Message-ID: <3957eli$9709101448@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: RNRH85C@prodigy.com ( J M MCMURRAY) Subject: "Kathleen's Story" Part 2/2 mf, d&s Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <199709100440.AAA34552@mime2.prodigy.com> NOTE: I did not write this story. I am only posting it. ___________________________________________ WARNING! The following story contains explicit sexual material which is intended for mature audiences only! If you are not of legal age and/or do not enjoy this type of literature, exit immediately! ___________________________________________ STORY TYPE: M/f, light d&s, b&d, anal My name is Kathleen, or more appropriately, Slave #39. Read my initial story for full information on my life. I have decided to write my second story. Being able to share experiences like this through a computer is really turning out to be a great brand of therapy. My life is quite, well, unique ... and it's great to be able to share some of my sexual experiences this way. Since I last wrote, five days ago, The Syndicate sent me on another assignment. It happened just yesterday, Sunday, to be exact. I don't think I'll _ever_ forget this one. The familiar knock came to my front door around 9:30 a.m. Of all the days to be pressed into service, I dread working on Sunday the most of all. I rather just stay home and relax on the typical Sunday, as most people do. But with this job and its demands on me, I obviously don't control my life or daily happenings. The Syndicate does. After signing for the envelope, I walked into the kitchen and tore it open. What did they have in store for me now? TO: Slave #39 FROM: The Syndicate Your services are required today. A limosuine will arrive for you at noon and will take you to your destination. You are to wear: A black sports bra Faded denim jeans ... tight ones White socks and sneakers Nothing else, including no panties Make sure you look your best, or risk punishment. The Syndicate As has become customary for me, I went into the bathroom and began preparing myself for the day ahead. Applying the special brand of mascara and perfume, after freshening and washing up. This is a well known practice for me. At precisely 12:00 p.m., there was a loud knock at my front door. I already knew that it was the limo driver, so I turned off everything and made sure all the windows were closed, then met the driver at the door. He walked me down to the limosuine and I got into the back without a word. It's like being in a little jail cell, minus the cooler and radio, in the back of the limosuine. It is specially made, with no windows. Each time in one of these, I ride along in secrecy, never once knowing where I am headed. I would at least like to look out at the scenery. But that is not possible, because The Syndicate does not appove of their slaves knowing the assignment locations. This time, the drive took about an hour, until I sensed the limo had pulled into a driveway. After two minutes, the passenger door next to me opened, and the driver told me to get out. I did, and found myself outside somewhere. He pointed toward the front door to a house, and said, "Go." I really didn't have any time to speculate on who would await me, because a man that looked a few years younger than me (I'm 26) emerged from the house as I started toward it. He was good looking, with dark hair and a strong build. I wondered to myself, what did he have in mind for me? The man clutched my left forearm and briskly guided me into the house. He closed the door behind him, and looked at me with a strict impression. Uh oh, I said to myself. He fits the profile of someone who likes handing out pain. "Listen, slut," he said. "The rules are simple. You will refer to me as 'Master.' You will do whatever I tell you, and you will like it. It's that simple. Now this day can turn out to be very good for you, if you behave and do as you're told. If not, today will be _hell_ for you." I gulped my throat ... such as life in The Syndicate. "I promise to behave, Master." He pointed toward an adjacent room. "Go in there." I walked through an open door, and found a bedroom. "Strip." I did as he said, taking my bra off first, then kicking off my sneakers and sliding both socks off. I slipped out of my jeans and then threw all of the articles of clothing against the near wall, out of the way. Completely nude, I stood and looked at him, feeling both fear and anticipation. "Turn around and bend over, with both of your hands on the bedspread, and your feet apart." I turned around, a bit nervous, and slowly lowered both hands to the mattress, bending at the waist to do so. This left me bent in about a 75-degree angle, my ass protruding outward and jutting right toward my newly appointed Master. The man stepped forward and placed his hand upon my ass, then ran a finger between its cheeks, before finally poking at my anus. I gasped as he did this, prodding his hard finger against a very sensitive area. "I hope you like anal sex, slut," he warned me. "You're going to get a lot of it before this day is over." I closed my eyes and sighed, the thoughts of what he said running through my mind. "What a nice ass you have, slut," he teased me. "Tell me, has anyone ever fucked it before? How many times?" "Yes ... lots of times." The man laughed. "Lots of times? So I take it that a lot of Syndicate men have fucked you in the ass?" I gulped. "Yes, Master." "Good then. They have gotten you prepared for me." His finger kept prodding, simply teasing my anus. This was really hot because not only the physical pleasure was great, but the mental part ... I didn't even know this man! Yet he was poking at my ass, while I was bending over, totally nude and exposed for whatever he had in mind. Welcome to my life. Minutes later, I had been placed into another comprising position ... seated on his bed, against the headboard, with my wrists handcuffed to the bedposts on either side of me. I was still completely nude, of course, and this unknown man (at least to me) was pacing back and forth, lustfully. You could ask why I would let myself be put in a position like this with a stranger. Well, it's my job. I'm really not concerned with getting hurt or pernamently injured, due to The Syndicate. They would not send their slaves to a house if a Master or Mistress could not be trusted. I've never had a problem with any customer in this manner. The only times I get really scared is when I am with a sadist, someone who likes dishing out extreme pain. But the pain is short term, not long term, and submitting to sadists is part of my job, too. It's in my contract. I actually kind of enjoy light pain ... but I can't stand extreme pain. Anyway, the man stopped pacing and then looked at me. I could tell that he liked my body, and what it had to offer. "Blondage." His term caught me off-guard. What did he say? "Huh?" "Blondage," he repeated. "You are a blonde in bondage. _Blondage_. It's one of my favorite sexual activities." I liked that, and even smiled because of it. What a neat and unique word. I certainly never heard it before. The man took a seat next to me and reached out with both hands, then started to pinch and squeeze my nipples. He was using a lot of force, almost crushing them ... but I liked it. My head rolled in circles and I sighed in pleasure. My head was shivering by the time I opened my eyes to look at him again. He stopped the assault upon my nipples, and gave me a knowing smile. "See?" he said. "You liked that. If you're a good slave today, do as you're told and not disobey me, I'll do a lot of things which you'll like. In fact, you'll like it all." "Thank you, Master." "But if you are a bad slave, I'll do a lot of things that you will not like. So it's a two way street." "I promise to be a good slave." I tested the restraints of both sets of handcuffs, only to find them ungiving. I then looked back at him. "Are you enjoying yourself?" the man asked. "Yes, Master." I smiled. "Are _you_ enjoying yourself?" He held back a laugh. "Sure am. I love blondage." Next, the man cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He squeezed and jiggled them around in circles, which was very pleasurable for me. His hands felt rough, strong. That's the way I like it. But I then saw him look around, in all directions. Was he searching for something? "What are you going to do to me?" That question came out of my mouth before I even thought of asking it. "I'm going to fuck you," he replied. "I'm going to fuck you real good. That's what I'm going to do. But first, I got something else in mind." The man quit his searching, and simply pulled his shorts down. A sizable, strong looking cock appeared, and my gaze was suddenly fixated upon the beautiful sight. The man slipped completely out of his shorts and t-shirt, and was now nude too. My Master then got onto his knees and moved directly in front of me. "I love doing this," he said, grabbing his cock with his right hand and pumping it. "Regular women won't let me whack off over their breasts, but you Syndicate sluts ... I can do anything I want to you sluts." Wow! The man wanted to cum all over my breasts! And he wanted to do it, by his own hand? If I wasn't handcuffed to the bedposts, I would have been _more_ than willing to help him whack off ... _much_ more than willing, in fact. I looked up at him, and noticed his eyes were rolled up into his head. He suddenly looked down at me, his eyes focusing on mine. I glanced at his cock for an instant and then gave him a tiny smile. He smiled back at me and nodded his head. We were getting along together, fine. I wasn't scared of him being an extreme sadist anymore. He just liked to be a little rough in bossing me around. The man's breathing became faster and more rapid as he continued pumping his cock, its tip aimed right at the center of my cleavage. I could tell that he was trying to hold his cum in, for as long as he possibly could. What a position for me to be in ... seated against the headboard, my wrists handcuffed to either side of me, with a man masturbating directly in front of me. I have really met the most _interesting_ people through this lifestyle. But I'm sure you can decipher that yourself. The man let out a sudden scream and the next thing I knew, his cock was spraying my breasts, covering them with its juice. I moaned and writhed in pleasure, struggling to try and break the restraints ... but I couldn't. What I wanted, deep within me, was for him to shoot some of that sperm down my throat. But as a submissive, I have to take whatever a Master or Mistress decides to give me. By the time he was finished, sticky, gooey cum covered my breasts, and thick strands of it hung from them, dripping down onto my stomach and lower. I looked at the man, and found him breathing hard ... just like me. When I think about it, it's really kind of flattering for a man to want to blow his wad over my breasts. In a sexual way, of course. But my entire life is based on sex. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. "Yes, Master. I loved it. I hope you cover my entire body in cum before I have to leave." But I also hoped that he filled my entire stomach with it. He smiled. "I can arrange for that. I think with you, I'm gonna have the staying power of ten men." "I hope so," I said, shyly. All of a sudden, he grabbed a key and quickly unlocked both sets of handcuffs, freeing me. I was a little puzzled and looked up at him, while rubbing my sore wrists, not knowing why he took them off. But I sound found out why. "On your hands and knees!" he demanded. In an instant, I was on 'all fours', knowing he would soon make good on his promise to fuck me in the ass. I just hoped he would be somewhat gentle and show a little restraint when giving it to me there. I had the idea he would, but still had a little doubt within me. I watched as he reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. I closed my eyes when he dabbed some of it onto his finger, but then gasped in a sudden rush of pleasure as I felt him prodding my anus again. I could feel his finger working, rotating in tiny circles, properly lubricating my 'backdoor.' I then felt him sliding and coaxing more lubricant upon the area, really getting it slick and ready. The feeling made me blush, and moan. The normal person does not let a stranger do this to them. But because of The Syndicate, I am _far_ from normal. My body was trembling in anticipation when I suddenly felt his hard cock burrow against my anus. I gasped and looked back at him, surprised that he already had another erection, and saw him positioned on his knees behind me. He pushed gently, but did not penetrate me ... yet. The man actually saw a need to tease me. I was so hot and excited that I found myself sobbing, begging him to simply "put it in." And he finally did, pushing it between my tight spinchter and right into me. My eyes grew wide and I took in a deep breath, as his cock slowly wedged itself deeper and deeper into my ass. I arched my neck and moaned in lust as I felt his hands forcefully grasp my hips. I've had this done to me lots of times in the past, but each time ... the pressure and feelings I receive from it are just so hot, and so intense. I don't get fucked in the ass all that often, though. Slowly, he pushed more of his cock into me. I moaned yet again, adjusting to the feeling. It's just a hot, burning feeling that simply doesn't give up. More and more of him went into me, until ... The man was all the way in now! I could feel his balls against my ass ... he had forged all of himself into me! He held the position, buried deep within me, while rubbing and massaging my hips with his hands. "How do you feel, slut?" he grunted. "Full," I quaked. He laughed gently. "You probably love this even more than I do. All you Syndicate sluts are the same." "I ... I do love it." "Thought so," he said. "Let's see if you love it more once I get finished with you." I then felt the man pull back slightly, his cock going with him ... and then he pushed himself all the way inside again. That was the first thrust. It started a series of thrusts, each a bit more stronger and quicker than the one before. His strong hands felt like they were embedded in my hips ... he was grabbing and holding me so tightly there. His thrusts seemed to level off ... I was now receiving them at good, but not great, speed. Nonetheless, I moaned and buried my face in the pillow in front of me, enjoying the feel of this stranger as he violated my ass. I then let out a scream of pentup lust, loving this even more. Without warning, I felt his right hand leave my hip, only to come back seconds later with a resounding noise. I jumped, totally unprepared for what he had just done to me. He spanked me! "Naughty little slut!" the man grunted, his cock still thrusting in and out of me. He slapped my ass with his other hand, which brought a surprised yelp from me. I looked back at him and saw him raise a hand again ... and again, he slapped my ass hard with it. He also started to thrust faster and stronger into me at the same time. "Little sluts need to be spanked!" he screamed, now slapping my ass with both hands, one at a time, alternating between each. It was continuous, as was the level of speed he thrusted his cock into me. Continuously faster. I could tell, the man was in his personal lust zone now. Spanking me, and fucking my ass at the same time. He obviously had a major fetish for asses. He wasn't spanking me all that hard. It was actually about moderate force ... and the stings and shots of pain which went through me were quite pleasurable. I can take this type of pain without a problem ... I just don't like extreme S&M pain, like some people in The Syndicate do. But his thrusts, on the other hand, were very powerful now. It felt like his cock was going to tear my anus right open! Fortunately, he had put plenty of lubricant on me before ever entering my ass. By this time, I was screaming in lust, and yelping in pleasure / pain each time one of his rough hands slapped my backside. It's one thing to have anal sex performed on me, and another to be spanked. I really love both. But at the same time, both can seem almost overwhelming ... and that feeling is doubled when both are done at the same time. One thing is for sure ... I will never forget this assignment! The man just kept it up, plowing into me and spanking my _burning_ ass at the same time. I was getting drilled beyond belief! No one had ever fucked and spanked my ass at the same time before. No one! My Master let out a roaring scream and all of his action stopped for an instant. I then felt his hands grasp my hips again, and next I felt his huge cock spurting cumshot after cumshot of sperm right into my ass. I moaned loudly myself, realizing that he was filling my anus with his fuck juice. Load after load, I could tell that the man made sure his cock was empty of all sperm before he even thought of pulling out. And when he did, I sighed in lust, my ass still on _fire_ because of what he had done to me. It just felt like an inferno. But I could feel his cum dripping down onto my pussy and down my thighs. Then, I felt the man beside me. He placed his hand underneath my chin and made me look up at him ... he was much like me, covered in sweat ... but wanting more. The remainder of my stay at the man's house was just as grueling and just as physical as our first encounter. It became quite clear to me that this man loves three things ... 1) bondage, 2) spanking and 3) anal sex. He really worked me over, and that is an understatement. I mean, this man _really_ worked me over. He fucked both my pussy and ass at least two times each, and came in my mouth once. He came on my face and in my hair once, and another time all over my breasts. He also kept me in light bondage during most of my visit. In addition, he gave me three separate spankings. Just the typical day, right? I stayed pretty late too, not leaving until 10:45 p.m. The man was pretty physical, even in parting company. He grabbed me and gave me a vicious kiss, then said he may want to see me again via The Syndicate, sometime in the future. I told him that I would love the idea of coming back to visit him again. At least he wasn't a hard sadist. The limo did not get me home until after midnight, and I was exhausted by that time. But I still needed to take a shower before heading off to bed. My body was simply caked with cum and I was a complete wreck ... not a pretty sight. What would my family think if they saw me come home in this type of condition? It's frightening to even speculate. One really good thing I can say about The Syndicate is that they rarely have me work on consecutive days. It is really tough for me to go through these assignments two days in a row. I have only worked consecutive days twice during my four years with The Syndicate, and both times were overnight parties. I guess you could call me a living fuck doll. That's basically what I am. The Syndicate sends me to an approved Master or Mistress, or both at the same time, and I have sex with them, in whatever way they desire. I'm a piece of meat. That's my life. And I couldn't be any happier. I can hardly wait for my next erotic adventure ... it should make for another stimulating story. 'Til next time! _________________________ Kathleen (Slave #39) September 8, 1997 NOTE: I did not write this story. I am only posting it. Please do not send requests for reposts. Thank you. -- +--------------' 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> /