Message-ID: <20681eli$9903210427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dodo.hatcher2@dial.pipex.com (OldBird) Subject: Penny's Mistake - Chapter 9 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 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: <36f7c8ea.489924492@news.dial.pipex.com> Although written for a real lady this story is fiction, and should be treated as such. At her request I am posting it to this group. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or downloading this material is prohibited in your location, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. Comments appreciated, especially if nice ones (c) 1999 OldBird2@dial.pipex.com Remove the '2' if you wish to reply Penny's Mistake - Chapter nine - Meeting the Master Coming down from her shower Penny read the note again, Seven O'clock she had nearly nine hours before she was to meet the shadowy figure that had recently controlled her life, but just thinking about the way he had manipulated her and had gained such a hold over her body made her feel randy and she decided that she would go and have a real relaxing bath before having her hair done. She was going to face the man at her best. Soaking in the bath, the aromatic oils she had sprinkled into the hot water relaxing her body she remembered the last few days, the good times and the bad, and as she thought about it she realised that each day had been a step further down the slope towards total sluttishness. She thought of some of the things she had done in her life, the people that abused her by covering her in shit and piss, and realised that this man was different, although she had been through a lot, the one time she had been forced to do something she didn't really want to the man had been punished, and Penny remembered the way she had taken her revenge on the screaming police constable as he writhed on the cross. But the Master had only made her do things she really wanted to, not once had she been severely hurt or felt as though she had been used purely for someone else's gratification. The thought fixed in her mind. He had taught her a valuable lesson. To be a slut was OK, to be used as a shag happy whore was great, but to be fucked around just to make someone else happy was not only stupid it was really degrading, and lying there in the hot water Penny gained something all her years of fucking around had never given her. a feeling that she, and she alone should decide what she should do, with whom and when. She knew she would still be a slut, fucking multiple men and women whenever she could, but now it would be because she wanted to not because some bastard told her she had to. Rising from the bath and with new purpose to her sex life Penny went downstairs and opened the package from her new mentor. Looking at the clothes inside she knew he had realised what would happen. There nestled in the box was the most gorgeous two piece. Nothing slutty about it at all, the underwear and blouse were all of silk, and the accompanying accessories were an understatement of svelte. It screamed sexuality in a well tailored understated way, and trying it on Penny knew that when she had her hair done it would be forget the bleach, a nice auburn maybe, cut quite severe, possibly a page boy bob, and in the suit she would pull any man she wanted to. Moving in front of the large Mirror upstairs Penny couldn't believe just how exciting she looked. The silver grey suit, screamed class, and the feel of the supplied nylons and underwear was like an oil slick moving over her skin. In disbelief Penny pirouetted and twirled until checking her make up she realised she had nothing suitable for this outfit. This didn't call for bright reds and garish colours it wanted a much more subtle treatment. Taking of the lovely clothes Penny dressed herself in everyday clothes and after making phone calls to a hairdressers, a beauty parlour, and a health studio she left the house. It was now just twelve O'clock she had six hours to get herself ready and she intended to use every one of them. At the hairdressers the girl looked at her hair decided that she could overcome the bleaching, and began work, attempting to create the style Penny had asked for. Two hours later when she left Penny's hair glowed like autumn leaves, a deep copper gold, suffused in sunlight and as she walked down the street she knew men were looking twice, not at a common slut but, at a beautiful woman. In the beauty parlour she watched as attendants toned her muscles with massage, and removed every piece of hair from her legs, until they felt like silk themselves, finally before handing her over to the make-up artists they trimmed her bush to a quaint little heart and manicured her nails, both her fingers and toes were treated, and as she moved to face the beautician Penny felt like a million dollars. Eyeing her up and down the beautician summed up her complexion and suggested coral pink to offset her hair and then began to work on her. for nearly an hour the woman rubbed, tugged inked and moulded her features until finally satisfied that she could do no more she allowed Penny to sit up and look in a mirror. Penny couldn't believe it looking back at her was a beautiful upper class, polished sex bomb. It couldn't be her, but the beautician explained the tricks she had used to highlight her best points, and suggested that to complete the transformation Penny should have nail extensions fitted. Unable to believe the change that had occurred Penny mutely accepted the offer and sat completely still as another assistant carefully measured her fingers and glued on, sanded and finally coloured her new nails. Penny reached for her credit card to pay, but the smiling proprietor explained that she had been expected and that the Master had already covered the cost. Even here his influence was obvious and Penny wondered if this transformation had been filmed too. Returning home she found Sandra sitting in the kitchen. As she entered the young girl gave a cheeky wolf-whistle and asked who she was. Laughing and giggling the two chatted about Penny's transformation and Sandra made a great pretend show of being upset because the Master never let her spend his money at the beauty shop. Sitting there giggling and laughing the two girls lost track of time until Sandra asked what time Penny had to go to see the Master. "Oh seven O'clock" Penny replied and looked up at the kitchen clock. With a shout of alarm she shot to her feet. It was six thirty and she hadn't even got dressed yet. Rushing upstairs Penny and Sandra dressed her in the beautiful clothes and just as they adjusted the last flounce on the skirt the doorbell rang. Sandra ran down to answer the door, and as her friend stalled for time with the taxi waiting there Penny took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves then collecting the evening bag that had come as part of the ensemble she walked sedately down the stairs. Stood at the bottom the taxi driver, dressed in full chauffeurs regalia, watched her as she descended and Penny loved the way his manner changed, expecting to see one of the Masters usual, beautiful but tarty women he was flabbergasted to see a vision of upper class womanhood gliding towards him. his jaw dropped and Penny smiled sweetly at him and gave him the instructions she had received with the letter. "La Fontaine de Mer" she instructed him. Hearing the name of the single most expensive restaurant in the town the taxi driver had no intention of making cheeky comments and bolted to open the rear door of his gleaming limousine. Penny settled herself sedately into the leather seat and waited politely for the machine to move off. It was so quiet that until Sandra started to wave she didn't even realise that he had started the engine, and as they wafted sedately down the roads towards the town centre she had time to consider what might be going to occur. Pulling up directly outside the large portico of the imposing building the Chauffeur opened the door and watched as Penny made her imperious way to the main entrance. The sight of a woman attending the restaurant alone turned a few heads and they all stayed turned as she approached the Maitre d'hôte. The august gentleman looked at her walking past the waiting line of people and his face hardened into a sneer. Penny her heart thumping like a hammer in her chest looked up at him and said the two words that had been written on her instructions "Table Ten". Immediately with a snap of his fingers the Maitre dropped the entrance rope and Penny found herself being escorted towards a small table set in the centre of the room close to the dance floor and lit by one solitary lamp. As she sat in the proffered chair Penny suddenly realised that her instructions had not gone past this point and sat amongst so many people sporting diamonds and pearls she felt very inadequate. If this was a cruel joke, it was perfect she had no idea how to act in this company, and what's more she knew that a meal here would overwhelm her credit card in a flash. Trying to look unconcerned she watched as the waiter arrived and offered her a menu with the frightening words "Le Maitre demander votre pardon pas que i'll arrive dans une heure" Penny gulped, her french not up to the rapidly spoken words as the waiter leant forward and whispered "The Master is sorry he'll be late, but enjoy the meal he'll be here in about an hour" Penny relieved that he had understood her confusion smiled at the young man and responded with the one word of french she did know "Merci". The waiter left her perusing the menu, and Penny was relieved to see that the items were described in both French and English so she had no trouble choosing a light salad, following a starter of melon in port. She didn't know what would happen tonight and had no intention of eating a large meal. The waiter brought her melon and as he placed it on the table whispered conspiratorially "The wine waiter is a snob, he likes making people look small. Tell him you want the Frascati de'Florence. That'll floor him it's the best light wine we've got" Hastening away the nice young man appeared to completely forget Penny as he worked on other tables. Penny inspected her melon, not the usual few grubby balls of honeydew with a splattering of cheap port. here she could see at least four different types, Galia, Ogen, honeydew and one she didn't recognise, each tastefully trimmed to expose the beautiful flesh was dimpled with tiny holes and in these she could see and smell the port, a rich ruby red it oozed from the succulent flesh. With enjoyment Penny began to savour each piece. Like melted honey they dissolved in her mouth and she could discern the subtle differences in taste and texture between them. just as she was beginning her second round of the bowl of glistening fruit the wine waiter glided in by her elbow and glowering down at her as if to intimidate her asked "And would Modom like some wine with that?" Penny was intimidated alright she felt her knees lock together as his eyes looked haughtily down his nose at her, but with an effort of will she kept her voice steady and guessing like mad that no one would ruin the taste of the port with wine turned to look a the hawkish man. "I think I'll leave my wine until I am eating my salad thank you" with an imperceptibly shrug of his shoulders he started to turn away, grasping the moment Penny clearly asked "what would you suggest with my Etruscan Salad" He turned back and she sensed the veiled threat as his sickly voice suggested "Modom would do very well to sample the Piersporter" In the silence that followed Penny struggled to remember the name the nice waiter had suggested, keeping the imperious waiter standing there she suddenly realised he was intentionally trying to make her look small, and as anger filled her chest she remembered the words. "NO! Thank you!" Taken aback the wine waiter took a half step away from the table. "I think I would prefer something lighter, do you perchance have a bottle of Frascati d'Florence" The wine waiter's face burst into a glorious smile, the snob had been outmanoeuvred but didn't realise it he thought he had an aficionado in the restaurant instead of the usual plebs, and with alacrity he congratulated Penny on her choice and suggested that she might like it only slightly chilled as otherwise the bouquet would strangle. Penny left it to him and returned as if unconcerned to her melon. The wine waiter hurried back to his pantry and fussed over the preparations, carefully chilling the wine to its perfect temperature then polishing the bucket himself he did something no one in his charge had ever seen happen before, he checked through twenty or so crystal glasses, discarding one after the other until he found one he felt perfect enough for this classic to sit in and washed and polished it himself. with awe his staff watched, as Penny sat silently, he removed all other glasses from the table and placing her glass on a silver tray, opened the bottle with a flourish and carefully poured the first few drops of the crystal clear, slightly fizzy liquid into the carefully prepared glass. Penny lifted the glass to her nose took one quick sniff, then tasted the wine. It was exquisite, and she thought I must reward that nice waiter later if I can. Looking at the wine she seemed to consider her answer as the now cringing wine waiter waited for her verdict. "Beautiful, quite beautiful" she exclaimed and the wine waiter beaming all over his face ushered his troops away, back to their duties and moved around the room quietly telling everyone that whoever she was she knew a great wine when she saw one. More than one head turned and studied Penny more closely now. her original appearance had been memorable, but they had assumed she was just another of their friends lady friends, but now the wine waiter was extolling her viniary skills and all around the room people wandered if perhaps she was more than she seemed. Penny unconcerned now continued with her meal, sipping at the nectar in her glass and enjoying the delicate flavours of the assembled herbs and salad vegetables that graced her plate. Lost in the enjoyment she didn't notice him enter, until a hush settled over the room and in the silence she looked up to see why everyone had gone quiet. moving through the tables a very ordinary looking man, in his mid-forties, not particularly good looking, but not ugly either moved steadily through the crowd. At every table the dinners greeted him with deference and Penny just knew this was the Master. He was nothing like she had expected, in fact the looked almost commonplace, but around him there appeared to be an aura of power as he moved effortlessly, nodding to people as they stood to greet him, a word here a word there he moved steadily towards the table where Penny sat. As she watched him move closer she noticed he was a little overweight, and his face looked a little drawn, but something about the way he moved was making her legs turn to jelly, her heart was thudding in her chest, and she knew her cheeks were beginning to flush as she watched the man that had been controlling her life for the last few days. Finally reaching her table he beckoned her to stay seated as he greeted her. "Good evening Miss Truman. I do apologise for my delayed entrance, unavoidable business I'm afraid". His voice rolled over her and Penny felt her eyes shine as he extended the compliment of appreciating her looks and especially her new hair style. Sitting he noticed the wine. "Ah good, Justin managed to get to you before old pompous Felipe. I hope the old fart had a heart attack" Penny nearly guffawed out loud as she imagined him setting up the prank on the wine waiter and thanked him for choosing such a glorious wine. Leaning over he said something that made Penny nearly pee herself with joy. "I've had that bottle in stock for ten years, and you are the first woman I have felt deserved it" Flushing again from the compliment Penny felt like an angel, and his next words sent her spiralling upwards towards a personal cloud, where she hoped she would stay, at least for tonight. "I ate whilst I was out, but you must finish your meal. I see you have completed your main course. Have you ordered dessert?" Penny tried to explain that she hadn't ordered anything else on purpose but smiling at her he clicked his fingers and as the Maitre d'hôte appeared like magic at his elbow enquired who was the Head Chef this evening. The Maitre explained that Maurice was in charge this evening, was there anything that he could get for either of them. The Master whispered in his ear, and the Maitre hurried away. To Penny he explained he had just ordered this particular Chef's speciality sweet and that since it would take about twenty minutes to prepare perhaps they should enjoy another bottle of wine. signalling the wine waiter he ordered a chilled bottle of Elder flower and the startled man shot away to prepare the exquisite beverage. As they waited the five minutes or so for it to arrive Penny was entertained by the history of this particular drink and how refreshing it was. She would marvel at its subtlety, and since it was only very mildly alcoholic she need have no fear that she would become intoxicated, Penny already felt intoxicated from his presence it was like waves of power emanated from this unassuming man, and she knew that if he told her too she would strip in the middle of the floor right now and do anything he asked her too. Just as she thought she might explode and do something silly the wine arrived. Smoky grey, it's bouquet reminded her of summer meadows and the taste slightly sweet but at the same time slightly astringent cleared her tongue of every taste that had passed across it this evening, in wonder she tasted the ambrosia of the gods and knew she would never taste anything as nice ever again. finishing her glass she saw him watching her, his face a subtle smile as he took in her new look, and obviously approved, and Penny felt her cunt constrict at the thought that he might after all be intending to ravish her in front of all these snobs. She hoped it wasn't so and as he looked about to speak she held her breath, fearing the worst but hoping he would take her away before the debauchery began so that she would be able to treasure this night for ever. Instead he suggested she might like to close her eyes as the Chef had signalled his creation was ready and before she saw it she had to taste. Hardly daring to breath for fear the bubble would pop Penny closed her eyes tight and opened her mouth letting her tongue just poke between her coral covered lips. suddenly she felt something light, sweet, and sensual slip into her mouth. The taste was divine and her eyes flew open to see a great hulking giant of a man a teaspoon in his bear like hand watching her with rapt attention. "Does Madam like Maurice's creation?" Penny couldn't get the words out, the flavours drifting around her mouth were so sublime she wanted to savour every last drop. The Chef stood and waited his great body tensed like a prize-fighter as he waited for her verdict. Finally Penny could maintain the tension no longer. "It's gorgeous" she blurted out. With a shout of pleasure the great Chef turned to the room and bellowed "Madam likes the Angels Pillows of Maurice" and with a great flourish he placed a bowl in front of her containing six little round balls of fluff and proffered her a fresh silver spoon. "Enjoy, enjoy" he crooned as his minions distributed the same concoction to every table in the room. The room fell silent as every customer tried the speciality, and not a sound was heard as the roomful of people tasted the masterpiece of culinary work. Penny popped another pillow into her mouth and as the flavours dissolved and rotated she tried to recognise them. Meringue, Vanilla, Lemon, something she couldn't decipher but slightly tangy assailed her senses, and as the great Chef watched her with rapt attention she slowly ate every pillow. as she ate she felt a warmth grow inside her, like sex the food was causing her senses to heighten and as she ate each pillow the feeling grew until with a shudder the last little ball of fluff made its gentle way towards her stomach. Pushing the dish away she thanked the Chef for this most exquisite memory. She would never forget the day Maurice created Angel's Pillows just for her. Clapping his hands the chef ushered his crew away from the table, and as he marched back towards the kitchen, his great voice boomed across the room "The beautiful lady was my inspiration, Never again will I make this dish for anyone else". Penny sat there blushing modestly as all around people smiled and nodded in her direction. Then at a loss as to what to do next she looked at The Master. He seemed to find it all very amusing, and looking straight into Penny's eyes he calmly asked "Do you think they would react like this if they saw your films?" Penny felt herself go bright red as he watched her. She was sure that now he was going to destroy her, a screen would appear from somewhere and all these people would see her cavorting with men, women and dogs. She hung her head and waited for the lights to dim, but he hadn't moved. instead when she finally lifted her eyes she saw that he was looking quite disturbed. "Penny, Oh Penny my little slut. did you really think I would destroy your night, have you learnt so little?" Penny stared at him and realised it would have been out of character for him to humiliate her in such a way. There was no way she could ever have wanted to be exposed here, where everyone seemed to think she was someone of importance and not just a cock sucking harlot, who loved to be thrown to the floor by greasy, beer swilling, fat gutted Canadians to have her brains fucked out. Rising he held out his hand to Penny and taking her arm he escorted her from the room. Waiting in the bar for his car to be brought round he explained that now it was time for him to have his personal fun with her, and whilst they were exploring just how much her body could take she must remember that in his house no one ever had to do anything they didn't want to. that in fact he would give her a 'safety' word, which if she uttered it would stop anything and everything that was happening to her. From now on it was up to Penny what she did with whom, and how often. He hoped she would allow him to test her but if she declined the only punishment would be that she would receive a first class ticket back to London, and a suitcase to carry all the clothes she had worn since arriving in Blackpool. Penny stared at him and muttered "Even these." "Of course, when I make a promise I keep it my dear. Here's the car, lets go" The chauffeur from earlier had appeared and the Master directed him to take them straight to his 'small' house. As they sat in the car trundling along towards the suburbs the Master explained that from now on Penny was to observe the role of a submissive. She would be treated kindly but if she didn't react as expected she would be chastised. Penny bit her lip and thought of the train home, but agreed to his offer, and then he told her, her 'safety' word was to be 'Onomatopoeia." Penny looked at him and asked why such a strange word. his explanation was simple and direct, any word she might normally be expected to use would bring up the possibility of her uttering it by accident, and since she would only ever utter the word once, before being placed on a train to London then she better have a word that if she used it both would know it was intentional. Penny sat back on the seat and waited. she didn't have long to wait the car rounded a corner into a street of small semi-detached houses and pulled up before a pair that stood slightly apart from the rest. Dismounting he led her to the front door and taking a key from his pocket he let them in. Penny immediately noticed how warm it was, and sensing her curiosity had been aroused he explained that in this house most people were totally naked and it saved a lot of colds keeping it at a temperature that suited his naked guests. Closing the door he held out his arms to her and Penny's heart skipped a beat as he pulled her gently to him. She melted into the waiting grip and he gently kissed her on the mouth, like a pair of lovers they stood in the hall and held each other gently. Then he stepped back and suggested she go upstairs and dress in something more comfortable as he had something he wanted to show her. Penny almost ran up the stairs and looking into the largest bedroom she found a very ordinary looking bed, but lay on it was a sheer negligee, made of white it was interwoven with gold and silver threads. Literally throwing off her suit she donned the flimsy garment over her underwear and looking at herself in the full length mirror she marvelled at how different she looked to her usual sluttish self and hoped that the Master would not decide to reject her as being too genteel. Tripping back downstairs she followed the sound of soft music as it wafted through the small house, and found him siting eyes closed listening to the refrain as it echoed around the room. He sat there eyes closed his hands moving gently in time to the music and Penny moved quietly across the room, unnoticed she stood before him and waited patiently for him to notice her. for five minutes she stood still as he continued to listen, her body becoming more and more agitated as he continued to be oblivious to her present. Eventually overcome by the wish to touch him she reached out and laid her hand on his knee. Immediately Penny realised she had breached the etiquette of this place his hand short our and gripping her wrist forced her to the floor, on her knees tears in her eyes from the sudden pain in her wrist she gasped as his eyes opened and she saw real anger lying there. "How dare you disturb me" he snarled. "Sit quietly whilst I listen to my music" He released her hand and Penny slumped to the floor holding her wrist and wondered if this was such a good idea after all. despite her love of sex, hard and dirty with whoever took her fancy she had never enjoyed pain and this man had just hurt her, not a lot but it was enough to make it clear that his statement earlier in the evening was for real. She had to be submissive, or pick up her ticket back to London. Sitting there she practised the word under her breath and convinced herself that as soon as he started to hurt her again she would scream it in his face. Like a statue he sat there once again lost in his own world as the music ebbed and flowed around the room and Penny watching him realised that this was a real passion with him and slowly she convinced herself that it was because she had interrupted his enjoyment that he had hurt her, and probably didn't really mean it. Softly the music dwindled and as the last refrains echoed around the room he opened his eyes and looked at Penny, with a firmness she couldn't resist he told her that she had been informed of her position and that unless she was submissive then punishment would follow until she called time. Penny hung her head and listened as he outlined her 'crime', to interrupt his music was to show disrespect and that could not be tolerated. He would have to spank her before they could continue with her education. was she willing to receive her punishment. Penny bit her lip and thinking to herself that it couldn't be that bad nodded her agreement. "Very well you disobedient girl, over my knee" Penny unsure of what was expected positioned herself to one side of him and gingerly lowered herself across his knees. She felt one hand pin her to his thighs and as her hands fell to the floor to support herself she felt his hand running softly over her bottom. She squirmed a little as his hand slipped down her leg and lifted the negligee to expose her silk clad ass. Now his hands were testing the flesh of her buttocks and underneath her belly she felt the first stirrings of his cock as he rubbed her cheeks with a circular motion. Penny felt his hand leave and gritting her teeth waited for the first slap. Suddenly she heard the swoosh and a stinging slap planted itself firmly onto her left buttock. She jerked and immediately another slap descended this time on her right. With a steady rhythm he pounded her cheeks until she was sobbing, not so much from the pain, but from the humiliation. After about twenty solid slaps he stopped and as she gasped and sobbed beneath him he asked if she was penitent. Penny sobbed her apologies for displeasing him, and felt his hand once more circling her now warm bottom. Just as she thought he was going to let her rise his hand gripped the waistband of her panties and they were torn downwards at the same time as he pushed her forward so that her face was driven towards the floor. Hanging there across his knees she knew that now her ass was sticking high into the air and once again the blows rained down this time on her unprotected bottom, screaming with the shock of this second assault she felt his cock poking upwards into her lower stomach and then he was gripping her cheeks and stretching them sideways, both hands pulling them apart so that he could look at her puckered little ass hole. Penny begged him not to hurt her as she felt one of his fingers sliding into the opening of her ass, and as she quivered beneath his assault her puckered hole was breached and she felt his finger driven up the second knuckle. the fire in her ass, exploded through her as she felt the finger flex in her ass, the red hot spears from her unprepared anus sent small arrows of pain, and pleasure deep into her body and Penny realised that his ass fucking finger was making her horny. The heat in her cheeks from the punishment permeated to her cunt and she felt it start to leak as his free hand came underneath to grip her breasts through the cloth of the brassiere. Moaning now with lust Penny begged him to fuck her but he just laughed and said "No my little slut, you are going to fuck me" and his assault continued. Penny felt her nipples harden as his hand groped under the cup of her bra and tweaked them into full arousal. Then letting her chest alone he centred his flexing fingers on her cunt and ass. still suspended over his knee Penny squirmed and squealed as he probed deep into her now sodden cunt and then with one final resounding slap sent her tumbling to the floor. Penny lay there stifling her sobs and looked up at him with hatred in her eyes. He had said no one had to do anything they didn't want but now he had spanked her Ass and she didn't think she liked it. But then staring up at him she sensed this was just the beginning and as he stared down at her his eyes laughed as he watched her find a new feeling drifting over her, slowly very slowly a feeling of euphoria settled over her as the feeling in her ass cheeks became an all suffusing warm glow, and Penny realised that perhaps she hadn't wanted to do it before but if he asked her to lie over his knee again she would have an orgasm at the first or second slap. She had been naughty and deserved his punishment, as the realisation came over her that she would willingly submit to this man's decisions she felt her burning ass retreat into a glowing warmth and in between her legs her cunt yearned for this man to fuck her, helpless in her feelings she licked her lips and stared up at him, her eyes begging his forgiveness and understanding. His next word sent tremors of desire rushing through her body. "Stand up and remove your panties" with indecent haste she tore them of and stood her cunt dripping its juices her breasts heaving waiting for his next command " Now lift your tits from the bra cups and pinch your nipples to make them puff up" Penny did as she was told reaching through the flimsy negligee she lifted her breasts one by one from their restraints and running her fingers over her nipples she felt them grow taut and throb under her squeezing fingers. "Penny you are a little fuck slut, aren't you" "Yes" she replied "Yes what?" the question caught her unawares and she stared blankly at him. for nearly a minute they stared at each other but slowly Penny's gaze wavered and her eyes dropped. "you will always address me as Master, or I shall punish you. Is That clear?" "Yes ... Ma.. ster" "Good now keeping the clothes on you are wearing you must fuck me by straddling my cock, but with your face towards my feet. Do you understand? " Penny nodded but a stinging slap reminded her of her new status and she quickly blurted "Yes Master" She couldn't believe it in a few short minutes he had reduced her to a virtual slave, yet she was enjoying the feeling of being totally controlled by him and as he lay back and unzipped his trousers to release his cock she lifted her one leg high and placed herself across his thighs. Moving backwards she felt for his cock and slowly positioned it in the entrance to her cunt. then as his hand held her hips she lowered herself slowly onto the rigid pole, feeling her cunt fasten around the purple helmet and her juices run around the swollen shaft. With a moan of pleasure she let herself descend until her cunt lips pressed against his hairy crotch. Then feeling his hands lift her she rose again until his cock was just lodged inside her cunt. Now his hands left her and for five minutes there was only the sound of her heavy breathing as she shafted him, with each slow and deliberate stroke she felt his cock sliding up inside her and wished it was a little longer so that she could swallow it into her womb. As she rose and sank onto his shaft her body began to tingle, she had never felt like this before, it was like electricity was running over her entire body, coursing through her skin to set the very nerve endings of her body on fire. What was causing the effect, suddenly she understood, as a lot of power made every muscle in her being tense. She felt he cunt muscles grab hold of his cock so tightly that she couldn't move in either direction, and through the haze of her thoughts she heard his voice "Like my little toy Penny. The threads in the negligee are excellent conductors." Looking down she saw that he had fastened wires to the hem of the negligee and craning her head around she could see that he held a small controller, as he turned it the tension subsided and she collapsed downwards across his legs, only to be sent shooting upright by a hefty slap on her rump. She turned to tell him to stop it, but another surge of electrical energy froze her in her tracks and once again her lips sealed themselves around his rod and she wailed in the throes of an orgasm as strong as any she had ever felt. He kept her there as her cunt exploded, the waves of pure tension making her grab at her tits, the throbbing in her body was so intense she thought she might feint, but just as she screamed her release for the second time he let the power surge diminish and as Penny tried to stay upright he informed her that this was only the beginning after he had turned her into a sex crazy, orgasm begging slut, he was going to introduce her to instruments that would turn her into a total sex maniac, they would make her come so constantly that she would be unable to walk without her cunt creaming and sending her juices flying, but before she got to see these wonderful toys she would beg him to let her have just one more orgasm. Straddling his still firm cock Penny thought she would never beg for that, he had already forced her to have two orgasms and her cunt was becoming sore from the constant tension. Then he lifted her from his cock and standing her at the side of his chair he stood and pushing her forward so that her torso was forced to rest over the arms he penetrated her again from behind but each time he drove forward into her he sent electricity crashing through her body. She felt his cock forcing her tensed muscles apart and she was sure he was tearing her tube to bits from the friction, but the feeling of his cock was divine. at the end of each stroke he released the electric field and withdrew with a slurping sound as she orgasmed again and again. He was laughing now as Penny writhed beneath him and she realised that her body was going into overdrive, the fluids spilling from her cut were soaking into the negligee making every charge increase in strength as it found the easiest way to earth. Slowly she felt the electricity begin to funnel directly into her cunt and as the surges flooded into her tube she felt her womb explode, it seemed to be pulsing with a life of its own and there deep inside her she felt a tiny glow begin to surface, it spread and grew with each and every thrust until it swallowed all of her and lost in the first total body orgasm she had ever encountered she sobbed for him to make her cum again. withdrawing from her he moved away, but Penny crawled after him and clinging to his leg begged him to give her one more orgasm. Looking down at her he said softly "Told you, you would beg didn't I" now I want to fuck your Ass, but I'm going to make you piss whist I do it. Pulling Penny to her feet her led her unresisting body to one side and there in the wall she saw two leather wrist bands. Strapping her into them, she found that she had to bend from the waist and as she stood there he moved her feet apart and fastened a spreader to her ankles, the padded leather cuffs didn't hurt but Penny could no longer move. He stood behind her and reached around to cradle her distended breasts, still on fire from the electricity so recently coursing through her body his touch was like flames as he softly squeezed each nipple and tugged on her breasts. Just the touch of his fingers was making her cream herself again and she felt the honey juice of her womanhood trickling down her leg. He scooped it up and let her lick it from his fingers then almost casually he used some to lubricate her ass. Penny realised that her normally tight hole was now gaping open, the effect of multiple orgasms had been to relax the sphincter muscle to the state where his cock easily penetrated her shit tube and he grunted with joy as his cock embedded itself to the hilt in her anal orifice. The feel of his cock rippling up and down her chute sent Penny once more into paroxysms as her body climaxed again. If she hadn't been fastened to the wall she would have fallen but just as she reached the zenith of this cycle she felt his hand pushing into her cunt. "My God!" she thought "he is going to fist me whilst shagging my ass. something will give way, he will damage me" But it was too late his hand was inside her and as his fingers reached for the tiny opening of her piss tube she felt his cock rammed so deep inside her that it pushed on her bladder. With a moan she tried to pee, but his fingers were blocking the exit and as the pain of the enforced enclosure flooded her she screamed again, as she felt his cock jerk and flood her ass with spunk then letting his cock slip free he released the fingers and allowed her piss to course down her cunt to gush into the open air. Placing his now shit covered cock in the stream of golden piss he let the coursing gold liquid wash it clean and as Penny hung drained from the two wrist straps, unable to fall because of the bar keeping her legs apart and straight he moved to her head and ducking under her arm stood in front of her and let his cock dangle in front of her face. Penny stared at the still dripping cock, but as another mini orgasm shook her body she couldn't resist the shiny cock dangling in front of her. Her tongue reached out and licked the tip of his soft cock, immediately it jerked and she was able to reach more of the wet shaft licking up and down it she watched as it grew back to full size, and with a moan of total surrender she sucked the piss sodden cock into her mouth and sucked it deep towards her throat. Holding her head he began to shaft her face his cock burying itself into her now willing mouth. The coral lipstick left streaks up his shaft, but as Penny's lust soaked body drove her to greater and greater heights Penny knew she wanted whatever he was willing to deliver and let her throat muscles work on his distended piece of hardware. Holding her face close against his lower stomach he stood with his cock jerking in her throat and Penny gasping for breath her throat nearly closed by the invading cock prayed that he would cum, sending his spunk into her belly, but he stood there and let his cock twitch and jerk in her throat until yet another climax built inside her now over-sensitised body and as she shook and trembled in the grip of yet another orgasm her throat muscles coaxed his cock into action. With a groan of release he emptied his second load of spunk into her throat but this time it was not only spunk that flooded her throat he was pissing into her mouth, and unable to do anything else she swallowed the acrid water and felt it slide down to join his spunk swilling around in her belly. He never seemed to stop jet after jet of his liquid spilled into her and Penny found herself waiting for each stream, anticipating its arrival, and every stream sent another shudder throughout her body and as his final few drops dribbled into her throat she felt her own bladder constrict again and she felt the gush of her own urine as it cascaded out between her aching thighs and splashed down onto the expensive carpet covering the floor. Finished he stepped back under her arm and released her wrists, unable to stand she collapsed onto the sodden floor and looked up expecting words of comfort, just in time to see him walking towards a door in the wall. turning to look a the slut he had just debauched he spoke a sentence that sent waves of joy, and tremors of fear coursing through her battered body. "Penny in about five minutes you will remove the spreader from your feet. When you do I will be downstairs. If you enter my domain I will give you pain and pleasure to remember for the rest of your life. BUT, and I repeat BUT down here there is no safe word, no release, unless I will it. You must come of your own accord. If you do not come within half an hour, I shall return and you will be sent back to London. Do you understand?" Penny unable to talk nodded her understanding as he turned and left the room. She could hear him moving down some steps, and realised that this 'little' semi was not all it seemed. Sitting there she undid the straps that held her legs spread and felt the battered lips of her poor cunt, but every touch sent waves of sexual energy racing through her body, her breasts still throbbed on her chest, and Penny's throat craved more cock. In a dilemma she sat and stared first from the door then over to the clock and watched the hands as they slowly ticked away her choices. Terrified but excited at what lay down the stairs , twice she moved towards the open door only to turn and stare at where she had been bound to the wall, imagining her uncomplicated life of just fucking and being fucked. could she take the next step and surrender herself completely to him, or should she just wait for his return and take herself of home? Penny doesn't know what to do - What would you DO? PS Penny had rather hoped for some extensive comments from appreciative readers about what they might like to do to her if they got the chance. 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