Somehow, the glossy look of it awakened something savage in her and she went down on him with a fury and abandon that she had never seen in herself. He came quickly with the expert attention and the excitement of the situation. Long hot ribbons shot over her tongue and down her throat. When he was done, he violently stabbed it back in her mouth until the sac of his balls squashed itself against her chin.
And for the first time, the soothing and mellow voice that she would grow to know so well fell upon her ears.
"Good girl".

A new entry inspired by a friend from another site:

Pet Kate

Kate stood in the dark. Intuition told her the light switch was just to the right of the door, but another force inside her told her not to touch it. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and the blood in her ears thudded with its beating.

Time stood still for her, had it been 10 seconds or two minutes that she stood there? She wanted to call out, as much to test the size of the room she was in as to know if she was alone. She was sure she was not alone. The darkness in the room was not complete and she began to see the chair, and the figure seated in the chair. As soon as her eyes began to become fully adjusted to the darkness and she really began to get an impression of her surroundings, a blinding beam of light once again rendered her sightless.

"I will ask you some questions and you may speak to answer them." The Voice said.

"Did you come alone?"

-Yes Sir.

"Are you properly prepared?" She had to think a second before she realized what The Voice was referring to.

She had received a letter a few days earlier with detailed instructions. She was to have her body hair removed except for a small patch above her sex. It was to be shaped as she liked (she had chosen an arrow head) but could not exceed 6 square inches in area. It was to be separated from her outer labia by exactly 3/4 of an inch. She was to soak a minimum of one hour in a bath scented by a specific bath salt that he had sent her some days prior. These steps were to insure that her skin was as pure and uncorrupted as possible. She was to iron her hair smooth and straight but was not to use any scented shampoo or other foreign substance. Her hair was to look perfect, but it had to look, smell and feel like nothing but human hair. She had put on the strappy 5" heels he had specified, as well as the knee length sundress. She blushed a little when she thought of this last item, as it suddenly occurred to her that with the intense light, he must be able to see her entire body. This because the last requirement was the unstated order to wear nothing else except the shoes and the dress.

-Yes Sir, I am prepared as You commanded.

"Very well, we shall begin then." She could see his shape move behind the light as he rose from the chair. Instinctively her eyes snapped to the floor. Slowly he drew near her and, though she knew he was only of average height, she perceived him as much larger. It was as if her perception of him had added physical size. Standing a few feet from her, he circled, looking her over as if for an inspection. She followed his long slow progress with her peripheral vision keeping her gaze fixed on the carpet just in front of her feet. She sensed him stop behind her and put a hand on her smooth shoulder. She flinched slightly at the unexpected touch, then relaxed and let it reassure her. She felt a little of his weight press on her shoulder as he leaded forward and sniffed her neck just below her left ear. The warm breath from his nostrils caused the tiny hairs of her skin to stir, making her own breath come a little faster.

"You smell like you this time, not like a meadow... that's better." Now holding both shoulders, He continued to smell her skin and hair, alternating between short sniffs and deep strong inhalations where he drank in the clean feminine smell of her.

"I wonder what you remember about communication." He prompted.

-i am to remain silent unless given permission to speak. i may invoke my safe word if I feel things are getting out of hand. I may use special modifiers like 'really' or 'entirely' to request less intense treatment without disrupting the session.

"Very good pet. How is it that you speak to me now without permission?"

-You gave me permission Sir, You said i could answer You.

"My questions. What I gave you then was a statement. Do you agree that you have broken one of our most important rules pet?"

-

"Speak!"

-Yes Sir.

"Do you think punishment is warranted for this infraction?"

"Speak!"

-I think it is, if I am to learn to please you Sir.

"Very well, I agree completely. What punishment would you think fair? What would be most likely to help you learn?"

"Speak!"

-I will choose if You command it Sir, but i am certainly not wise enough to make that decision on my own. i am certain that whatever You decide will be the wisest and most beneficial punishment for me.

"Very well pet, I have given you the choice and you have made it. Whatever happens next, the responsibility of it rests with you." She lowered her eyes and inclined her head in acceptance.

“Go rigid.” She almost asked him to repeat himself; it was hard sometimes to stay in the scene when things were starting to happen so quickly. The delicious feeling of vulnerability that was starting to overtake her took away part of her attention from how she was supposed to behave. “Go rigid” was His command for “make yourself stiff like a board”. He had taught her to stand straight with her hands at her sides, her hands in fists like a soldier at attention. In this position, He could lift her and move her as one would do with an object. This time, however she felt Him playing with her hair. He tugged it and twisted it pulled it and tested it. It felt kind of weird. She was just beginning to get curious as to what He was getting at when He tipped her back on her heels and using her hair as a hand-hold, dragged her across the floor. She realized that He had been carefully working the hair so as not to end up with a tuft of it in His hand and a partially bald pet on the floor… He took her to an area on the other side of the room.

She had seen this area before and wondered about its purpose. There were flanges attached to the floor, ceiling and walls. They were for iron pipe to screw into. This time they were set up into a series of little H shaped cross bars. He took her by the hair to the first bar. It stuck up about 8” off the floor and had a pair of slender ankle shackles attached to it. Overhead, there was a pulley mounted to the ceiling with a chain looped around it. At each end of this chain was what looked like a golf ball. He attached the shackles to her ankles and stuck one of the balls in her mouth. “Grab your ankles!” she bent at the waist obediently and He took the other ball in his hand. “When you open your mouth without permission, it makes Me look like an ASSHOLE!” With that He spat on the ball and began to shoved it roughly up inside her.  At first her sphincter tightened involuntarily. “Don’t you fight me bitch! It will only go worse for you!” She shook her head and muttered ‘uh-uh, uh-uh”. He let go the ball and spun around to put himself face to face with her. “Are you trying to say something pet?” He asked soothingly. She shook her head. “Do you prefer to forgo your punishment?” again the negative head shake. “Can you concentrate then and make your body follow the orders your mind is giving it?” She closed her eyes and, the ball still clenched in her drooling mouth, nodded slowly and deliberately. She did as He said and concentrated as hard as she could to make her clenched anus relax and open. He went back behind her and spat directly into her puckered brown hole. She had paid close attention to this area during her preparation, and it was quite clean. Licking His thumb, He made a series of circles. At first they were small and concentrated, but as He went along they grew bigger and the pressure He exerted grew harder and more insistent. When He sensed she was ready for it, He shoved it in hard. It was all she could do to keep the ball in her mouth. “Now both of us have two balls!” He said, “Keep yours where they are and you will move on to the next stage. She heard Him turn the dial on the ancient timer He kept. It made a distinctive sound when you set it since you have to go past the time you want and then go back to it. It made a loud ticking sound like a cartoon time-bomb. When it went off, it sounded like a fire alarm . He didn’t tell her how long it was set for, and she knew better than to ask. She judged the time to have been about 8 minutes when her back started to feel like it was on fire. Her face felt heavy and tense too as blood had engorged it from her un-natural position. Suddenly she realized that, as the balls were strung through a pulley, she could lower her ass if she raised her head. She carefully clenched down with her cheeks and repositioned herself. She heard him fill the kettle though and when it whistled her ass was still highest in the air and her view was mostly of the bar set in the floor and her feet. The screaming of the kettle was a little unsettling to her, she wondered how the scalding water might figure into her punishment… she trusted that he wouldn’t smash her over the head with the thing, or pour boiling water into her bowls. Still, there was always the possibility that she had misjudged. He came back with a cup of tea and sat drinking it until the timer rang.

She knew better than to remove the balls and try to stand on her own. After all, it wasn’t the timer that told her what to do. He finished the tea he went to her.

“Well done my pet.” He drew up a chair behind her and smeared some lubricant into the little dimples in the rear-most of the golf balls. He gently worked it in a circular motion so that the dimples would carry the lube around the ball. It had been more than 15 minutes and He knew that to just rip it out would almost certainly tear the skin. He patiently worked the ball around, massaging her crack and the area around her hole until the ball moved freely. Once it was completely unstuck, she felt pleasure in the way the ridges around the dimples stimulated her from the inside. Her back and knees were aching and beginning to tremble from holding the awkward pose so long, but she wanted the good feeling she was receiving to go on and to get more intense. Finally, He pulled the chain and the ball literally popped out of her. He kept her in the position a while, massaging and caressing her with his soothing hands.

“You may stand.” She slowly raised her head and straightened her aching back. “Spit that out.” She released the ball in her mouth.

He stood and again, walked around his pet. “You have borne your first ordeal with dignity and strength. I deem that you are worthy of your second. In this phase you shall be given a souvenir, a reminder of your transgression so that you will know better in the future.” Her heart quickened a pace. A reminder could mean anything from a temporary bruise or red mark to a brand. She allowed herself this fear. It had the power to heighten and sharpen her senses and deep down, in a space she kept hidden from her conscious self, she knew He would give her a chance to object, and that He would honor her choice. She did allow herself the twin feelings of fear and trust. These two would be the magnetic poles that supported her passion and her pleasure. And now they were playing that sweet tug of war inside her heart that made her soul vibrate like a violin string.

Sir pushed a simple straight-backed wooden chair towards her. There was a white towel hung over its back. Her ankles were still attached to the bar and he now bound together her wrists with a length of white cotton cord. It was not unlike clothes line (she later found out that that’s exactly what it was.). He looped it over another bar set in the floor, tied one end off and put the other through a kind of a latch that would allow Him to pull the rope tighter and tighter without the need to retie it. He sat in the chair, put the towel over one knee and pulled firmly on the rope. Kate dropped helplessly into his lap, the towel directly under her lubed crotch. Reaching under the chair, He produced another tube of lubricant and smeared it liberally over the middle and index fingers of His right hand.

“Your punishment this time is to deny Me the pleasure of seeing you cum. I will work on you for a minimum of 20 minutes. There is nothing that makes me happier than to know my pet is fulfilled, the fact I will be frustrated in this should remind you how you disappointed me by not learning the lesson of holding your tongue. Does that sound like a proper punishment for you?”

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“Speak!”

-You are wise Sir, the punishment matches the infraction perfectly.

“For the duration of this exercise, you are given permission to speak freely, but that extends only to answering my questions and keeping me advised of your emotional state. You are to react vocally and physically to your pleasure. As your arousal increases, you are to estimate the time until you will cum and keep me advised: ‘3 minutes…’ ‘2miniutes…’ When you feel that your orgasm is imminent, you are to beg Me to continue. Remember it is your goal to master your own desire and your body’ s weakness. If you fail Me in this there will be further, less… sophisticated consequences. Is that clear?”

-Yes Sir, I will not fail you.

“Very well.” He placed both hands on the bare skin of her buttocks. The right fingers He kept clear, using just the palm to caress the right cheek. The left hand caressed and squeezed the soft white flesh of her left cheek and lower back. The caress was as tender and loving as a master’s hand on a beloved hound. He stroked her flanks, her sides and the length of her graceful spine. She closed her eyes luxuriating in the sensation of having His firm hands giving her such sweet attention. When the palm came down on her, it was with a force and a sound that took her totally by surprise. She felt her body tense involuntarily, and then the warm sting of the impact. She suddenly realized that she was holding her breath and let it go. A second slap fell almost instantly as she exhaled and she felt a few drops of the lubricating gel splash along her exposed right side. She gasped at the pain/pleasure .

The pale and incredibly soft rounded flesh began to take on a warm pinkish glow under the blows He was administering. First just the right cheek, the loud slapping sound followed by the girlish squeals and grunts made His own blood begin to run hot. He would rain down five or six good slaps on her rump and then explore the intimate folds of her crack and slit with the slick fingertips of his right hand. He could feel her pussy mound swelling and growing warmer with each series of blows. With His left hand, He had been stroking the silky skin of her lovely back and pinching and rolling her nipples.  Once the right cheek began to redden and give of a heat that could be felt a few millimeters away, he went to work on the left in the same manner. Soon, He began concentrating on stroking the engorged surface of her pubis mons and fingering her now dripping wet slit. “Your ass is so lovely and red now pet.” He commented. “The contrast with your fair skin is quite striking.”

-That is gratifying to me Sir.

He paused a moment to consider, the instruction was to keep Him informed of her state so technically it was an appropriate statement and allowable. He was impressed by her grasp of the protocol. The mixture of the gel and her natural juices made the area between her legs and His hand one delightfully slippery system. He found He was able to stimulate her clit and put two fingers inside of her at the same time. He alternated this with pressure on her outer mound with four fingers, and opposing inner pressure with his thumb. When this seemed to be driving her to grind her hips into him, He put a glob of lube on her asshole and drove in His left thumb.

She let out a groan that came from deep within her. “Report slut!”

-3 minutes Sir! Her face was now red and heavy from her inflamed state and the position of her head. There was so much blood in her head, at such high pressure that she began to feel dizzy and disoriented. The emotions and physical feelings she was experiencing made her head swim.

-1 min..PLEASE DON’T STOP SIR! I NEED IT SO BAD, I’M A HELPLESS LITTLE DIRTY SLUT!

He stopped his hand from moving and slowly decreased the pressure. “Concentrate and count: 99, 98, 97…"

-96, 95… She closed her eyes and pictured a cardboard box with books in it. She concentrated on the details of the box. The printing on its side, the rips and wrinkles on its surface, the musty and stale smell of it…The mundane quality of the image helped her to come down from the plateau.

-5 minutes… And so it went. The timer called out its alarm-like ring after the 20 minutes were up. Upon three more occasions He brought her to the brink, and together they backed away from it. The last time,  she found she was able to stay perched there on its rim. She found that by alternating between ‘-5 minutes’ and ‘-20 seconds’ that she was able to dance on the precipice, dangling one leg over and pulling it back before gravity pulled her inexorably into oblivion. Once the alarm sounded, and the twenty minutes had passed, she thought He would release her. When He chose to continue, she allowed an iota of doubt and confusion to enter her mind.

Sir touched a contact within the folds of the towel and to Kate’s amazement it began to buzz.

“My own invention.” He confided.

He had four fingers under her and the thumb inside her and now everything was vibrating in harmony with the buzzing in her ears. He pinched her clit between the middle and index fingers of his right hand, stroked her g-spot with the thumb and thumb –fucked her with his left while stroking her ass-cheek with the fingers of the left hand. The sensations were familiar and quickly brought her to the plateau.

-5 minutes…

-2 minutes…

When she should have said 30 seconds, she instead gripped her lower lip between her teeth. He could feel her grinding her pelvis with an intensity she had not exhibited before. Tiny beads of sweat broke from the skin on her naked back as her body tensed and her breath came in gasps…colors burst in her mind, her consciousness separated from reality. Her mind soul and body separated and at the same time became one. She felt as if pleasure was a flood of water that swept her away, drowned her, and quenched a thirst as deep and as dry as Death Valley. 

“You are a dirty bitch with no self control.” He stated flatly. “Words cannot covey the utter disgust I feel right now. I surely must be at fault. How else would you demonstrate such contempt for My directions.”

From His viewpoint, holding her on His lap, He could not see her eyes cast down in shame. She had failed Him again. She literally bit her tongue to keep from protesting. It was not his fault. He had been clear, His instruction had been without flaw. She was a weak a dirty slut who could not manage to keep from falling into the abyss. He got up and let her fall face first onto the wooden floor.

For minutes He left her there, tied hand and foot, her nether regions soaking wet and sticky, her face red and hot, her long red hair framing it in curly tangles. It was a minute before her breathing returned to normal. She wanted so badly to speak, to grovel at His feet and apologize for her second transgression. She knew that without His permission it was impossible. She was a slave to protocol.

He left her there to wait. How long she couldn’t guess. The towel was still under her and its buzzing had not stopped. She wriggled a bit to put it in a more comfortable position beneath her pelvic bone. She felt ashamed, yet her arousal had not fully diminished. Her shame and her degraded position had, in fact heightened it to a degree. She found the pleasant vibrations of the towel stimulated her quite effectively. Combined with the feeling of being such a pitiful wretch, they soon brought her close to another orgasm. She writhed on the floor, grinding her pelvis into the buzzing white towel when she suddenly felt a shoe at the back of her neck.

“That’s right whore! Do it! I want to see you get off right now! Look at you, what a sight you are! Your beautiful body on the floor like a piece of garbage, your pretty face a tangle of hair and sweat! Do it! Grind yourself into the filthy floor!”

She came for the second time in five minutes, this time it was even more intense because Sir was commanding it. Even if His words were filled with contempt and sarcasm, she knew she was duty bound to obey them. When she finally caught her breath, he unshackled her ankles and released the rope stretching her wrists. He massaged her ankles, calves and thighs without speaking. He stood her in front of Him, looking at her face with that same disappointed expression as when he had gotten up. She fell to her knees, and clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.

“You have something to say?” She nodded emphatically.

“Speak!”

-Oh Sir, I have failed You. Your directions were clear. I was weak. I’m not a good pet. I’m a weak and horny slut of a pet and I don’t deserve your kindness. I have let You down again and would gladly submit to Your just punishment but feel I’m not worthy of even that.

This time He could see her turn her lovely eyes to the floor and bow her head.

“I will give myself one last chance to correct your horrible behavior… “

He led her to another set-up. This time it was a pair of spreader-bars, one attached to a pair of short chains bolted to the floor, the other suspended from a pulley attachment in the ceiling. He connected her to the bars and hoisted her by her arms about 6” off the floor. Standing before her he said:

“I shall strike you 21 times with the cane. Each time it hits, you will be unable to keep yourself from crying out. You will turn each cry into a cry of gratitude or a plea for more of the same. If you can succeed in this, I will reward you. If you fail… I don’t know if I will be able to keep you.” He lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. She knew he was giving her a chance to object, to utter the safeword and spare herself the agony if she felt it too much. She swallowed hard and a single tear fell from her eye. He kissed her deeply on the mouth. He hadn’t intended to do it but her courage and determination so moved Him that it happened completely spontaneously.

The cane made a whistling sound as it cut the air on the way to her fragile backside. She screamed like a small child would scream. She held the sound and turned it into “IIIIII Loved that Sir!” “AAAAH Mazing Sir!” “EEEEE EX  quisite Sir!” "HAAAW Marvelous Sir!"and so on. The hits stung like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. Each one spread delicious through her body. When the final blow fell, tears were streaming down her cheeks and her hair clung to her head with sweat. She had as much as she could take and though it was the last thing she wanted, she followed through with her part in the punishment and just kept repeating:

-More, more, more…

He took her down from the apparatus. He toweled off her sweaty body and wiped it with a warm wet wash cloth that he dipped a wrung out in a basin. He lay her down on a chaise covered in silky fabric and rubbed soothing cream on her welted backside. After a good amount of it was absorbed by the damaged skin, He put the cloth into a basin of icy water and stroked it gently over the wounds.

“You have made me proud my lovely, lovely pet.” He whispered soothingly. “Your transgressions are forgotten and you are once again my beloved and treasured pet. Rest a while and you shall receive your reward.” He dimmed the lights and lit a scented candle. He put on soothing music and gave her a glass of her favorite wine. He gave her back, legs and feet a deep and luxurious massage, checking on the ravaged flesh periodically. He attended to it from time to time with the lotion and cold cloth. When it seemed that the swelling was down and long-term damage averted, He rubbed it with corn starch and left it to heal in the cool evening air.

“Are you ready for your reward pet?’

“Speak!”

-Yes Sir!

“Very well then!”

He pulled her body up over the padded arm of the chaise and dropped his trousers to the floor. Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand He forced His hot swollen cock past her soft, full lips and into her tight, wet throat. She gagged slightly, the speed of his entry more than her inability to take its length causing the involuntary reflex. This time he was not careful and she felt, one by one, individual hairs detaching from her scalp as he furiously fucked her pretty face. It made the sound of a glass being washed, the soapy washrag plunging in and out… vacuum, pressure, vacuum, pressure. Her tongue moved skillfully back and forth massaging the glans of His now fully rigid member. He pulled it from her mouth. A long string of pre-cum connecting the two. Ramming it in again, more forcefully this time, He brought forth a guttural gagging sound from her throat. With her hands she massaged His balls and squeezed His ass cheek. She could feel the great muscle in His left cheek flexing and contracting as He thrust into her sweet mouth.

“Look at me bitch!”  When her pretty eyes turned to meet His, the force of it pushed him over the edge and she felt His seed pump down her throat. He heard her choke, so he brought Himself up and out to finish climaxing into her open mouth and on her slender neck. She cooed delightedly while kissing and stroking the shrinking flesh with her lips and tongue.

“Make love to it.” He whispered. It continued to shrink and shrivel in her hands, dribbling surprising amounts of sperm onto her fingers and lips. She marveled at the change in it. When it got so incredibly small that she stopped playing with it, He told her to continue. She did as directed, licking, kissing sucking the tiny soft thing. Massaging and sucking the now comparatively massive looking balls. It was like playing with a toy cock. She was just wondering how small it could possibly get when the metamorphosis reversed itself and the thing began to pulse and stiffen and grow.

-Mmmm, she grunted in satisfaction. She watched as the skin on the balls smoothed out, the head of the cock turned a purplish color. The veins thickened and stood out under the thin and translucent skin. The flesh developed rib like structures beneath the skin that stood still when she move the skin over it. Now fully erect He directed her to take it into her mouth and make it wet. In the mean time He was working some lube into her asshole, and massaging its opening with his thumb. When He judged it ready, He quickly pulled it from her mouth and stuffed it in her ass before it had the chance to pucker up again. She loved having His dick in her. It was not shockingly huge, but big enough to stimulate her deeply. It was fulfilling yet comfortable. She could have that thing fucking her all day! The tight warmth of her slippery lubed-up asshole is a place that makes prolonging the ecstasy nearly impossible. Saving it for after He’d ravaged her mouth made it possible to at least keep things going for a little while… When He finally did come, He plunged deep and held Himself there so as to fill her completely with His gift.

“Did you enjoy your reward pet?”

“Speak!”

“It shows that Sir has forgiven me, that He desires me. It shows He considers me a worthy object of His pleasure and a valued receptacle of His essence. What better reward is there?

Wrapped in His arms, she watched Him sleep a while. The deep and satisfied sleep of the truly content… soon she found that place herself and they dozed a few hours. When He felt Himself awake and restored, He took her last remaining opening as she slept. She woke shocked and disoriented… A Man’s cock inside of her, It took a few seconds to remember where she was and Who was fucking her. When she did, she submitted to Him and let Him take his pleasure of her. When it was over They slept till well past the rising of the sun, entangled in one another’s body.

I've been spending time with another girl in another club and here is a story inspired by here when she confided in me that cleaning turns her on.

The girl in the doorway was not exactly tall, nor would Chloe have described her as skinny, but there was a grace and elegance to her form. Statuesque: that was the word that came to mind. She moved with a confidence and fluidity that you usually only find in dancers or classically trained actresses.

“You’re late.” The girl stated flatly. “The client will be home soon and we only have a few minutes to get ready. Put this on.” Heels clicking on the hardwood, she led Chloe into a small powder-room off of the main hall-way of the house. It was not designed as a dressing room and it was a little too cramped for her  to get her street clothes off and put on the little outfit. “What the hell?” She yelled through the door, “What’s wrong? It’s the size the agency told us you wore.”

“The agency told me I’d have a uniform, not …lingerie… this isn’t right!” She stammered, opening the door. The outfit on, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She was frightened and embarrassed. “I was told it was a cleaning job, that’s all!” Alyssa regarded the girl for several long seconds. The house was enormous and, though she wouldn’t mind cleaning it herself, she had another client in 3 hours.

“Look, I’m sorry the temp agency didn’t give you all the info but it’s an erotic cleaning service. We wear these outfits and clean the house, that’s it, no funny stuff. The client just gets a kick out of watching us clean in the sexy get-up. Here’s mine.” With that she opened her trench coat, exposing the classic French maid uniform underneath. She was about 6-2 in her 5 inch heels. That would  make her right around five-foot-six. Her hair was straight, black and shoulder length. It reminded Chloe of the sort of paint brushes she liked. (When she would come across them in the home improvement store, she couldn’t resist stroking her palm with the soft bristles. Even if there was no painting to be done, she often bought one, just to have.)  Her neck was graceful and slender as were her bare shoulders. Her skin was flawless and tanned. It glowed softly from the baby oil she routinely applied before cleaning jobs. Her waist was cinched tight by the corset-like lacing of the dress. From the beneath the little ruffled skirt long shapely  legs, clad in black fishnet stockings stood, feet shoulder width apart .  As hot as her body looked in the outfit, it was her face that most caught Chloe’s attention.  The eyes were the first feature you noticed. Their color was a greenish-brown, but there was something magnetic and alluring about them that was impossible to describe. They seemed at once mysterious and open. The next feature to draw the eye was her mouth. Her soft full lips begged to be kissed. And her smile was as disarming as it was quick to appear, which it did now.
“Fun! Huh?”

Seeing the other girl, the appeal of this type of service was easy to understand. Here was an example of feminine perfection.  Packaged and showcased in a way that highlighted her every curve. And she’d be doing an essential service. One that would normally fall on the lady of the house; had there been one. 

“Ok, “ she decided “I’ll do it this once, but that’s all I’m promising.”

“Great! Let’s get to it!’

When the client walked through the door, it was to the sight of the regular girl, Alyssa, on her hands and knees, the black high-heels dragging on the floor behind her, scrubbing the long wooden boards. The distinctive smell of Murphy’s oil soap filled the house. She held a big, old-fashioned sponge in her two hands, working the sudsy solution back and forth in long, labored strokes, alternating with big circles. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her smooth, unfurrowed  forehead. It always fascinated him to watch her clean. Her concentration was absolute. Her level of effort admirable. He was fairly certain that she hadn’t even noticed that he had entered the house. He stood for several moments watching her scrub. He stared at the sensuous movement of the muscles of her upper thighs and buttocks as they flexed and released with the effort. He was suddenly seized by the urge to rip open the frilly panties and plunge into her. He could imagine shoving her between the shoulders, pressing her chest on the soapy, wet floor while guiding his hardness into her slick, tight passage.

“Hello?” a voice called from the kitchen. It was a new girl. Petite, blonde, cute. Her outfit was similar to the one that Alyssa wore, but she also had a garter on one thigh and a little pink flower in her hair.

“Hello yourself.” The client said.

“This is Chloe, she’s a temp. She’ll be filling in today.” He studied the other girl for a while. She was pretty enough, and did justice to the uniform, but she lacked Alyssa’s enthusiasm. She looked more like a person doing a job. It was a contrast. She was more like a servant where with Alyssa, sometimes he felt like he was doing her a favor.

After a few hours of hard work and intense supervision, the more experienced girl announced that they had finished.

“I’ll just take a look around.” 

He thoroughly inspected the work. The walls were impeccable, the main floor immaculate. The kitchen counter and cupboards were spotless… As he looked in the dishwasher to ensure the strainer screen had been emptied and rinsed, the two girls spotted it at the same time. A scuff mark on the kitchen floor. The experienced girl took the novice by the forearm and with an expression of sheer horror, motioned her to silence.

“What’s this?” He roared. They were caught.  “There will be a consequence for this…”

“Consequence?”  Whispered the new girl, “What’s he talking about?”

“Never mind,” she hissed, “I’ll take the consequence for you.”

“It’s my fault sir,”

 The homeowner sat down on the kitchen chair. The blondes eyes grew wide as saucers as her new co-worker laid down across his lap. She was a little bit reassured by the wink and grin from the other girl. He tucked the fabric from her undies deep into her ass crack, exposing one firm round cheek. He caressed it with a loving gentleness before landing six hard slaps. The girl on his lap bit her lower lip, her head jarring with each connection of the open palm on her skin. The other girl ran to her side.

“I’m calling the cops Alyssa! This isn’t right!”

“It’s ok Hun, it’s all part of the job. It’s my favorite part in fact!”

The day’s work complete and her punishment over, Alyssa carried the pails and the supplies to her car. Her right buttock pulsed hotly with each beat of her heart. The client passed her a check and leaned the side of his face toward her. She took the check and kissed the offered cheek.

“Nice work.” He said, turning back toward the house, “Same time next week.”

Hello! Thank you for checking out my profile. It's been a while and there have been a few changes in my life. First of all, I got a divorce, secondly, I bought a house. And most recently, I visited a strip club for the first time in nearly 14 years.

 In the days before I was married I loved to go to the clubs and watch the girls dance, they were truely bimbo-like in their dress and manners, but the rules were stricly enforced in those days, and a man was lucky if he could sneak a caress of a thigh when tipping a dancer.

 It's different there now and I've had my mind blown on several occasions by one girl in particular. The time she gave me was so intense that I was inspired to write the following poem:

•  Goddess of Love and of Beauty
• Rendered in Purest Marble in the halls of Helenic Kings
• Masterpiece of Proportion
• Prototype of Feminine Grace
• Stands before me now in Exquisite Flesh
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• Delicate hand in mine we decend to our Private Spot
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• Music plays and her Body gently sways
• with the Slow Serpentine Grace of a Jungle Cat
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• Her Floral Scented Skin, the color of Dark Honey
• fills and overwhelms my Senses
• transporting my Mind and my Soul to a place
• Where Pleasure flows like Water and fills the nostrils
• and the lungs like smoke from a censor
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• Her back toward me, my Hands are alive and vibrate with anticipation
• they reach out to caress the irresistable expanse of moving flesh
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• Up and Back, they glide
• Up and Back, gently raking my nails
• Up and Back over the rounded hips to the full firm weight of her perfect breasts
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• I am Aroused, almost Painfully so
• but I'm scarcely aware of it: every neuron in my Brain, every Nerve Cell in my Body, every Fiber of my Being is feasing on the Sensation of her Body, her Breath, the beating of her Heart
• even an orgasm at this point would only serve to distract me from this sublime experience.
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• Is heaven thus? If so, you may shoot me dead on the spot, or visit upon my body the crulest torture imaginable that my soul may float wrapped in this blanket of feminine  softness and warmth.
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• "God" she hears me whisper, "Jesus..."
• It sounds like mild Profanity
• But is in reality a small Prayer of Awe and of Gratitude
• to the One who created this Vision of Perfection
• And designed me specifically to appreciate it
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• "I want you so bad..." my attempt at self expression is as untruthful as it is inept:
• I don't want her, in this moment I have her
• She is Mine and exists soley for my Pleasure
• And graciously gives her maximum effort to please and delight me
• What I want is for the dance to go on for ever...
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• Too soon, the music dies and I'm dragged reluctantly back to a world where Mortals and Goddesses do not mingle
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• "You want to go again?" she asks "On me this time..."
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• All I can say is "Thank you..."

 The next time I went in I told her she'd inspired me to write a poem and I whispered it into her ear.

-NOTE- 12 24 10 (Yes I'm on CM on Christmas Eve! Don't judge!) After I got this far, I could not imagine a conclusion to this story because I can't imagine my then wife taking part in anything like this. She is a great person but not into girls or kinky sex.  If any of you ladies would like to tell me how you'd end it, pleas feel fre to write it to me and I'll post the best ones here! 

Sophia, Mistress will be pleased to know you have arrived. Please have a seat in the antechamber. I’ll be in to see to your preparation in a few moments. The slim and stunning brunette enters the room with a hint of trepidation. "I’m not sure I like the sound of this ‘preparation’." She thinks to herself. There is a white cotton robe with a placard taped to it "wear this, -Mistress" is all it says. Slipping out of her tight jeans and silk top, she dons the terry robe. A few minutes later the man is back. "Did you bring the dress? He asks. She hands over a black plastic garment bag. "She asked for these too." This comment is met with a blank look from the assistant. For several long seconds she hold out the bag containing four pair of high heel shoes. "I mean Mistress instructed me to bring these."

"Very well miss. Please have a seat in the black chair."

"I need to see the Mistress before I do anything."

"She will see you soon. As we discussed, you must be thoroughly prepared prior to your audience with Her. She’s asked me to be firm with you if you are uncooperative. You are safer here with me then you will ever be in Her presence. She will try your body and spirit, she will test your limits of endurance, as well as your strength of will. My job is only to pamper you before, and help you to recover after. My duties as far as you are concerned are limited to providing you comfort and support. For the Mistress, I am to make you clean and pure. She touches only that which has been purified. Please, sit here."

The black chair has a tub attached. It is the type of chair used by salons to facilitate hair washing. Warm high-pressure water massages the beauty’s scalp as practiced fingers work first, the high quality shampoo, then the scented conditioner through the long black hair. The big soft eyes close with the luxury of the scalp massage that follows. Warm jasmine scented oil and big strong fingers work magic, sending jolts of electricity down her spine. Sophia’s hair is wrapped in a thick towel to dry and the assistant’s attention goes to the other extreme and begins work on her feet. The toes show sign of a recent pedicure, there is no hard skin to be found and the nails are buffed but not lacquered. He takes up a different bottle of massage oil and begins to work it into the soft skin of her left sole.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get your hands off me! I’m leaving! I came here to be instructed by your Mistress and I’m beginning to doubt She’s even here! This is some sick scheme for you to get me in bed isn’t it!"

Laughter from the darkened corner of the room meets the outburst. "This is all about you isn’t it… that’s right child, no man can possibly resist you. You’re feeling a little out of control and want to call the whole thing off. I have so much to teach you… The preparation isn’t only for your body you insolent wretch! It starts with your mind and your mind’s concept of your body. This man is my husband. He is a man with great appreciation for feminine beauty. Just looking at a beautiful woman is a sexual thrill to him. Touching and caressing your skin is as pleasurable to him as an orgasm is to most men. When I tell you he is enjoying this, it’s an understatement. I’m explaining this too you so there is no misunderstanding and no dishonesty. I expect that having your body groped and fondled, no matter how artfully, seems demeaning to you. It is expressly not what you’d hoped for or anticipated. But it’s what I want. I have sat many hours where you’re sitting now and I can attest to the talent in that man’s hands and to the intense pleasure you are about to receive. But what you’re mind is learning right now is that your body belongs to me. If I wished to have a pack of wild dogs lick you all over, that is what you would submit to. For this time, you are to accept the treatment graciously offered you. You don’t have to enjoy it, in fact, it pleases me to think that you’re enduring it with some sense of revulsion. I originally instructed my assistant to keep his mouth and genitals away from you, I’m beginning to think though that in light of your selfish attitude, perhaps a little slavering is in order order! Continue!" From the dark, a door can be heard to quietly click shut. The assistant stands, his breath slightly quickened to know that he would be permitted to enjoy some more intimate contact with the beauty in his chair. He stands motionless but for a slight excited trembling in his greedy hands.

"Please continue." The dark haired girl sighs resignedly.

Oily palm to sole, he slides his hand over the smooth skin, feeling for inconsistencies and hard points under the soft flesh. Each in turn is gently worked with knowing fingers. The delicate instep is caressed gently but firmly like an erogenous zone, the long strokes going from fingers to palm to wrist to forearm. Back and forth, smooth and steady, the motion lubricated by the oils. It is a new and pleasurable sensation for Sophia, half-way between a tickle and a lover’s caress. The same process is carried out on the right foot with so that in the end, both pretty feet are as relaxed and content as those of a child. The next phase, the long lean legs, is the part the assistant looks forward to the most. So much of the look of a woman'’ body is determined by the shape of her legs. He lifts the left foot and sights the length of the leg like a man aiming a rifle.

"These gorgeous legs of yours are one of the main reasons you were chosen for the Mistress, you know. You have a very pretty face, classically beautiful in fact, and your neck is a graceful as a swan’s. Tucking the foot under his arm, he slides his hands, slick with lotion this time along the firm tanned skin. It is in the leg, however that the line begins. You can place the bust of Aphrodite above a pair of stumps and you have nothing worth the consideration of the Mistress."

Here and there he marks a tiny patch of stubble that he quickly tends to with a disposable razor. Once both legs have been attended to in this manner, the assistant takes a few moments for a final assessment. This is conducted by running his cheek, lips and tongue along their length. This draws an involuntary shudder or two, as well as a few disgusted grunts and finally, a long sigh of resignation. There is a momentary hesitancy from the subject in the chair when the robe is casually opened. The assistant looks to see if there will be renewed protest but there is only resigned acceptance. The waxing is quick and excruciatingly painful. The pain, however, is nothing compared to the embarrassment. Nothing is said during the exercise, but the obvious glee with which it’s carried out and the displeasure with which it’s endured are both measurable. The stinging red hairless flesh is soothed afterward by ice, lotion and massage. At this point a small egg shaped vibrator with a wired remote is inserted in the girl’s vagina. It begins to hum, its sound muffled. The Mistresses assistant lingers between the long smooth thighs staring deeply into her opening. His tongue flicks out and over the soft pink folds. "Your pussy is a work of art…" He turns his head and kisses the lips as the mouth of a lover. Instinctively, there comes a whimper, and a clamping down of the thighs, then surrender. A few moments of admiring kisses and he leaves the Mistresses’ prize to its buzzing egg.

The process of preparation goes on in the same manner to include deep tissue massages of the delectable breasts, sumptuous buttocks, graceful spine and arms. Make-up and hair are attended to with care and skill. After the two-hour process is complete, the subject has taken on a different aura. The haughtiness and defiance are gone. Her body is clean, purified and relaxed, her mind open and accepting. From the hanging bag, the red halter dress is removed and slid over her naked body.

"This looks perfect on you…" he stands back to admire what first caught his eye. The statuesque proportions, the striking face, the graceful curves highlighted by the soft red fabric. From a drawer, he selects a black velvet choker and walks behind her. With a sweep of her hand, she holds back the silky dark tresses and he snaps it in place. "You are ready, come with me." She is led into a smallish room of stark white walls. There is a short platform in the center of the floor with a rope suspended above it by a pulley. The room has a sterile, industrial look about it. It’s a room with a purpose. The subject is led to the platform like a lamb to the altar… Her hands tied in front of her, her 4" black stilettos tucked under her buttocks she kneels and is left to wait. Enough time passes that she begins to cramp and ache at the ankles. She is reminded of the feeling of waiting for the doctor the time she feared bad news was coming through the door. She had a similar dread waiting to see what the mistress would visit upon her...

What a juicy and tight white bitch you are. The first black man who gets a hold of you will have a lot to be thatnkful for. He won't tell you that. He'll tell you you're lucky to get any of his time, let alone his huge heavy black cock. I imagine he'd insist on meeting you in a hotel room for your first meeting. You'd be dolled up in a tight cocktail dress, stockings and heels your make-up and hair are perfect, your legs shaved, your bush neatly trimmed. He'd open the door in a Bulls jersey a pair of Air Jordans, a heavy gold chain and no pants. The jersey hangs half way to his knees and you can still see the end of his limp prick past its hem. There is a crystal clear drop of precum at its tip.  He has a 40 of malt liquor in one hand, a cellphone in the other and a bluetooth set and sunglasses on. "You da white bitch... come on in."  You'd enter, trembling on weak knees,your hear thundering in your chest and stammer out something like "Hi thank you for meeting with me I'm..."

"Yeah your; name is 'bitch'. Please to meet you, now suck my muthuh fuckin dick." Your knees find the floor in an istant and your hand lifts the heavy black rod. Your tiny pink tongue flicks out to lick the glistening drop. "Yeah, no hands bitch." You cross your wrists behind your back and look up into his eyes. They seem cold and disinterested, even as yours are intense and pleading. Your head is now tilted as far back as it can go and you're swallowing his cock, massaging it with your throat. It fills your whole mouth and goes as far back in your throat as seems humanly possible but is still as limp as when you first saw it. The first strains of 50 Cent's "In Da Club" begin to play and he answers his cell.

"GO.... alrite.. nah nah nothin big. This white bitch wanted a tase of my black snake.... naw, I'm in a hotel... she payin for it! Naw naw, she flew in from New York or some shit...nah she aint fat... not too bad for a white bitch...cant suck dick for shit tho'; bin suckin the whole time we bin talkin and still aint got me hard yet!" At this he lets go a short chortling laugh. The sort that sounds like it's being choked back in the throat. "Fuck no! You know how I feel about white bitches... Ain't one of them's got a ass worth a DAMN.... nah all my sisters either knocked up or locked up... you know how it is...I guess so, when I'm done... You got to pay me though... You broke ass muthuh fuckuh!.. You still got that Glock maybe we can work out a trade... Wait till I let you know how she is... aw shit! right now? aw fuck!" With that he puts down the phone, slams the still open door,  grabs a handful your meticulously coiffed hair, and drags you across the polished floor. He plops down in a recliner swapping the 40 ounce for the TV remote. "Damn, 10 minutes into the game!" He lightly slaps the side of your head, not because he's angry with you but because it happens to be there.

He picks up the hotel phone and dials. "Yeah send up a steak, New York strip. Well done. and I want you to cut it up in cubes and put a tooth pick in each cube. Yeah yeah, and a bottle of Dom... that's cool, no the better one... naw one glass is all. Yeah, what kind of chips you got? Naw a big bag... ok 10 little bags then. Put them in a big bowl... Yeah don't forget your key, I have the game on." Now that the angle is changed a little, you're able to work on his cock a little more effectively. You've managed to milk enough precum out of him to lube your lips and tongue which had been becoming dry. They are now coated with the thick slippery fluid. His already big dick stiffens and becomes massive in your mouth. You somehow manage to deep throat the giant tool, you feel a twinge of pride because it seems like you're deep throating a telephone pole. There is a gushing in your mouth which you think is him climaxing but is only a dose of precum. You hold it in your mouth savoring the warmth of it, some of it runs down your cheek and drips on the top of your breast. you rub it over the white skin marvelling at how it makes your tit glitter. THe remaining mass of it, you pool on your tongue and slather the bulbous head of his enormous prick. "Yeah that's it.." You thrill at the praise. "Now you doin it!" You suck him in even deeper and bob your head up and down the complete length of his huge glistening shaft. "NOW -YOU- DOIN IT!!! Derrick Rose! " You suddenly realize that it's the game and not your attentions that have gotten him excited. You redouble your efforts, a foam of spit and precum is collecting around your lips and running down your neck, your head is rocketing back and forth the long distance from his head to his mat of sweaty pubic hair. Back and forth, in perfect rythm with constant pressure on the bottom of the shaft your soft warm mouth makes the trip. He stands and cheers on his team while you a working your magic. "Come on boys" he encourages his team "Come on." His hips begin to thrust with the rythm of the ball on the court. There is a key in the door, the wrong one, you continue to suck like a five dollar whore as the waiter tries another key. NOW mutha fuckuhs! The ball goes in, the buzzer sounds the door flies open and about a half a pint of cum pumps into your mouth at the same time. You swallow hard and fast but still a massive amout gets past your lips and dribbles down your throat, off your nipple and onto your leg. The waiter sees the whole thing. "Should I come back?"

"Naw naw man, push it over here... I guess you'll be wanting a tip? Bitch give him a tip." You reach for your purse and see that it's already been emptied on the table next to the LA-Z-BOY. "Naw bitch, not that kind of tip, give the man a tip!" The meaning behind his forceful stare sinks in. you are disgusted and horrified. You never agreed to be everyones whore... Still on your knees you hobble over to where the waiter is standing and undo his pants. In a monent's time you have his puny white dick in your mouth. It's hard almost immediately but the contrast with the deadly weapon you've just fired in your mouth makes this seem like a soda straw. He comes quickly and you have no trouble swallowing his meager load. "Yeah," the deep voice says from the chair, "now you good for somethin." In five minutes the thing is done and the man leaves. It is the greatest day of his entire career at the hotel and he will tell his friends about this day for years. He thinks he has you to thank, but you know, that you were just doing your job as a black man's bitch. You spend the rest of the game on your knees in front of the chair. The big black man does not speak a word to you, you are hungry but he does not offer you any of the food you paid for. He drinks the expensive champagne and lets you lick some from the curly hairs of his sweaty ballsack. He eats the steak, dipping the cubes into A1 sauce before chewing them up noisily. He eats the chips and the greasy crumbs pile up in your hair. You just continue to devote yourself to pleasuring his cock. It is the center of your universe. When it produces cum, you eat it up greedily, it is your only nourishment. Finally the game on the television is over. The big man has cum four times in your mouth and his team has come out victorious. "Get on the bed." You go to the center and lay your pretty but well used head on the pillow. He grabs your ankles, one in each hand and yanks so that your ass is on the bottom edge of the bed, and in a flash and a gasp of your breath he buries his cock in your dripping pulsating pussy. You get a glimpse of it before it disappears in you. It's gigantic of course, looking like something that would be at home hanging in a butcher's window. It's chocolaty skin is still shiny from the hours of sucking, the veins are highlighted by the slick coating that reflects the light in the room. As he enters you there is a rush of air that blasts from you  and barely squeaks out so tight is the fit. He lifts you with his strong hands as if you were a rag-doll and fucks you with a force you have never imagined existed. There is a ferocity to his thrusts that feel as hard and fast as a jackhammer on pavement. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME" you pant over and over. You can barely breathe with the pounding that shakes your entire body. "FUCK ME!" Your body stiffens in one orgasm after another but he still continues, his face is blank, like chisled obsidian, sweat beads up and rolls down his face and body, it splashes on you and pools in your navel. "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" You scream. "Now I'm getting fucked! Now I'm getting fucked!" "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" another orgasm takes you over, this one more profound and powerful than anything you have ever felt in your life. Your brain overflows with pleasure and you reach a different plane of existance. He dumps you on the bed and you are left for a moment to swim in your extacy and catch your breath. The big man returns with the champagne bottle. There is about a quarter of a glass, approximately $25 worth, left in the bottom. He carefully fits the mouth of the bottle to your anus and up-ends it. The fizzy wine fills your rectum and he eases the smooth glass bottle into your hole. he works it slowly in and out, little by little pushing a thicker and thicker section of the neck into your ass. After a while, he judges you open enough and pushes the giant head into your virgin asshole. Wine gushes out and spills down your back as he wordlessly takes posession of your most intimate orafice. Finally, forcefully he cums deep inside your ass. You can feel the individual pulses of his orgasm and the gysers of cum each releases as it coats the walls of your colin. He flops down on top of you. The pressure of his weight makes it impossible for you to breathe, even though you're totally out of breath. His sweaty body covers yours entirely and you're overwhelmed by the smell of him. Your breathing still has not returned and you begin to fear you will die here, your last act on Earth serving as a cum dump for a black man. you draw in a ragged despirate breath as he gets up and goes into the bathroom. The shower runs briefly as you try to collect yourself and gain control of your breathing. Your heart is hammering in your chest, ears and brain... your body is feverish and wet, coated with everything from black man's cum, pussy juice and your own saliva to Dom Perrignon and potoato chip grease. Yes you are a whore. You know that you will soon be servicing his friends for his profit, at your own expense. You wonder to yourself, if I'm not the definition of a slut, what is? He enters the room and walks past you to his phone, still on the little table by the door. "Yo it's me. Yeah I'm done... Yeah we're going to party in the hotel tonight... I dunno, 25 or so. Naw she'll be gone. Yeah, yeah, get everyone together and come up to room 215. No no, the booze is on me. alright....

In a conference room in an upscale hotel, ten well-dressed and respecable looking men are drinking their cocktails and socializing. A waitress is passing among them, taking orders and handing out drinks. In the process of writing down the orders of an older distiguished looking gentleman she suddenly bolts upright and gasps in shock. There, at the door stands a pitiful figure of a girl with a full ice bucket in her left hand. Her right hand holds the remains of a slinky silver lame dress which has been ripped completely down one side. Her large breasts hold the fabric away from her body so that anyone who looked would be treated to a glimpse of un-interrupted naked skin from the long blonde hair of her head, to the silver 4" heels on her feet. The underside of her full right breast, her flat toned belly and shave pubic mound are all open to view. Her hair is clumped together, her make-up is smeared, there is something glistening here and there on her chest, face, legs and arms. "Oh my God!" the waitress rushes in the girl's direction. "What happened to you?"
"What didn't?" one of the men jokes prompting laughs from the rest.
The waitress looks annoyed and the asks: "Do you want me to call the police?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" the girl asks innocently. "I'm fine, there's nothing going on her that I'm not thrilled to be part of. Go get the men their drinks and knock before you come back!" This draws cheers from the group who gather round little Tabby as the puzzled waitress leaves the room.
"How was the quest for ice?" I ask. "Speak!"
"When I left the room, my knees were weak and shaking. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I felt hot, almost feverish and I could barely keep from hyper-ventilating. I could feel the cum loads all over me sliding down my body and running in ribbons down my neck and belly. I could feel all of those things going on inside and around me but what I felt most of all was the fear and dreading... that someone might see me in this state. I went up the stairs hoping to find an ice bucket somewhere, but there was nothing around. I stopped in the stairwell to catch my breath and a family came down on their way to the pool. I stopped in my tracks. The mother covered the eyes of the little girl and the father and teen-aged son just stared at me... The mother stared too but her look was very different. She seemed to shoot hate from her eyes. She hissed 'filthy whore' under her breath at me. I could feel my face turn red when she said it. I waited for them to leave and hurried down to the front desk as I was ordered. There was one man and one woman at the desk and their mouths dropped open when they saw me. The lady asked if I'd been raped and if she should call the police. I just laughed at that. "I'm just having some fun with my friends" I told them and I asked for the ice bucket. When the lady went to get one, the man just kept on staring. I looked around to make sure no-one was looking and I opened my dress to show him. He asked me 'Is that cum?' I just laughed and licked a little off my right boob! Then the lady came back with the ice.
The hall erupts into applause and I say "well done little Tabby!" and then to the group: "Clean her up!" The room goes silent as the ten men surround the blonde in the center of the room. They take away the ragged dress and each grabs a pair of ice cubes from the bucket and uses it to wash the naked girl's skin. Twenty points of painful cold sweep over her in random patterns. It seems as if every nerve ending in her body is being stimulated at once. she squirms in agony and delight. Each cube melts in turn and is replaced by a fresh one so that she has goose bumps on every inch of her flesh. The room is silent but for her gasps, breaths and moans. Nearly imperceptibly, a throbbing hip-hop beat plays in the hall next-door. Tabby feels like a sacrifice being prepared to meet her doom in some primative rite. Once her juicy ripe tits are clean, the icey cold is alternated with warm lips and biting teeth. It sends electric shivers throughout her core. Suddenly the same treatment is being worked on her clit and then she feels a wet tongue probing her quivering anus. The sensation is too much for her and her knees give out. Hands reach out and lock her knees, back and neck so that she remains standing, enveloped in pleasure. She relaxes totaly now and the men hold her like an astronaut on a voyage through space. As one tongue and set of lips tires, it is replaced by another. Wave after wave of extacy takes hold of her trembling body. Those parts of her that are not being licked and nibbled are being caressed and all the while the ice is being applied and removed. There is no way for her to judge time or keep track of the orgasms that jolt through her. She feels like she is floating through an eternal river of pleasure, the only sound her own breathing and the throbbing beat... "I'm going to fuck you now." I state flatly. From a cooler, a special group of ice cubes is produced. Each cube is attached along its axis by a string to the one next to it. There are six in total and each is more or less the size and shape of a walnut. The string is pushed into the velvety pussy to serve as a final cleaning. I have this done because when I enter the bitch I want her to be clean. I don't want another man's saliva to come in contact with my cock. The balls of ice are inserted one by one and left for several seconds to melt before being slowly withdrawn. There is a slight popping sound as each emerges. The group doesn't put her down, but positions her so that she is at the perfect angle for me to enter her. I look deeply into her eyes as I do this. "You are a filty,dirty slut; not fit to wipe cum off the shoes of a two dollar whore." Her pussy is so wet that I'm pistoning in and out of her as soon as the head of my cock, warm and pulsing, splits her soft chilled lips. "Your existance is not worth a rats fart. Spitting in your face would be a waste of good spit. It is only when I'm fucking you that you have value. My cock makes you beautiful and pure. When it's in you, you are someone. When I fill you with my hot cum, it gives your life meaning. Speak!"

"Thank you for giving me value sir. I'm blessed to be a receptical for your seed." With these words I pull out and at a signal her head is brought down and slipped over my pulsing spurting cock. She sucks and gulps like a hungry puppy. I jam myself further in and can feel the muscles of her throat sucking and undulating which prolongs and intesifies my orgasm. "Can you taste your pussy stink?" I ask her. "Yes sir." Her answer is greeted by another hard slap across the face.  
"I'll teach you yet to behave like a good girl should! The ropes!"

Still in the grip of the men, Tabby is taken toward a space where the tile in the drop ceiling of the hall has been removed. The steel girder holding up the second floor of the hotel has been fitted with an arangement of pullies. I take a silky white rope and quickly make of it a sort of harness that runs across the girl's collar bones, around and under both armpits, across her breastbone and over her vagina. An assistant uses another set of ropes to make cradles for each thigh. She is hoisted from the pullies and her ankles are bound up in an arch over her back. "Get me some refreshments." I tell one of the men. He nods and dons a pair of black leather gloves. Another goes to a table and comes back with a glass pitcher. He holds it under the girl's chest as the gloved man cruelly squeezes the full left breast making a stream of milk gush into the pitcher. This is something none of the other men were expecting and they gasp in astonishment and gather round the spectacle. "Let me try." pipes one of them. His hand is unpracticed in this skill and he succees in producing only a muffled whimper from the girl. Ths causes her to be gagged with a dido converted into a bridle. "There should be more witnesses to this miracle of nature!" I shout and pull open the partition in the wall. The music in that room has not stopped the whole time. The exellent insulation has only made it difficult to hear. The partition open it booms into our side. The pulsing beat is soon overtaken by druken whistles and cat-calls. The group nextdoor is the bachellor party of an aquaintance of mine. There are fifteen or so young drunk men and a pair of very hot strippers who are putting on a two girl sex show. Seeing Tabby suspended and milked, the drunken hooligans rush over, each sporting a healthy erection courtesy of the performers. "Damn, that bitch is getting milked like a cow!" Laughter and more whistles. The guest of honor comes over, beer in hand. He pushes Tabby's long hair out of her face and, grabbing a handful, snaps her head back. He looks into the reddened bulging eyes. "Is your name Elsie? You look like an Elsie to me!" Savagely he pulls on her breast until she fears it will come off in his hand. The dildo in her mouth keeps her screams inside but the tears flow from her eyes. "Hey! I'm milking Elsie the cow!" the fiance brags to his friends who mostly double over in laughter. He looks to me and asks: "Mind if I fuck her?"
"Only in the ass." I reply. The ropes are adjusted and the gloved man take back up his chore. Helpless and gagged, every muscle in her legs and neck screaming in pain. Sweet sweet little Tabby is milked and assfucked at the same time. I move to her face, I pull up her head by the same means the ass-fucker so recently employed and stare deeply into the eyes of that tourtured face. I unclip the dildo from her mouth. "Look at yourself. How do you get into these situations? What would your friends think if they saw you like this? What would your family say if they saw you tied up, hung from ropes and savagely ass-fucked by a stranger? How would your father react to what you have become, what you have let these sick minds do to his little Angel? Speak!" She answers in hushed grunts, her words spaced by the rythm of the pounding her ass is receiving.
"I don't -care what - they'd -think sir! I'm no- thing but a cum-cra -ving fuck pig who de -serves what she gets! I don't need their a -ppro-val. I'll find a new dad - dy who un -der-stands what a lit-tle whore of a daugh-ter I am. I'll be his to pam-per and to pun-ish. I'll o-bey and serve his eve-ry wish. Will you be my da-dy?" I sip warm milk from a glass and consider.... 

I just received what I consider the highest praise from the girl who inspired my story. And some kudos from a couple of others. Thank you all! I posted a second chapter and hope she likes it as well.

These are products of my own perverted imagination, but I don't know if I could ever really humiliate a girl like that... It's not how I really am but I get it. I really get a thrill knowing that it turns a girl on reading what I wrote.

Hi Tabby,

I was inspired by your profile to write this sexy story:

The pretty petite blonde is led into the room. Around her graceful, slender neck, a choker made of black silk is clipped to a long silver chain.

"This is Tabby, she's yours for the evening" the woman says, handing me the end of the leash. She walks out. 

I say the name to hear it on my tongue: "Tabby..." simple, familiar, feminine and feline, it feels good in my mouth and in my ears. The girl stands in place as I walk slowly around her, in my glance I  appraise and admire this precious gift I am given:

Long silky blonde hair, big pretty eyes, soft full lips hiding a warm but devilish smile.

 "satisfactory." I judge aloud. "Tabby, I'm honored and gratified to have you here, to handle, to explore, to make use of. You will be subjected to things that would make most women blush to hear described, tremble to see, and break to experience. You are either very lucky or very very unfortunate." I take the leash in both hands, like I do with my dogs. The loop in my left hand and a length of chain in my right. I jerk lightly on the collar to start her walking. Like an animal in a show I lead the pretty girl around the room past the view of the men seated around its perimiter. The tight fabric of her dress emphasises the feminine curves of her body.  The click of  high heels is the only sound as the men, dumbstruck by her beauty and raw sensuality take in the lovely vision before them. "You move well Tabby, like a sleek little lynx."

"Thank you sir..." the girl replys without thinking. There is an audible gasp from the crowd. I stop and give a yank on the chain. "I did not give permission to speak, there is a fault in your training that will be neccessary to correct. Take off your panties. The girl's alibastar cheeks take on a rosey tint. The long lashed eyes return to their accustomed place on the floor. The hem of the girl's dress has only a short way to go as the perfectly manicured fingers wiggle it up past the silky purple undies. Appreciating grunts from the audience greet the sight of her silk covered mound. "Slide them off now you naughty girl!" Sheepishly, she obeys my command. The elastic only holds a short distance along her fit and slender thighs and the undies fall silently to her ankles. A round of gasps from the men when they see that her pubic area is entirely smooth. A man jumps up from the group.

"Be gentle with her sir, I know Tabby, she looks grown-up but she's just a little girl inside."

 The trembling of her lower lip seems to confirm this assessment. "You may cover yourself with your dress... What ever you may be inside, you have made the mistake of coming to me dressed as a woman and you will be used as such. However, your punishment for speaking out of turn will be a child's punishment. You shall be spanked in front of these men across my knee, just as if you were a little girl who misbehaved." With that I sit on a chair and pat the place on my thigh where I want her to lay down. Arms at her side, she kneels down and stretches her long frame over my lap. Her face reddens as the little dress rides up, exposing her shaved pussy to the view of the many eyes in the room. The man who protested quickly takes a seat where he can easily see the most intimate parts of the young girls body exposed... I pause for several long savoring this moment of domination and control. I can feel my cock harden under the weight of the girl's body. My left hand goes, almost re-assuringly to her shoulder as my right deliberately slides the clingy fabric the rest of the way past her plump round cheeks exposing the length of her crack. The girl's breathing quickens as it sinks in to her psyche that she is powerless, exposed and at the mercy of a man who she only just met. Her long silky blonde hair, carefully styled, now hangs over her face and onto the floor. I reach down and gently smooth the part covering her left cheek and tuck it over her right ear. "I want these men to be able to see your pretty face as you receive your punishment."  Her face, reddened from her embarassment and the awkward position of her head is now clearly visible to those men who are not looking directly into her pussy and asshole. I take a moment to stroke the flesh of her tight smooth ass. I get a good long last look at its whiteness, for I know that when next I see it it will be bright red. A slap rings out in the banquet hall. "Now little girl, are you sorry for talking without permission?" I pull a handful of the soft hair and the face looks at mine. "Speak now!"

"Yes sir." the voice says meekly.

"Good," I reply, "Now that that's taken care of, we can get on to your punishment for being a dirty minded little slut! You," I point to one of the audience. "keep count." Now the blows resound and reverberate throught the hall and the men gasp at the savageness of the beating the sweet tender ass is subjected to. With each impact, the silver highheels skid out from under Tabby's center of gravity and she struggles to get them back on the floor. Muffled yelps devolve into audible cries and sobbs. The pretty eyes redden, tears roll up the inverted face and black mascara runs into the hairline. The soft white flesh reddens and swells. "How many is that?"

"12 sir." the voice says

"Do you want me to stop now Tabby?" another yank on the hair. "Speak"

"Yes sir, it hurts so bad. I want it to stop very much but I don't want it to end until my punishment is complete."

"Good answer little Tabby." my voice is calm and soothing. "Lotion!" I call out. A man in a three piece suit (they're all wearing suits) hands me a plastic bottle. The cool thick liquid spills out on the girl's sore red ass. It soothes the throbbing sting and she moans in relief. "Is that better? Speak!"

"Yes sir, that feels wonderful." I massage the tender red cheeks with the creamy cool lotion. I motion silently to two men in the group. "Spread her cheeks." They do as they're told and the well scrubbed anus is exposed to the cool airconditioned air in the hall, and the hungry gaze of ten horny men. I slip a lotion lubed finger in and begin to massage her inner passage. "You like that don't you, you perverted little bitch!?" I start rubbing faster until I'm furiously finger fucking her tight ass. "My God you're disgusting! Look at you! Letting your ass be finger raped by me in front of all these respectable gentlemen! You're like a cheap cheap whore ...or a fuck pig in heat! Keep your face to the floor!" Un able to keep her feet from slipping on the floor, Tabby kicks them up in the air and crosses her ankles. Her thighs press together to keep maximum pressure on her clit. She's embarrassed and humiliated but the attention her asshole is getting is bringing her close to orgasm despite herself. I sense this and turn my hand so that I'm massaging her G-spot through the walls of her rectum and vagina. Cameras begin clicking as she starts to pant and grunt with her building orgasm. When it hits I reach around to grab and support her ankles, maintaining the critical pressure, and press firmly to deepen and prolong her extacy. I feel her body go limp and I suddenly stand.

Tabby is spilled panting and sweating on the floor into a puddle of lotion and her own juices. Her dress is pulled down from the top and up from the bottom so that she looks like a drunken whore on her back in a room filled with men. They can see her red swollen asscheeks, her dripping shaved pussy, her white full breasts. She is exposed, vulnerable and helpless. Her red face is covered with tears and her carefully applied make-up is smeared all over her pretty face like a grotesque mask.

"Now on to phase two!" I call out. On cue, two of the men in the group stand, their erections visible as huge bulges in their trousers. The quickly go to one corner of the room and wheel in a table of a shape that is unfamiliar. Tabby's mind reels at the possible uses of the items contained in a shelf under its white plastic surface...

Please write back if you want to read any more! : )