Message-ID: <2014eli$9707101452@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: phuleslv@hotmail.com (Kate) Subject: Katy's Surrender - part 7 (blackmail, bondage, humiliation) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <33c41162.27805067@news.sover.net> Katy Surrenders - Part 7 "I want you to beg me for it, Katy," Josh repeated. Katy knelt in the hay of the stall, naked, collared, leashed. Josh had disconnected her wrist cuffs and removed her ankle cuffs, freeing her limbs. Her backside was marked with two painful welts from the leather belt. Her nipples were sore from his pinching them. Her arms still ached from being tied to the beam. She was dusty and sweaty. In spite of all that, or perhaps because of it, she was aroused. She had been teased and humiliated all day. She had been fondled by the truckers on the highway, groped by the kid at the swimming hole, and then tied up and tortured by Josh. She was wet with arousal. Her body screamed for release. She wanted this boy. She wanted sex. Begging for it would not be difficult. "Master, I want you to have sex with me. Please, master." "Oh come on, Katy. You can talk dirty with your master. Let's hear it better." "Master, I beg you to fuck me. Please fuck me. Please, master." Katy watched his face for a positive reaction. This was very embarrassing. She was not accustomed to talking like this. And he seemed to want more. Her imagination was limited in this regard. How else could she phrase it? Boys were such nasty little creatures. "Master, I'm begging you. Please fuck me. Please put your beautiful hard cock into me. I beg you to come inside me. Please, master. Fuck me." Katy was running out of ideas. Still Josh only sat there watching her. Maybe he's really too shy about it, thought Katy. A more physical form of begging might be what he wants, she decided. Slowly and gracefully, without asking his permission, she rose to her feet. Josh still stood at the opening to the stall, watching her. He did not object to her getting up. He seemed paralyzed. Very shy and very horny, Katy suspected. But she would break him out of his trance, she smiled to herself. She knew her skill with men. And she needed to make him happy, she reasoned. If she did not, he would end up being very disappointed and frustrated - which would make him very mean and angry - which would mean the whip and the beam or worse for his little slave girl. Yep, better be nice to master. Very, very nice. Katy stood naked before him. She posed. She raised her arms way above her head as though stretching after a long sleep. Josh watched. He saw how Katy's breasts rose and fell with the movement of her arms. He saw the gentle curve of her waist, widening to her full, round hips. So feminine, so enticing. He saw, as she spread her legs with her posing, the delicious brown lips of her pussy. He longed to touch that place. To kiss it. To put his penis there and push it in. His penis swelled within his jean shorts, becoming very uncomfortable. He wanted to take off his pants, to touch his penis, but even now he was shy. Would she laugh at him? Even if she didn't would she think he was too small? He tried to convince himself that it didn't matter. She's just a slave. It doesn't matter what she thinks. Still... He watched her move. She swayed and stretched. She caressed herself. He watched, entranced. His slave was a goddess. Not just a babe: a goddess. His penis hurt. He had never been this hard before. She stepped toward him. She was right in front of him now, only inches away. She was beautiful, naked, collared, his property. Still he did not touch her. He wanted to savor this moment, this first time with his slave. He looked down at her body, at the warm curves of her breasts. Could he feel their warmth? His gaze moved to the gentle swelling of her hips, then to the soft, trimmed patch of hair below her belly. He wanted her badly. He wanted to ravish her. He would. Like a marble statue he stood, and watched her. He watched her slender tan arms encircle his waist, embracing him, lightly pressing her body against his. Of their own accord his own arms mimicked hers, wrapping themselves around her narrow waist. His hands rested on her buttocks and touched her skin. How could her skin be so soft? The bulge in his shorts screamed to his brain, shrieked for freedom, but Josh's brain was now vanilla pudding. He was mesmerized by this vision in his arms. Her face moved slowly toward his. A kiss, he thought. That's okay. Time for a kiss. Her lips, her cheek, caressed his, then touched his ear. John's face was veiled by her silky hair. The perfume, her perfume, was there, making him dizzy. A tickle in his ear now. She's whispering to me. What is she saying? Katy purred into his ear, barely loud enough to hear. "Fuck me master. Pleeeease, fuck me." Then a kiss on his ear lobe. Then again. "Fuck me master. Pleeeease, fuck me. I beg you." Another kiss. Josh's paralysis ended. "Oh God," Josh breathed, as he squeezed her tightly against his chest, burying his mouth into her neck, kissing her, licking her, as his hands pawed up and down her back. "Oooofff", said Katy, as he forced the air out of her in his passionate groping. Well, she had started him up, she thought. Now for the ride. An instant later Katy found herself flat on her back on the filthy, stinky mattress, with Josh on top of her. Another, louder, "ooofff" came out of Katy. Josh had impatiently, and a little painfully, skipped the part where the couple is supposed to ease themselves gently onto the bed. Katy recovered and began to kiss him gently even as his hands and lips ravished her cruelly. His hands were all over her, and not at all gently. Her breasts were squeezed and kneaded, pinched, pawed, even bitten. This hurts, Katy thought. Must somehow teach him to be gentle, just as his fingers found her pussy, now soaked in her sexual secretions. "OWWooooooo", she cried, as his fingers pushed roughly into her, then squeezed. But even as the pain of this intrusion subsided, his fingers pressed and tickled those wonderful places inside of her, her secret places, and she responded to that touch, arching her hips happily. But then, before she could explore this sensation, his fingers were out of her. Now these same fingers were in her face, at her lips. "Lick them," he barked. Katy obeyed. Disgusting taste. Slimy. She had never done this before. Would never have done this. So humiliating, degrading. "Close your eyes," he told her. "Close them tight. Don't you dare open them." Why, Katy wondered, but she obeyed. He was fully in control again. As her eyes closed, she felt him get off of her, but could feel him somewhere on the mattress above her. Is he looking at her body? No, it sounds like he's taking off his shorts. Yes. He's too shy to let his own slave see him naked. Jeez, is he THAT small, she wondered. His movements stopped. His shorts were off. She felt his hand on her inner thighs. He pushed her legs apart, wide. She lay still, waiting, ultimately exposed. Seconds passed. He's just looking at me now, she guessed, looking at my pussy all open and wet. Then he was on her again. She felt his bare chest against her own and, in the next instant, felt his warm, hard penis slip easily inside of her. Way inside. Not small. Not at all small. Nice. He feels very nice. Katy wanted to open her eyes. She wanted to see his body but she knew better. She lifted her hips away from the mattress to take more of him, to squeeze him, but he met her with a hard push. Then she felt it. Damn, he's already coming. She felt his ejaculate spurting inside of her, felt his animal thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. But I'm not even close to ready yet, she cursed to herself. She knew she would not have her orgasm but at least she should try to make his good for him. He seemed to be full of sperm. She could feel it already trickling out of her pussy under his penis as he continued to pulse the last drops into her. He slumped onto her. Another oooofff. His full weight was on her now. Please don't let him sleep. Katy hated that. His breathing was still heavy but quieting fast. His penis was erect inside of her but it too was quieting fast, getting softer and thinner. Katy tried to press her clitoris against the flaccid flesh but it was no use. It was shrinking, sliding out of her. Katy sighed. He's a boy after all. Katy guessed he had been inside of her for all of three seconds when he started his orgasm. A personal record? Could she put that in her resume? "Can bring young boys to orgasm in under three seconds while typing over 60 words per minute." His breathing is normal now. Seconds pass. He's not sleeping is he? She dared not open her eyes to check. He seems awfully relaxed. His breathing is so sleepy sounding. Damn. Just have to wait, maybe. Otherwise, what? Slip out from under him so I can walk around the barn with my eyes closed? Rather not. How about hopping in the car and going home so Josh can have his little nappy time. Bad idea. So he can walk all the way home thinking about which whips he will use on his slave and for how long? Don't think so. Katy felt the tip of his penis slip out of her pussy, followed by a trickle of his semen. He's getting heavy. And sweaty. Maybe he could be woken up somehow, somehow nice. She stretched her neck to nibble on an ear lobe. Mmmm. He smells pretty good. No cologne, natural, not stinky. She wanted to have an orgasm, too, but there was no way from him it seemed. He stirred. He pushed away from her. "Keep your eyes closed, cunt." "Yes, master." "Did you open your eyes, before?" "No, master, of course not." "Good. Keep them closed real tight and sit up. No. Kneel on the mattress." Katy obeyed. The chain leash slipped between her breasts and coiled on the mattress between her thighs. She squeezed her eyes closed. Katy involuntarily jerked her head away when she felt the warm, sticky thing at her lips, but then immediately recognized what it was and what was expected of her, even before she heard him speak it. "Suck it clean, bitch." Katy had never done this before. Oral sex had always been a tabu with her. Disgusting and unnatural was what she had always told any boy who dared to request it. They dropped the idea then, rather than press the issue. Katy was just too pretty and sexy to walk away from just for that. After all, she was great at vaginal intercourse. So she had never had to deal with this before. Those days were over, she guessed. Her experience with the truckers this morning was the first time she had ever had semen even near her mouth and she hadn't had to taste it then, thank goodness. "Hurry up, stupid." Katy reluctantly opened her lips to take his penis. He's calling me names now, she noted. Typical guy. He's had his orgasm. I'm baggage now. I'm no longer Katy or even slave. Now it's cunt and stupid and bitch. Her tongue reached out to seek him and felt the tip, tasted the salty, bitter, funky semen there. She licked him, as though he were ice cream. Yuck. What a nasty, strange taste, she thought, but it could be worse. She knew other girls who did this and they seemed to like it. She'd probably have to get used to it. "Faster, slut." How sweet, Katy thought, a new insult each time. A slave should be honored. Her sarcastic streak was starting to stir. Better be careful, she thought. Mr. I-can-cum-in-one-thrust has a sensitive streak that could turn to a mean streak. She licked faster, then took his limp penis into her mouth, sucking it in with a comically loud slurp. Oops. Now the tip of it was in her mouth. She licked and sucked it clean of the mixture of his semen and her own secretions. She thought she could taste the difference. It felt and tasted different at the tip: his cum. The stuff along the shaft was had another taste and was not as thick: her own juices again. This was a very intimate experience and not as disgusting as she had first imagined. Katy felt his penis swelling, getting thicker, longer, filling her mouth. She marveled at how quickly he was recovering his erection. She felt that he would surely have another orgasm and supposed that he would make her take it orally. Before he was fully erect, though, Josh pulled out of her mouth. Katy was relieved at this as she was not sure that she would be able to do it without gagging, or worse. For an instant, Katy was strongly tempted to open her eyes. She wanted to see the thing that had been in her vagina and in her mouth, but she resisted the urge. He had not yet told her she could open her eyes. "Keep your eyes closed, slave." Josh told her. Katy could hear in his voice nothing of his previous shyness. The vulnerable boy had disappeared and her master, virgin no more, had returned. "Yes, master." Kneeling on the mattress at his feet again, Katy could feel his semen oozing from her vagina, trickling its way down her inner thigh. It tickled. "Okay, you can open your eyes." Josh had pulled his shorts back on. Katy wondered if she would never see him naked. She could not help but be curious about his body, under those baggy clothes. She guessed it was good but she wanted to see it. "Did you cum?" Josh's question seemed to spring from simple curiosity, not from a phony concern for her pleasure, as some of her lovers asked it. She could lie and make him feel macho, she thought, but she knew no reason to do that. If she was his property then he must have the truth about her body, she reasoned. "No, master." "Do you want to?" Oops. She had not expected that, but the simple truth would be the easiest answer. "Yes, master." "Does it matter if you have an orgasm?" "No, master." "Why not? Don't you want an orgasm?" "Yes, master. But I'm just a slave. My orgasm is not important." Katy was answering by instinct now. She was learning or guessing the drill. "What is important, then, Katy?" "It's important that you have an orgasm, master." "Whose job is it to make sure I have my orgasm?" "That is my job, master." "Good, slave. Repeat it." "Master, it is my job to make sure you have an orgasm." "What kind of orgasm?" Katy didn't understand what he meant by this. How many kinds of orgasms were there? Her mind frantically raced through the possible solutions to this riddle, coming up with ever kinkier answers. Josh sensed her confusion. "Is it your job to give me great orgasms, Katy? Or just okay orgasms?" "Oh! Master, it is my job to give you the most wonderful, satisfying orgasms." "Then you failed, slave. That orgasm sucked. I could have done better with my hand." Of course, thought Josh, he definitely would not have traded her warm, wet vagina for his trusty old hand. Katy was amazed. No one had ever told her such a thing. She felt her feminine skills had been insulted. This was very confusing. "Perhaps, master, you were too eager on this first time with me. Maybe if you fuck me again it will be a wonderful orgasm." Good comeback, Katy thought to herself. Hmm, was that a pun? "Oh, yeah. You'd like that wouldn't you, slave? That way you'd get your orgasm too, huh?" Katy was starting to enjoy this repartee. He's sharp. Funny. We're having fun with each other, she thought, like real lovers. This master and slave thing is getting really weird. "Well, I will fuck you again and in a little while. But first you will get your orgasm." "Master?" "Listen to me, slave. Walk out to the front of the barn and turn left. There's a path that leads out to the top of the hill. That's the hill that overlooks the road. I'll be right behind you. Stand at the top of the hill and give yourself an orgasm with your fingers. If any cars go by, and there probably will be cars, you will wave to them with your other hand, but you won't stop fingering yourself. You'll continue that way until you cum. And you'd better not fake it. I can tell." Katy was amazed at this kid's capacity to think up humiliating experiences for her. How far would this go? She thought back to the drive up to the barn. The top of the hill was only about a hundred feet from the traffic. Anyone on the road would have an unobstructed, sun-drenched view of her masturbating. Katy felt dizzy. She tried for a shred of pity from him. "Master, may I wear clothes?" She asked him hesitantly, hopefully. "No. Just your collar and leash. And let's hurry up and get your stupid orgasm over with. I'm getting hungry." Josh pulled her to her feet with the leash. "Yes, master. I'm sorry for keeping you from your lunch." With that she walked behind him toward the door. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /