Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.spanking Subject: Sandi's Deal Pt.1, by MrSpraycan Disclaimer: Adults only, whatever that means wherever you are lucky enough to be reading this. If you don't like femdom, this isn't for you. This item is of fictional nature. All persons and places in it are imaginary and no resemblance to real or historic characters is intended. No illicit behavior is endorsed or condoned. Art and/or Entertainment is the idea. *Copyright* is claimed, subject to the amendments below (c)1995 and 1997 by Baton Rouge ThoughtScapes, and for the author, Mr.Spraycan, who chooses to be 'anon'. For entertainment purposes only. No commercial use is warranted without permission. Do not repost. Store only with this notice intact. This is MrSpraycan Story No. 45. Note: This recently discovered file began life as writing practice. I was inspired to try a sequel/departure to the excellent story "Classifieds," by "Alan" . He's a onetime frequent filer, who you don't see around so much anymore. That story appeared in 1995, and that's when this was written. I had thought it might be developed a little further into a "multidomme" story. So I borrowed the principal female characters, and the set-up situation. Permission was granted retroactively, and he okayed using this scenario. Our styles differ -- mine is very dialog-driven -- so this will not segue with smooth perfection with the original story. About 90% of this is original, in the sense that *anything* is in this erotica field. With that attribution of origins, this is (c) 1995 and 1997 Baton Rouge ThoughtScapes and its principal writer, MrSpraycan, who chooses to remain 'anon.' SANDI'S DEAL, Pt.1 I'd been interviewing possible replacements for my mistress Sandi, who'd moved away six months before, and now lived on the West Coast. It was getting urgent. I missed her, but I needed to find a way to satisfy myself. But now I wonder: Or had they been interviewing me? More the latter, really. As you'd expect with a submissive guy like me. I'd checked into a decent hotel, our local Marriott Courtyard. And I'd let them visit, in turn. Inevitably, because of my sexual outlook, it had turned into more than just a polite chat in each case. You know how it is, I'm sure. I'd ended up showing myself naked to each of them to convince them that I was worthy. I'd been brutally whipped, hard enough to mark me for days. I'd been on my knees licking shoes, boots, sweaty feet and pussy. I'd been pissed on. I'd been made to jerk off, and eaten my own semen. And I'd enjoyed every filthy minute. They were so diverse, yet so perfect, each one. Yet, I still didn't know which one I wanted to serve full time. I guess there really had never been any doubt about what I'd end up doing. I looked through my Daytimer, then picked up the phone and dialled Sandi's new number. She answered on the second ring, and was evidently pleased to hear from me. "Hey, just thinking about you. It's been a few weeks now. What took you so long, slave? Let me guess. Need some advice?" I explained what I'd been trying to set up, and how I'd gone about it, hearing a conditional approval in her voice. "Like it. What did your ad say?" "Let's see . . . . 'SWM, 45, former exec, writer, has large midtown house, country retreat, to share with Dominant Female. Your own apt. No charge. Privacy. Must want to own/train a slave. Box 208.' I kept it simple . . ." "Good, and you got, uh, how many?" "A half dozen, but only a few to be taken seriously." I quickly ran through the list of the three women I'd found in the classifieds. And she commented, "that was a lucky find," when I described the surprise addition of Diana. "Okay, so run through them more carefully, huh? Tell me what they were like," she said. I could hear her light a cigarette, pour a drink. "Well, Linda was the first. She's just an inexperienced college kid, in her early twenties. Very young-looking, and fit. But she is wonderfully rough. Uh, she threatened to humiliate me in front of her friends -- they'd all be about her age, and just as cute, no doubt. That's a very exciting idea." "Oh, I bet, you like the nymphet types, I know," Sandi laughed. "And legal is better. Think of the trouble your ex-wife caused over the babysitter . . ." "Yes. I'm careful now. I imagine they'd be giggly and coy at first. Which would be an incredibly arousing experience. But Linda's the older-sister type who will take charge, and set an example. I'm sure with her that my role as entertainer would go beyond jerking off and similar exhibitionism. I'll ending up paying for the thrill of showing them my body. She'll see to it that they take up whips and make me suffer, too." "So, that sounds quite good. Not quite your type, from past form. But promising. So, what's the next?" "Uh, a woman called Mistress Jane? A sort of bored housewife type, in her thirties. I think she works in a library. Doing a business studies course. She told me she's never done anything like this before. You'd never know!" "What is she like, physically?" "Small, dark haired. Submitting to a small, supremely confident woman is deeply exciting, to a big guy like me. You know that . . ." Sandi laughed. The description fit her too. "Jane, I think, is the type who would happily go to the kinds of physical extremes that I love in theory, but that scare me in practice." "Ah! Right." "You know all this. I want a woman to be hard on me. But Jane was very cruel to me, almost reckless. Once she gets started, she'll be hard to stop. How brave am I? With Jane, I worry there's the risk of real pain, of surprise visits to the emergency room, the frowns of disapproving doctors, of scars." "I love it," Sandi chuckled. "You know, as you get older, dear, you may need someone as nasty as that to get you off. And you shouldn't worry about scars. They're badges of honor, for a submissive, aren't they? Don't rule her out, okay? And the third one?" "Heather? She's oh, thirty five, blonde, a bit heavier than the others. Rather quiet, in a dark brooding way. She knows how a submissive's mind works." "Oh? more than the others?" "Yes. She, well, I can tell you I suppose . . . she forced me to lick her ass." Sandi gave a hoot of laughter. "Great! Oh, I wish I'd seen that! So, did you think I'd be offended, or something? No, you need to do that . . ." I confessed: "it was especially humiliating, because I thought you'd be mad at me, yes. I couldn't resist. You know that. It's something I've longed for. There have been other women I've wanted to lick. But somehow, apart from you, it's been too much for me to ask. I'm always too ashamed to suggest it." "Well, it's a sure sign of slavery, that's for sure. There's no going back after you've stuck your tongue up a woman's ass. She never looks at you the same way again . . ." Sandi said, giggling a little. "It's the act of total, shameful submission. It defined our relationship, forever, didn't it?" "Yes, my lady. And that's not all. She pried a secret out of me. That you had promised to completely dominate me." Sandi snorted. "You mean, she made you confess that you'd consented to me breaking you?" "Yes, my lady." "Oh, that's very interesting, isn't it? So, is she as mean as me, would you say?" "I can't tell. She may be." I could hear the tremor in my voice. "She's the type who could be merciless. The others might, too. But she's the one who made me confess the idea, and she leaped right on it. Said that two days of punishment wasn't enough . . ." "Oh?" Sandi asked. She's always thought she could make me submit completely in that time. "Yes. She said that I needed longer, and to start planning for it. She says a breaking-in session is 'most certainly in my immediate future.' " "Tell me more. I really like the sound of her." "Well, I guess I did too. She really had me mesmerized. I was literally shaking as she described her intentions for me, if she moved in." "Such as?" "She said, uh, your only fault was being a little too tenderhearted . . . that two days is way too kind. She said: 'When I break you, slave, you'll know you've been dominated . . .' Meaning, I'll get some bigtime torture." "Come on, like what?" "Like, oh, about . . . ten solid days and nights in straps and chains, totally restrained and helpless, gagged . . . under the whip the whole time . . . " "Ah, she's got it, alright!" " . . .and that I needed to be thrashed until I'm black and blue . . . bruised and striped all over, and really bloody . . . " "Mmmm." "She said, uh, 'some skin's got to come off' . . . So I get some scars to remember it by . . ." There was a pause. I could hear Sandi breathing deeply. "Mmmm. I love that. It sounds so good. She's right, you know. You need to be given no choice. Just tortured. Dont't you?" "Yes, my lady." "And did I hear you say there was another? One who didn't reply to the ad? What's the deal there?" "Yes, Diane's her name. A wild card, really. She's a room cleaner at the hotel, who'd been observing them come and go." "I like it! What's she like?" "Hispanic, young, poor, very curvaceous. She's well educated, though. Speaks good English, gets what it's all about." "Even your weird habits?" "Yes. She has a really deep knowledge of Female Domination, because her mother is a sort of retired hooker, used to run a dominatrix business." "Oh, excellent . . ." "But she wasn't merely playing with me, my lady. She had genuinely perverse desires of her own. And . . ." "And what?" "Well, she had something else going for her. You know me and smells . . . " "Oh, do I . . ." "Well, Diane has a real powerful scent and taste. I'm talking about her pussy. There's something extra exciting about the sloppier hygiene of working class women, no doubt about it. Not that any of these four could have won a clean panties contest . . ." "Now, now . . . don't be judgmental. They don't have to keep their undies clean, if it's in a good cause . . . " She asked a few more questions. She giggled as I outlined some of what had happened, not censoring anything. After I told her about my inability to make a decision she laughed outright, genuinely amused at my predicament. "Well, that's all to do with why you're a sub, isn't it? You can't decide on anything. All these hot bitches turned you on at the time . . . Right? And you squirted off for each one. Very energetic, that! So what do you think you want to do?" she asked. "I don't know," I told her miserably. "They're all great. Each is perfect in her own way, but . . . . I can't decide." "You'll have to, though, or you'll end up with none," she told me. "That's the way dominant women are . . . . they know they can easily find another slave, soon enough. They won't let you fuck around with their lives . . ." A long pause. "Aaaah! So, are you asking me to decide for you? Is that it?" "Maybe . . . I mean, yes . . ." "Well, I could just pick one from your description . . . Or do you want me to do some further work . . . . interview them by phone . . . . ?" "Well, if you think it would help you decide . . ." "It might . . . there are things I need to know. Some major omissions. Hasn't it occurred to you? If what you say is right, not one of them discussed her attitude to penetrating your asshole . . . so, there's one idea I'm certainly going to put in their minds. You need that, no doubt about it . . . and I'll tell them so. And see what they have to say about it . . . Not to mention the old familiar topic of where and how you should be branded, and the various parts of your body that need to be pierced. Remember? You promised you'd let me do that, or have it done, if I really wanted to. I chickened out, didn't I? Well, maybe I'll transfer that right to someone nastier than me. Let's stop playing word games and get it done, shall we? I'm sure at least one of them will be happy to burn and cut you, huh?" I groaned. No doubt about that. More than one, if I'd read them rightly. What was I letting myself in for, getting Sandi involved at this stage? She gave a little giggle, detecting my dismay. "Yes, it could be fun, throwing out some ideas, stirring things up a little . . . and at least I'd have the amusement of hearing what each one of them really thinks of you. They've all seen you nude, watched you wank, pushed you around and bullied you. I'm sure we'll have a good laugh about you and your pathetic ways . . . . I'll have a few good stories to tell them . . ." "Yes, I'm sure you will," I agreed, miserably. "It's up to you . . . if you think you need to talk to them . . . ." Another pause. "Yes, I think I do," she said with a little tremor in her voice. "So, give me those phone numbers now, and their full names and addresses while you're about it . . . ." I carefully ran through them, spelling out the details. "Are you really going to call them?" I asked. "Uh huh," she replied. "Makes perfect sense doesn't it? I know the questions to ask. And I know a lot about what you want, and I think I've got a grip on what you need, which may be more important. And because, you know, I might just be able to set up something even better that would, uh, amuse me, too . . ." "What's that?" I asked, anxiously. "Oh,just a thought . . . what if I put my arbitration and negotiating skills to work . . . . ?" I swallowed. She always scared me when she got into her 'lawyer' mode. " . . . because it's quite possible, since all of these women work -- and you don't, really -- that I could put together a nice condo arrangement -- You know? Co-ownership? Where they get to share you . . . All spelled out in a nice highly detailed legal contract, of course . . ." I gasped: "Sandi!!" "Mistress, you horrid little worm!" she corrected, then teased: "Oh, does that idea bother you? Hmmm? There has to be a contract, the way you like things . . ." "Y. . .Yes," I breathed. She commented: "Of course there does. Just like we should have had . . . a contract of total physical and sexual slavery . . . so there's no possibility of disagreement about who you belong to, and why . . ." I feebly said: "Yes, my lady . . . " "And a condo deal, now, you can see how that'd be extra good . . . meaning that it's 100% certain you'll get used a lot more. Ha ha, I mean abused and bruised, don't I? And there's always the opportunity for them to stay together for 'scenes' at the weekends. Yes. They may have appeared straight, but you never know when you get sexually liberated women together. All sorts of 'bi' possibilities here, aren't there? Was it Heather who had all the 'girlfriends'? Wonder what she really meant by that, huh? In her age group, in particular . . . Very liberated, they are . . . Well. Only one way to find out . . . .Your place is big enough for all of them, face it. Especially if they put you in the maid's room. Or the kennel, ha ha! By the way, if it works, is there any reason why Diane's mother shouldn't get invited along? She's in the country, right? I mean, she sounds like a lot of fun . . . And after raising a daughter like Diane, well she really deserves it! No objections . . . . . ?" She didn't wait to hear. "Of course not! You'd go for that, I'm sure. Sounds like there's a decent chance she may have some really cool equipment stashed away somewhere, that could get set up in your basement, huh? A nice spectrum. College age babe, young housewife, older ones, big and small, experienced and not, but all more than willing to play, and all as mean as hell by the sound of it. Yes . . . the whole spectrum. This could be very good. Hey, if it works out right, I might even want to hop on a plane and burn some frequent flyer miles . . . pay a visit every now and then myself! Boy, you got lucky here. You'll certainly get more than you deserve if I can pull this off . . . So, get off the phone, fuckwit. I've got some business to attend to . . . I'll call you at home later, alright? Be there at 10pm." /continued in Pt.2/ [ Via EDTec Anon Remail Service: ] -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)