Twas the night before the rest of their lives...Their eyes met.. her eyes went wide and then she quickly dropped them...only to glance at him again...He felt her eyes...as they wandered over his body...from the black boots...to the leather jeans...over the leather vest...up to his face...where their eyes again met.... He walked slowly over to her where she stood leaning, a little nonchalant, against the bar, and looked down at her face. She met his eyes, then lowered them submissively again. "Hello, you little bitch", he said, and placed his hand firmly on her shoulder. She trembled, hesitated, but then decided and answered with a soft and low, "Hi". "So you're standing here, exposing yourself, you slut. You should be ashamed of yourself ", he growled in a low dark voice. "You're to be whipped for acting like this, you little tramp." He saw how each word hit her like a lash from a crop, he heard how she softly moaned with barely hidden arousal, how she enjoyed being called a whore by a complete stranger, how it aroused her but also scared her ... A stranger who comes right over and calls her a whore and a slut, how dare he? The thoughts caused turmoil in her head, she felt fear, but at the same time, more horny than ever. How could a leather-clad stranger guess her most secret and well hidden fantasies, dreams she never had told anyone before?...to be used as a whore, to be punished with rope and whips...to be an obeying slavegirl...to be humiliated...and used without either being able...or having the willingness...to protest. She felt his burning gaze...demanding an answer...and she knew she had to, she had to take a step into the unknown.... it was now or never.... "Yes Master, I should maybe need to be whipped, that's what I deserve." Her voice shivered with a mix of horniness and fear, she kept her eyes on the floor, unable to meet his. She had done it! She dared to do it! Help..! He was not really surprised by her answer, but he had counted on another of those sarcastic remarks...as he had heard so many times before ... He had been dreaming for this to happen, that some bitch would admit she needed to be dominated, but until now all he'd gotten was No...or even a slap across his face, every single time until now. He swallowed and looked at her again. She wasn't fooling around, was she...did she really mean it ? Well",he thought, "Why should I care, maybe I'll just rape her here and now as she admitted she was a slut" But he was after all, a gentleman and had been fooled many times...so he decided to give her another chance to pull herself out of this. "Would you like something to drink, you bitch?", he said in a low voice, as he let his hand wander down her shoulder to one of her breasts...there the fingers caressed her hard nipple. She moaned quietly and pulled her head a little back so that her breasts pushed out even more. He felt the arousal grow within him as she answered his invitation so shamelessly. She definitely needed a lesson. He took both her nipples in his hands twisted them hard...rough. He repeated the question: "Do you want anything to drink, slut ?" Her eyes met his and he let her nipples go. Her eyes were misty with arousal, but of the submissive slut, there was not a single trace left. She stretched her back and looked at him with her head held high, she nonchalantly and slowly lit a cigarette. Slowly blew out the smoke. Her eyes didn't leave his for a second. Suddenly she smiled, a huge glittering smile, the arousal and misty eyes transformed into intelligence, warmth and a certain slyness more like that associated with a fox. "No Master", she answered...and tilted her head a little and smiled laughingly. "Should I continue this evening in your company, I'd better stay with my senses on full alert, don't you think?" For a moment He didn't know what to answer. The little challenging slutty whore was fast, intelligent, and furthermore, she was enjoying herself a bit too much. How dared she? He raised one eyebrow, looked at her with questioning and somewhat sarcastic eyes. "Is that so? He said. You're really the bratty spoiled kind of a slut, challenging, ill-bred and horny too..." His gaze pierced deeply inside her. "I am going to teach you how to behave, you slut, when I am finished with you, you will be an obedient slavegirl, one who licks my boots with pure pleasure and thankfulness because I felt pity enough to punish you." She took a deep drag of her cigarette and then put it out in the ashtray. Her eyes suddenly became serious. "I am a horny bitch, but I know what I am about to get into." Her voice was hoarse with arousal, but the fear was gone. "I wish nothing more than to be trained by you, Master." She lowered her eyes and waited for his reply. "She is really tough, the little slut", He thought, "But she will prove what a little horny cunt she is. She will beg to be whipped, and she will do it here and now, in front of everybody." He laughed a short, superior laugh at the thought of humiliating her in a bar filled with people. "Your cunt is surely dripping with juice right now, you slutty piece of whore", he said in a tone that had a hardness to it. "But if you want to feel the taste and the bite of my whip on your worthless flesh, you'll have to beg for it...and you shall beg real nice and pretty, like the little horny piss-drinking slut you are." With joy, he noticed that the fear was back in her eyes. "You can't be serious, not in here", she said, shocked. He pulled her close to him in a way that demanded that she take his words seriously. His nails buried themselves into the soft flesh of her ass. He pressed her roughly up against the bar and bit her hard on her neck. "End of playtime, no more games. I don't have patience for sassy whores like you. Choose and do it quick! Either you do as you're told, bitch, or go and chase some goof who will maybe fuck you from behind if you're lucky." The last he hissed in a contemptuous voice. He put his hand around her chin, lifted her head up so he could see her eyes.... "I am waiting", he said demandingly. He saw fear in her eyes, a hesitation as to whether she should do it or not, dare she?...she was clearly ashamed at the thought of humiliating herself in public, but he saw also the arousal and how hot and horny she was. He felt her body relax, letting him take control of her will and mind, and that finally confessed to both of them the fact that she was nothing but a whore. She closed her eyes, and with her cheeks burning with shame, she slid down on her knees before him. She pressed her blood-red painted lips against his sex, she licked and sucked the leather-clad cock through his jeans as if her life depended on it. He looked around to see if anyone had paid attention to their actions. Most of the people had not, but a few girls stood with open mouths...just staring...and a group of formerly rather noisy young men were now sitting silently and just watching...following the slut's wishes to act as a nice proper slavegirl. Even though he enjoyed the power he held over her, he decided to finish the act before any of the bar staff noticed them. Without a word he grabbed her hair and pulled her up ..... hard ... pushed her to the front door. In the hall, she reached for her jacket. It was made of black leather, with a curved waist and a single button to fasten. "You don't need to put that on", he said, and she gave him a puzzled look....But maybe she had understood that it was no time for arguing, without any fight, she took the jacket under her arms and went in front of him, up the stairs. She had a very nice ass, he noticed, when he followed her. "You bitchy cunt, you will look gorgeous with long dark blood red whipmarks over your nice ass", he said in a low voice, so low so she almost didn't hear it..... Walking two steps below her, he could see she was wearing stay-ups, not pantyhose. What a lucky girl she was! If she had had pantyhose he'd have had to whip them off first, and that would have hurt. He grinned. Cheap sluts are always to be available he thought and therefore panties and pantyhose are strictly forbidden. But panties she had, he noticed, small black ones. The horny little bitch obviously didn't know that panties were forbidden, especially during spring and summer. "You just wait bitch", he thought. "I'm gonna make sure you become a well trained slavewhore faster than you can imagine." The street outside the pub was empty, even though the time was only half past midnight, and the air was still warm. She stopped. She had to wait for him, not knowing which way they were heading. Her thoughts still in turmoil...she had dared! She had submitted to his will and followed him. She had even licked his leather-clad cock in front of everybody.....had someone seen it?...what did they think about her?...and, above all, what did he think? She felt his hands on her shoulders and turned around...all the insecurity and all her questions reflected in her eyes when she lifted her head and gazed up at him. His eyes met hers, seeing her worries and fears. Suddenly he wanted to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, tell her he wasn't some kind of maniac who was going to kill her, tell her that he knew about her dreams and fantasies, her needs...pain, humiliation, and punishment, and that he wanted nothing but to give her all of it, all the things she longed for. He wanted to tell her he wasn't going to hurt her, just give her her dreams...and pleasure above everything she ever had felt before, making her more aroused than she had ever been before. But he said nothing, cause he suspected she wanted to be treated like the little slut she was acting like...and deep within herself; was. And that the fact that she didn't know anything about the further training was probably making her cunt even hotter and the juice starting to drip down her leather covered thighs. "Take off your panties and your blouse", he demanded, "Sluts like you, should be open and available, walking around with their cunts wet and wide open, so all men can push their fingers and cocks inside your holes whenever they want." "But Master, I can't undress in the middle of the street, and without my blouse, I am going to freeze...please Master?" she begged in a scared voice.... "You fuckin' slut", he growled, "Undress!! Now!!!. I will be nice, you may put your jacket on, but the panties and blouse are going.!!" She obeyed. Although he had expected something else, he wasn't too surprised. "Well...you can be a good little slavegirl if you want to, can't you, slut? he said after some minutes when she finished her undressing. "Bitch!!" Now, when she stood in front of him, he saw he had been right in his first impression of her. A real bitch. Her legs trembled slightly , but she did everything possible to put up a calm and confident face when he pierced her with his icy gaze. Black high heels, black stay-ups, short black leather skirt, black leather jacket, which she probably imagined concealed her breasts, but in fact, revealed them more. "Hands on your back, whore." She hesitated, but after a glance at his stone-like face, she obeyed, and he quickly and confidently put the steel cuffs on her. "From this very moment", he continued, "You are nothing but a whore, my whore, you do everything you are told to do, anytime, anyplace, in any way. You are worth nothing and you exist only to please me. If you refuse or are sassy, you will be punished. If you're obedient and behave yourself properly, I might reward you, or I may punish you anyway just because it pleases me to do so. Have you understood bitch?" "Yes, Master", she replied, with her head lowered, "I will do my best to be worthy. "Good slut", he replied. "Let's go!" He started to feel rather aroused by the little blonde cuntmeat by his side, and during the short walk to his apartment, they stopped several times, and he pulled and pinched her nipples, stretched her breasts out from her body, pushed his fingers up inside her cunt. Every time, she became more and more horny......... Each time they stopped, she rewarded him with small screams and sobs of arousal , when he brutally played with her breasts and cunt. He stopped outside the door to the house and looked questioningly at her where she stood beside him, shaking and shivering from horniness. "Well, slut, what do you have to say? he asked softly. She looked at him with wide misty eyes. "Thank you....she said after a second of silence and turned her eyes to the ground. The next second, he placed a hard smack on her left cheek. "You fuckin' bitch", he said in an controlled voice, "You are so ill-bred you haven't even learned how to say thanks in a proper way." "Forgive me", she said slowly, "But I don't know how to thank you, Master, in a proper way. "For your own good, I hope you are a fast trained little slut. I don't like to explain proper behavior more than one time", he responded and, without waiting for an eventual answer, commanded her down on her hands and knees. "Now pull your skirt up and stick that ass of yours high in the air, I want to enjoy the sight of your tight firm cheeks." She obeyed without any hint of refusal. He thought to himself..."hmm, this bitch is more of an exhibitionist than I thought." The thought aroused him. "Be a proper slavegirl now, and thank me by licking my boots", he demanded. The horny bitch started to clean his boots, with long wet strokes. In the meantime, he again enjoyed the feeling of having full and total control over her, and the fact that she so shamelessly showed herself to all the people passing by on the street. With a slight wiggling of his one boot, he stopped the little whore's fast and well-performing tongue and grabbed her by the hair to drag her up to her feet. "Now my slavegirl...you will learn how to obey without questioning, and to take all the pain and humiliation I will give you without refusing. If not, the only one to suffer will be you." He opened the door to the house and let her in. "To the top floor bitch, and move fast!" He followed his words with a hard smack at her leather-clad ass, and was rewarded by a low scream of mixed pain and arousal. He opened the door to the apartment, pushed her inside. "Right, forward...go ahead bitch...first door to the left" His voice was a little more wavering than he liked. "Control", he thought, "Control" Her thoughts swirled around in her mind, turmoil, fear and arousal....when she came into the room her heart nearly stopped...her breath shivered...she gasped. Her eyes wandered around the room ..noticed a table...two chairs...the only pieces of furniture in the room...but then she saw all the hooks at the walls and in the ceiling....she gasped for breath..what was this?...she hesitated for a moment..thinking to herself...do i really know what i am doing ?... But it was too late, her willing body and her submissive mind was in a condition of arousal beyond anything...there was no return...God, she had never felt like this before...it must go on...no matter what. "Down on your knees, bitch", he said when he entered the room behind her, "Remain silent and still, I shall just find some things for us. He opened a hidden closet door in one of the walls. And took out black leather cuffs for both hands and feet...a big red gag...and...hmm..."No, let's wait with the leather mask..." He attached the cuffs to her feet and hands. "Stand up bitch, hands over your head!!" Obediently, she rose and put her arms up over her head...feeling the cuffs being attached to ropes and felt how they stretched out...upwards to the roof...stretched...more and more. He locked the foot cuffs in the loops in the floor...and then she felt how he stretched her body out and up until she was standing on tiptoes to have contact with the floor. He closed up to her...looked deep into her eyes..."Now fuckmeat, I will teach you to accept all the pain I am willing to give...and as an hors d'oeuvre.." His words were followed by demanding fingers...cruelly twisting her nipples...pulling her breasts upwards...hard...without mercy. She moaned loudly from pain..."Please, Master, not so hard, please!!!" Her dimmed voice trembled from pain...but he pulled harder...until the first scream came from her mouth. A stinging slap was her reward. "Have I given you permission to scream, slavecunt?" "No Master, I am sorry, Master...it hurt so bad". Her voice faded... "If you think this hurt, my slut, just wait...but give one more scream and you will know what pain is..." Her eyes widened from fear...she had no idea what he meant but realized it would only get worse if she protested or said anything. He moved away from her...got three pieces of rope from the cupboard, and a jar of stinging Tiger Balm. He formed the ropes into a noose which his skilled hands tightened around the base of her breasts...he looped the rope around and around...pulling hard...making the breasts hard and sensitive... She fought down her moans while he finished the job. Holding her breath as he...as a final touch...smeared the throbbing breasts with the stinging Tiger Balm...she rewarded him with a low moan of lust-filled pain. His strong fingers closed around the tits, squeezed harder...and harder...until finally a loud scream of pain escaped from her lips...He stopped and took a step back from her...smirked with satisfaction...and said.. "You know what I said, whore, I don't want to listen to you anymore, you have had several chances to obey, and now it's too late" An evil grin appeared on his face... "Nooo...Master..please I didn't mea.... Her begging was cut off when he forced the big, red, ballgag into her mouth, shutting her up. "Talk now, fuckmeat, you'll be whipped, all of your body will be whipped and don't expect any mercy.... You will receive 50 lashes on each side...and I won't spare your breasts or cunt, slut, so scream all you like..." He looked deep into her eyes...read her mind and soul...aroused...terrified...begging for the whip...the pain and the humiliation until..... He went over to the closet, chose a 30-tailed heavy leather whip...pulled her skirt up and let the first lash land on her ass. He didn't care about her groans and moans. The whip drew a pattern of red, stinging, welts crisscrossing the whole of her body. He didn't stop until that body of hers was covered with burning red marks...and he was crazy with lust and passion for her. He let her down...removing...the cuffs and the gag. She sank to her knees. "Thank you, Master", she whispered, "Thank you for having the kindness to whip a slut like me." Her red tongue started to lick his boots. "Continue slut, clean my pants, and don't forget my hard cock", he hissed in arousal...trying to hold back the passion in his voice...but it trembled when he felt her slutty mouth close on his stiff manhood.....she kneeled between His legs..released His manhood....leaning forward... hungry for Him...cherishing this gift....closing her eyes..parted the moist succulent lips..her tongue met the tip of His cock first...then she slided her lips around the head it it...squeezing... tongue circling..as she worked Him with more passion...lovingly....letting Him deeply,eagerly into her warm mouth..then back up...the wet tongue wrapped around...as she swayed and wriggled her hips...the intensity of the passion between her legs rising as she felt the head of His cock at the back of her throat...suckling...harder.... her eager tongue and hands did everything to please him...she moaned with pleasure as she tasted the saltiness of his precious pre-cum in her longing mouth...she sucked him harder...deeper... It didn't take long before he felt the throbbing in his cock and with a moan he let the hot cum fill her mouth... "That's the way, slut, drink it all!!!" "Yes...Master...yeeeeees..I love your cum...please..let me drink it...let me taste You...plllleeaasseee..." His head fel backwards..His body was drained..His mind weak..He closed His eyes for a moment when He felt the seed racing from His cock into her greedy, sucking mouth...a deep content sigh left His throat as the last drop filled her mouth...Then He opened his eyes again...they burned into hers as He spoke... "Cum for Me, slut...finger yourself..show Me what a hot little bitch you are..".. she moaned at His command, gasped for breathe as she replied .. "..yes, Master..".. He watched her emotionless as she started to perform, how she let her fingers dance over her hairless mound. His eyes never left hers. she moaned...panted..she was almost lost in her own pleausre ..the thougths gone..the need to strong..to let go...her fingers probed the wet, pink, hot, creamy depths....gently pullings on the deep red inner lips ...she loved the feeling of the swollen, silky lips on either side of the eager probing, pleasing hands....her body shivered with gentle spasms as she pulled her fingers deeper into her sexy depths .... she slowly glided her wet, warm, velvety giving fingers of passion upwards...swirling them around her hot, throbbing clit...sensing the urgency to cum..her hips squirmed within the moans..her asscheeks lifted..squeesed..pressed tightly to her fingers.. deep, gutteral moans of pleasure escaped with every raspy, hot breath ...the fingers in perfect sync with her burning bodys motions ..she rocked back and forth..as the fingers moved faster..more firmly..hard..in and out of the wet burning cunt..the need was so strong... so passionatly... she wanted ...needed ...gasped for breathe ...ohhhhhhhhh... she arched her back..tensed muscles ...demanded ..release ...waves of arousal...as she pinched her clit..pulled hard on it.. and then she suddenly became aware of His eyes, the fact He was watching her, watching her every move, her arousal, her submission. She locked her eyes on His and then she was hit by the first wave of her orgasm.... she parted her legs, spreaded her thighs further..spreaded them wide....the juices from her cunt flooded freely over her thighs..it gleemed..glistened..the smell of hot ragged girlcummmmmmmmmmmm..lingered in the air...her moans lustfilled, soft...aroused, longingly....she wanted so much being His pet..being His fucktoy..His slut... she streched her back upwards..backwards..out..squirmed more....tightened her asscheeks firmly ..lifted...answering her own fingers fucking...the orgasm overwhelmed her...it was so powerful..she lost her breath as the waves lifted her even higher..the fingers still deep inside her..her body sweating and then she screamed out her orgasm..without control..lost in the power of it....she flew... When the orgasms had left her body..she felt exhausted...she sank down at her Master's feet...she tried to lift her head...to look at him...to speak to him...but her body didn't listen to her anymore...it didn't reply to her commands... it refused to cooperate. He saw her struggling and knew how she felt. He agreed.. yes this had been a powerful experience He rose and carried her into the bathroom. On the way he caught the time on the clock in the bedroom...half past six...no wonder they were tired...He felt like he wanted to crawl to bed..but at the moment the bed had to wait. She was exhausted. The whole evening and night had been filled with dreams and fantasies coming to life. As in a dream, she felt how she was carried in to the bathroom, how he showered and washed her...to be continued by his soft and magic hands drying her body...she felt how he once again lifted her up and carried her to the bed. "Are you able to sit up?" he asked. She nodded as an answer. Her tongue and mouth still refused to reply. "Do you want a glass of water?" he continued... She nodded her head another time. He rose and disappeared into the darkness of the apartment. After a minute, he was back with a glass of water. He held it to her lips and she drank it as if she never had seen water before. "Thank you, Master", she said and tried to lie down, but his strong arms around her restrained her. "Can you try to sit up a little longer?....I shall comb your hair..." She wanted to cry in thankfulness and love when she felt how he softly and patiently tried to comb her wet and messy hair. Never before had a man brushed her hair so soft and gentle, she felt his hands...before so demanding and cruel...now sensitive and soft, caressing her with the hairbrush until all of her waist-long hair floated around her as soft silk... "Sleep now", he said. She sank down on the pillow and moved immediately into a dreamless, deep, contented sleep. He looked at her in the pale light from the streetlight outside the window... undressed himself and moved down beside her. She awakened from a coarse tickling at her nose. She opened her eyes and at first she didn't remember where she was. But then the memories tumbled over her, the bar, the pub, the stranger, the arousal, the humiliating treatment that she had been begging for. She blushed all over but forced herself to look into his eyes. He smiled !!!! "Good morning bitch", he said. "Hi", she replied. I don't even know your name, you little slut", he continued with a slight grin. "Well..the same..", she responded quickly. Now the grin turned into a huge sly one..."Oh, well...aren't we sassy this early in the morning? Don't you remember what happens with small, horny bitches who don't know how to answer their Masters in the correct way? "No", she said ,with an impishly sweet smile... "You insatiable little whore", he said and kissed the tip of her nose. "What do you want for breakfast? he continued with a questioning smile. She didn't reply, she just smiled with pure joy...................................... |