Message-ID: <44089asstr$1061777402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [r200306@hotmail.com] From: "Robert Newsom" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 24 Aug 2003 23:57:54.0328 (UTC) FILETIME=[88C03980:01C36A9B] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2003 18:57:53 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Slave - Scenario 2 - Mf (Fsolo, Mf, BDSM, ws, tort) Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2003 22:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ Help protect your PC: Get a free online virus scan at McAfee.com. http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 <1st attachment, "Slave-Scenario2-Mf.doc" begin> Slave-Scenerio2-Mf We moved to town when my dad got reassigned here for his job. While we waited on construction to finish on our new house we lived in a furnished two bedroom apartment. My parents stayed in one room and I got the other. While making the bed the first time I felt something under the mattress. I lifted the top mattress and found a stash of pornography. There were a couple of magazines and three paper back books. I felt a nasty little surge course through my body as I saw the covers. I quickly dropped the mattress back in place to hide them. With my parents in the next room I knew it wasn't safe to look at them yet. I would have to wait until tonight to look through them. I finished making the bed and unpacking some boxes. I spent the rest of the afternoon in a high state of arousal. My mother even asked me once why I was so flushed. I made up something about being hot from all of the unpacking. I had to go the bathroom twice and finger myself just to stay under control. That night when we all went to bed I pulled the magazines from under the mattress. The magazines were full of hardcore layouts of women having sex with men and other women. I have my own computer so none of it was anything I hadn't seen before. I would occasionally masturbate late at night visiting porn sites. But, because we were moving I hadn't had access to my system for a couple of weeks and had to rely mostly on my fantasies. I guess that's why the pictures seemed so hot. I flipped through the magazines finding the hottest spread from each and laid them out around me on the bed. I started to finger myself while pinching and squeezing my nipples. I spent hours looking at the pictures and reading the sexy stories. It was well past 2AM and several orgasms later before I pushed the magazines back under the mattress. In the morning my Mom poked her head into my room before she left for work; my dad was already long gone. I'm usually awake before she leaves for work so she must have thought it was a little unusual. She came to the bed side and put her hand on my forehead and asked if I was coming down with something. I told her I was OK, just a little tired. "Well, go back to sleep if you feel tired and fix yourself something to eat when you get up," she said. "Unpack some of the some more of the kitchen boxes when you get up," she said before leaning down and kissing my forehead. When I heard the front door close I immediately reached under the bed for my new found porn collection. This time I concentrated on the paperback books. The covers of all three of them had drawings of young women in bondage and varying stages of distress. I picked the first one and started reading. It was very nasty and told the story of a teenaged girl about my age. She got caught having sex with her boyfriend on school grounds by the janitor. The janitor then blackmailed her into doing all kinds of nasty things to keep from being turned in to the principal. As the story went on she was forced to be his sex slave enduring bondage and all kinds of torture at his hands. As I read the story I ground my clit into my pubic mound with my fingers. After a while I couldn't take it anymore and peeled my soaking panties down my legs and jammed my fingers into my pussy. I don't think I have ever been that turned on before. Something about the bondage and torture was making me really horny. When the evil janitor tied her up and shaved her pussy I had an intense orgasm just thinking about the wickedness of it. As I read the story I pinched and pulled on my nipples harder and harder as the heroine was subjected to nipple torture. A thought struck me and I got up and went to the bathroom to where the laundry stuff was. I dug a handful of clothes pins out and returned to my room. As I read of the distress of the innocent victim at the hands of the janitor I put myself in her role. I spread one of the clothes pins open and moved it to my sensitive nipple. I let the pin snap onto my nipple and let out a high squeal. I was totally unprepared for how much it hurt. I should definitely have tried it on something else before I snapped it on my nipple. I scrambled to get it off my nipple and was even more surprised to find pulling it off hurt more than putting it on. After rubbing my poor nipple for a few seconds I realized that despite the pain I was really turned on. I took the clothes pin and lowered it on my other nipple, only more controlled this time. As I released the tension of the pin it felt like the pain coursed straight from my nipple to my clit turning into an aching pleasure somewhere between. I tentatively laid the clip onto my tit and removed my hand. I was completely fascinated by the vision of the clothes pin clamped to my nipple. It was by far the nastiest sensation I have ever experienced. I started grinding my clit as I lifted the clip up and pulled on it gently. The pain was incredible but contributed to an intense sexual arousal that was building in me. I felt something building and building in me that I have never experienced before. As I got closer and closer to orgasm I pulled on the clip harder and harder. When I finally came it was incredible. My hips thrust up into the air and I felt like my body was exploding before I passed out for a second. I don't think I was out very long, but when I came to I really felt like I had crossed a line that I could never go back across. The clothes pin was still on my nipple. When I released the clip I gasped as the pain jolted into my nipple as circulation returned. Then I surprised myself by putting the clip right back on along with one for the other nipple. I returned to the paperback slowly fingering myself as I read. The pain in my nipples grew hotter and hotter until I brought myself off again. This time I didn't pass out but my head was definitely reeling. It was incredible how fast I was cumming with the pain added in. Maybe my body knew the clamps would come off after I came so it subconsciously sped up my orgasms. The book's young girl continued her adventures with the janitor eventually being forced to suck him repeatedly and fuck him and his friends. I finished the book being careful to mark the best parts - those scenes where she was forced to do the most humiliating and degrading things and where her torture was the most severe. I looked at the clock and it was already 1PM. It was incredible how fast time flew by. I got up and made myself a sandwich, took a shower then started unpacking some boxes before my folks got home. I had to show something for my day at home. As I unpacked I kept obsessing about the paperback I had spent the morning reading. I couldn't wait to get back to the others. That night I pulled the second paperback from under the mattress and started reading. This was the story of a beautiful young bank teller who was caught embezzling to help support her ailing mother. The manager of the bank called her into his office and confronted her with video tapes. She was at the mercy of the evil bank manager! "Where do they come up with these plots?" I wondered to myself. If anything, this book was even nastier than the last. It had everything the first one had plus the manager made the young teller suck his penis clean after he had raped her ass and even pissed on her. Also, the manager's wife helped in her degradation forcing her to lick her pussy and asshole. The nastier it got the more turned on I became. I pulled one of the magazines from under the mattress and opened it to the hottest lesbian scene as I read on the teller's degradation at the hands of the bank manager's wife. I snapped the clothes pins onto my nipples and started masturbating myself. When the book described a scene in which the wife dildo fucked the poor teller's asshole I pressed my finger against my own asshole. It was the first time I had ever done that before. I wasn't lubed or anything so I wasn't getting any penetration. I put my finger up to my mouth to wet it before I even realized what I was doing. The musky scent hit me just as the finger entered my mouth. I pulled my finger out immediately a little disgusted. I looked at my finger closely and sniffed at it. I could smell the musty scent, but impulsively stuck the finger back into my mouth, sucking on it and swirling my tongue around it. I let out a little moan at my new found nastiness. I pulled my finger out of my mouth and firmly pushed it against my asshole. This time it slowly eased into my clinched asshole. It hurt a little but no more than the clothes pins still clamped onto my nipples. I worked the finger of my left hand in and out of my asshole as my right hand worked my pussy. As I thrust my hips off the bed the clothes pins shifted on my breasts caused pain to shot through my nipples adding to my ecstasy. I could tell I was approaching another intense orgasm and came hard just as I read about the manager's wife pissing into the poor teller's mouth. I must have passed out again because I woke to the sound of my dad getting ready for work. The magazine and book were still spread on the bed. One of the clothes pins had came off my nipple in the night but the other was still firmly clamped to my left nipple. I bit my lip as I gingerly pulled the clamp from my nipple. The pain was excruciating. The nipple was purplish and pressed flat. I tenderly massaged the nipple back into shape before telling myself I had to find a way to duplicate the painful sensation. I was definitely turning into a perv I said to myself. When I heard the door close I got up to go to the bathroom. My dad had pissed without lifting the lid as usual and as usual he had missed some. It completely infuriated my mom when he did that. I rolled some tissue to clean up after him when my memory of the piss play in last night's story struck me. Impulsively, I reached down and put my finger in one of the drops of piss. I rubbed two fingers together checking the texture of the urine before raising the fingers to my mouth and having a taste. There wasn't really enough to taste but the act of licking the piss off my finger was intensely thrilling. I kneeled down on the floor in front of the toilet and licked the remaining drops of piss off the seat as a throaty moan left my lips. This time I could taste a little bit of the acrid flavor of the piss. I knew then that I would taste it again. Man, I was a pervert. I dropped my panties and sat on the toilet and started to piss. As the urine flowed I reached my finger into the stream and brought my finger up to my lips to suck on. Then I reached my whole hand under the stream. I cupped my hand and filled my hand with my piss. I brought it up to my lips and tentatively stuck my tongue into the fluid before slurping the urine then licked my fingers clean. I gleefully repeated to myself that I was really becoming a pervert. It was incredible how I had changed in the two days since discovering the pornography. I ran back to my room and dove under the covers until I heard my mom moving around. I got up and had breakfast with her before she left for work. After she left I unpacked the rest of the boxes in the kitchen but my mind was on sex the whole time. It seemed like the handle of every kitchen utensil was a phallic item. By the time I was done unpacking I selected a ladle with a nice fat handle and a rolling pin for use in my next sex game. I went to my room with the ladle, rolling pin, and some hand lotion. I tied two clothes pins together with a length of string. I kneeled on the floor near the foot of the bed and lubed my asshole and the handle of the ladle and slowly eased it into my asshole. It was painful at first but it eased easily deep into my ass after I got past the thick part of the handle. Next I greased one end of the rolling pin and eased the handle into my pussy. Then I clamped the clothes pins onto my nipples and hung the string over one of the posts at the foot of the bed. I started to bear down on the rolling pin in my pussy as I pulled against the bed post. I string pulled taut and then started stretching my nipples. As I bore down on the rolling pin more and more of it disappeared into my stretched pussy. Between the handle in my ass and the rolling pin in my pussy I was stuffed full. I leaned back harder and harder against the clothes pins. The aching of my nipples was incredible. My nipples were getting more and more stretched. Finally I thrust myself back against and one of the clothes pins snapped off. I know it seems strange but I felt a strange kind of pride that I was able take the pain. I put the clothes pin back on my nipple and started over again. I was fascinated by the appearance of my nipples being stretched and elongated. I really started concentrating on getting the rolling pin into my pussy. I tried and tried but could not get past the handle to the main part of the rolling pin. I would have to practice a little to get the fat part of the rolling pin into me. After fucking myself through a couple of mind numbing orgasms I started to clean up before my parents got home. That night I started reading the last of the paperbacks. This one was about a rich woman whose car breaks down on a country road. She is kidnapped and gang raped by a motor cycle gang. Nothing in the book was anything different from the other two but there were so many more bikers and their girlfriends to abuse the woman. After to days of torturing my nipples they were really tender and it didn't take much anymore to get the painful sensations going. I masturbated well into the night again. I was awoken to my mom knocking on my bedroom door the next morning. "Honey, wake up. I need you to do some laundry today. If you hurry I can drop you at the laundry mat on my way to work," she said. We had breakfast together and packed the laundry baskets into the car. She drove me the two blocks to the nearest laundry mat and dropped me off. If wouldn't be too bad walking back to the apartment if I made a couple of trips. It was still pretty early so there weren't that many people there. I loaded up the washers and started reading Jehovah's Witness pamphlets that always seem to be in these laundry mats. After a few minutes a cab pulled up out front and the driver got out, pulled a couple of laundry bags out of the back seat and came inside. He was kind of a big guy with a beer gut, longish hair, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in about a week. He was wearing cut off gym pants and a dirty tank top. He came in started a few washing machines then he went back out to his cab where it looked like he was reading something. As I did my laundry and transferred everything to the dryer I noticed he would come in every few minutes to check on things then go back out to his cab again. When he came in to transfer his stuff to the dryers I went out to get some air. When I walked by his car I noticed the book sitting in the front seat of the cab and it was the evil banker and the poor teller porno paperback that I had! I couldn't believe it. My heart jumped into my throat. I don't know why but I became flushed and a little embarrassed like I had been caught doing something. I went back in and watched the guy more closely. He went out to his car and started reading again as my stuff started coming out of the dryer. As I folded my clothes I kept watching for him to come back in. When he came in my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his gym pants. He was definitely enjoying the book as much as I had. I was really staring at his penis before I noticed he was walking straight toward me. When I finally realized he was coming my way and looked up at his face he had already caught me staring. I was so embarrassed I averted my eyes and blushed. He walked up with a lewd smile and asked me if I was done with the laundry basket. I have never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life, but still a little turned on too. I mumbled that he could have the basket and started to pull the last of my laundry out of the basket. I don't now where it came from but I mumbled, "That looks like a good book you're reading." "Huh", he answered. "That looks like a hot book you're reading," and even managed to look him in the eyes before blushing and looking back down again. "Oh, do you like those kinds of books?" he asked. I said "Um-hmm, but I'm a little under aged and don't know where I can get any around here." "Well look," he said, "you can have this one when I'm done with it." "Thanks," I said. "Come by anytime and pick it up. I live on the corner of Maple and 17th and I'm home whenever the cab is out front." With that he rolled the cart away and started unloading the dryer. I finished doing my folding and started out the door with my first basket and walked home. By the time I got back for the second basket he was already gone. The rest of the day and that night I masturbated like crazy. I couldn't believe I had said those things to the guy. He was way older than me - maybe not as old as my parents but, way older than me. I imagined all kinds of scenes between us. I put him in the role of the janitor and me in the role of the school girl and all kinds of other nasty scenes. The next morning about 10AM I told my parents I was going out exploring the neighborhood and that I would be back later. "Be careful," my mom shouted as I walked out the door. 17th street was only three blocks away but I didn't know where Maple was. I got to Seventeenth, picked a direction and started walking. After about a half hour I gave up and turned the other way. When I passed where I started, I walked about three blocks before I noticed that the streets were named after trees. This got me a little more excited and picked up my pace. Within a few minutes I could see the old cab sitting on the corner a few blocks down the road. My heart was thumping with excitement my now and I was getting really turned on. By the time I got to the old wood frame house my pussy was sopping wet and my nipples were sticking out so far I was embarrassed. I couldn't believe I was so turned on. I went to the door and knocked and waited. After a minute there was no answer so I knocked again, louder this time. This time I could hear some movement and muttering inside. When the door swung open the guy from the laundry mat was standing in his shorts and nothing else. He looking at me and flashed a lewd grin, "Laundry girl. Come on in." He pushed the door closed behind me and told me to have a seat on the couch. The place wasn't as messy as I thought it would be but there was some old Taco Bell trash on the coffee table probably from the night before. He sat down next to me and grabbed the day old soda from the coffee table and started drinking what I was sure was day old soda diluted by the melted ice. "So, how have you been," he said as he started digging through the ash tray. "Okay," I said. "Yeah," he said as he pulled a large roach out of the ash tray and started to light it up. After taking a hit he passed it to me. I had smoked pot a couple of times with friends before I moved to town but didn't do it very often. I took a deep hit and started coughing. He said, "Let me get my books for you to check out," and walked into the next room. He came back in and dropped a box with two or three dozen nasty books in them. I started digging through the books while talking and sharing the joint with him. "Do you want to watch a movie," he asked as he reached for the remote. A hard core movie started playing. A girl was sucking one guy off as another fucked her from behind. I tried to seem casual but had a hard time watching the movie and flipping through his collection too. And to make matters worse I could see his cock start to get hard in his shorts. From the angle I was at I could see the head slowly start to peek out of the pant leg of his shorts. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off it, especially since I was getting pretty stoned. I must have spaced out because the next thing I know he nudged me on the shoulder with his hand and asked if I was OK. I looked up at him and he was smirking. I was embarrassed again. "Do you like what you see," he said laughing. I was so embarrassed and blushed. "You can touch it if you want", he teased. "Come on honey," he said, pulling the leg of his shorts up so that his cock stuck out. I tried but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It seemed so much larger than I expected. He moved closer to me on the couch as I kept staring at his cock. He slowly started stroking his cock and a small drop of fluid came out of the end of it. He scooped up the drop of fluid with his finger and raised it to my lips. I couldn't believe it but I opened my mouth and took his finger into my mouth as a thick moan left my lips. My head was reeling as I reached out to touch his cock. It was so hard and soft at the same time. I stared at his cock in fascination as I started to stroke it. He slid closer to me then pressed his lips roughly to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I had kissed a few guys before but this was nothing like that. They were tentative high school boys. His unshaven face was rough against my face and his kiss was almost violent. He broke the kiss and pulled away but left his hand at the back of my neck. He started to push my head down toward his penis. When his cock first made contact with my lips I thought I was going to cum right there. I didn't open my mouth though. I started rubbing his cock on my face just smearing his cock all over. I felt so nasty. Little moans and whimpering sounds were escaping my lips. I eased myself onto my knees between his legs as I continued to smear his cock against my face. When I got between his legs I started licking and kissing the length of his cock. I had never done anything like this with a boy before but it felt so right. I was finally getting to do the slutty things I read about. When I finally put the head of his cock in my mouth he moaned and said "Yeah, suck that cock," and reached down and started to roughly grope my breasts and pinch my nipples. I worked more of his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I was surprised at how much was left. How did those girls get a whole penis in their mouth? I tried to force more into my mouth but my gag reflex kicked in and I pulled off his cock. I rubbed it on my face as I panted for air. I tried again. Again I gagged but managed to get a little more in. I pulled up again panting for air again rubbing his cock on my face. By now there were tears on my face from the gagging and I was rubbing his cock in the sweat and tears that were on my face and my face was getting sticky. It felt so nasty. This time he put his hand on the back of my head and forced it down onto his cock. I struggled against him but his cock forced past some barrier and I had it all the way down my throat with my nose in his pubic hair. "Yeah girl, throat that cock," he said. I felt an incredible sense of accomplishment at being able to take his whole cock into my mouth. I started bobbing up and down on his cock still gagging sometimes when it hit the back of my throat. I must have been a real mess. "Don't just hold it in your mouth," he said, "suck on it." I didn't understand what he was trying to say. He pinched my nipple really hard and said "I said apply some suction to that Mother Fucker, slut." His forcefulness and cruelty scared me and excited me at the same and I finally understood what he meant. I frantically started really sucking at his cock head and he eased pressure on my nipple a little. "Yeah, that's a good cocksucker," he said. "You like sucking that cock don't you slut." I pulled off his cock and looked him in the eyes as I stroked his cock and said "I love your cock, Sir." I hadn't planned on saying Sir. It just slipped out. I went back to sucking his cock while he offered more instructions and continued to call me degrading names. "Yeah, you're my little cock sucking slut aren't you?" he asked. I moaned my "Yes, Sir" into his cock as I bobbed my head in his lap. "Swirl your tongue on my cock head, whore." I was in ecstasy and every degrading comment seemed to make me hotter. After a few more minutes he seemed to get even harder and the pre-cum started to flow. Finally he grabbed my hair and thrust his cock up into my face and started cumming. I coughed and sputtered as I tried in vain to swallow all of his load. It was way more than I expected and some of it escaped out of the corner of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I couldn't believe I had eaten my first load of cum. I continued to slurp on his cock enjoying the bleachy taste of the cum in my mouth. He twitched violently as I swirled my tongue across the head of his cock and pushed me away. "Yeah girl, that was good," he said stroking my hair. After a few seconds he got up, stepping out of the shorts that had pooled around his ankles and said "Man, I've got to piss". He started walking toward the bathroom. I impulsively got up and followed him into the bathroom. "Could you tie me up and pee on me, please," I blurted out. "Damn, you are a kinky little slut aren't you?" he said. I blushed and looked down and said "Yes, Sir, please". Again with the Sir, I said to myself. "Strip. I'll be right back," he said. I was down to my bra and panties when he came back with a bunch of rope. I could see his cock was starting to get semi-erect again. I finished pulling my bra off as he watched. "Hold out your hands," he said. I held my hands out for him and he quickly used the rough rope to secure bind them. "Get in the tub," he said. I stepped into the tub and knelt down. My face was about even with his cock as he pointed it at me. I sat for a couple of seconds looking at his cock expectantly before he let out a grunt and released a stream of urine onto my face. The feeling was indescribable. The nastiness, degradation and humiliation of having him piss on me was an incredible sensation. I let out a desperate moan as I opened my mouth to catch the stream of piss as it flowed from his cock and frantically swallowed as much of the flow as I could. I didn't know whether to try to drink every drop or feel it hit my face and hair and stream down my body. The flow finally started to taper off. I scooted forward to catch every drop that I could on my body. He put his now hard cock to my mouth and I took him in as he released a few last squirts. I whimpered in disappointment as he pulled out of my mouth. "Damn, you're a kinky little slut, aren't you?" he said. I blushed and looked down and mumbled "Yes, Sir." "Get out of there," he said. I stepped out onto the floor. "Lift your arms up," he ordered. I raised my bound hands and clutched at the shower curtain rod as he started rubbing my pussy through my panties which I never did get off. They were now totally soaked with my own juices and his piss which had streamed down my body. I ground my pussy into his hand as he worked his fingers into me. It didn't take long before I had the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had. My knees gave out and I let go of the shower rod as I sank to the floor unconscious. When I woke my panties were off and he was slapping his cock on my face. "Ah, my little piss whore is back," he said as my eyes fluttered open. He rubbed his cock on my face as I let out a moan. "Turn around," he commanded. As I got on all fours he stepped behind me and pressed his cock to my dripping pussy. I moaned as he thrust he cock into me in one rough thrust. My first ever fucking had started. He gripped my hips and started to stroke in and out of my cunt. From the beginning I was moaning loudly. I couldn't believe how good it felt. This was way better than the toys I had used on myself. After a few minutes I screamed as I came again. My bound arms which were holding my upper body gave way. Know only my ass was thrust up for him to use. As he continued to thrust into me I let out a groan of ecstasy as I felt him push a finger against my asshole. He painfully worked his finger into my asshole then pulled it out. I heard him spit and felt the spit hit the star of my asshole. He went back to working my asshole as he fucked my cunt. After easing one finger into me he pulled out and started working two fingers into me together. The burning pain only served to get me hotter. I became conscious of whimpering sounds that were leaving my mouth that I wasn't even aware I was making. As he got the two fingers into me as far as he could he pulled out and spit on his hand and went for three fingers. That was too much for me. As he twisted his fingers into me I had an explosive orgasm. My vagina and asshole clutched at him as I thrashed against him violently. I felt him speed his stokes then tense as he came into my cunt, then slumped over me. I collapsed onto the floor with his fingers still buried in my asshole. Slowly he rose and eased his fingers out of my ass. I heard him rise and wash his hands and step over me as I lay on the cool bathroom floor panting from the exertion of our fucking. After a few minutes I got up and went out to the living room. "Could you untie me please?" I asked holding my bound hands out to him. He worked the knots and removed the ropes. I went back into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit before dressing. My panties were still soaked with piss so I couldn't put them back on. I walked back into the living room, put my panties in my bag, and got up to leave. "Thanks," I said, "can I come back?" He rose to let me out with a grin on his face and said "Sure girl, anytime the cab is here, I'm home." I walked home in the afternoon heat. I could distinctly smell the odor of piss on me. I kind of felt guilty and all of my inhibitions returned as I walked home. My parents were out when I got home, thank God. I took and quick shower and sat around thinking about how I could have let it happen. The feeling of dread and guilt hung with me for a couple of days. By Wednesday I was started to feel indifferent about it and by Thursday I was actually starting to get turned on by the memories of what had happened and Friday night I was masturbating as vigorously as ever. Saturday morning I got up and was intent on going back to his house. I realized I never did even learn the name of the man who fucked me for the first time. I told my folks I was going out for a walk and headed for his house. As I approached his house my enthusiasm was burst as I rounded the corner and saw two other cars parked at his house. I was so frustrated! I walked past his house and continued down the street for a while then turned around hoping that the other cars were gone but they were still there. In frustration I walked back to my house. I sat around and moodily watched TV for most of the day. That night I masturbated desperately to fantasies of the cab driver abusing me. The next morning I walked back to his house. When I got there I was ecstatic to find just his cab in the driveway. I knocked on the door. He answered and greeted me with laundry mat girl again. "Come on in," he said holding the door open for me. "I came by yesterday, but someone was here," I said. "Oh, those were just some friends. You could have come in if you wanted." "No," I said, "it's alright." "Here let me give you my number. You can call before you come over next time," he said as he rose to get a pencil and paper. "Do you want to smoke a joint?" he asked as he handed he the slip of paper. "Sure," I said as I sat on the couch. He sat and reached under the couch and pulled out a tray with several joints on it. He lit one and handed it to me. I took a hit and handed it back and asked, "Can we watch another movie?" He left to get a tape. He returned and put a video in that was of an S&M dungeon scene. "I got this since the last time you were over," he said grinning at me. A woman was suspended in a wooden frame work with her nipples clamped with mean looking alligator clips with weighted ends. Another woman worked two dildoes into her one in here shaven pussy and one in her ass. Both of the women were very beautiful and it made me very hot watching them. As we finished the joint he rose and said "I got something else for you too." He came back with a bag which he emptied on the coffee table. It contained a collar, a pair of hand cuffs, some ankle and wrist straps, nipple clamps, a dildo, and rope. I picked up the dog collar and tentatively fingered the studs as I looked down at the gear. I couldn't believe that I was actually in the same room with bondage equipment. My pussy was absolutely weeping at the thought of using stuff. "Do you like it," he asked. "Yes, Sir", I answered blushing. He took the collar from my hands and put it around my neck. I could look him in the eyes as he fastened the clasp. "Strip," he said as he moved everything off of the coffee table. By the time I was done stripping he was tying a rope to each of the legs of the coffee table. When he was done he walked to me with the wrist straps which he fastened around my wrist. "Lie down," he instructed. I lay on the coffee table. "Scoot this way," we said pulling me so that my head was hanging down over the edge of the coffee table. He tied my wrists to two of the legs. He placed the straps around each ankle before pushing a pillow under my ass and then tying my ankles tightly. The pillow under my ass served to thrust my groin up and expose my cunt. I felt so vulnerable lying there. I was forced to look back and up because of the way my head hung over the edge. He left the room. I could here him rummaging around the bathroom and running water. After a few minutes he came back with a bowl of water, a towel, scissors, and a razor. A whimper left my lips as I realized what he was going to do. I was going to get my pussy shaved. "What are you doing?" I asked as I strained my neck up to watch as he moved between my legs. "I'm going to shave your pussy, slut," he answered. "Oh, no," I whimpered, but I really wanted it. I thought of how nasty I felt while I masturbated to the janitor shaving the helpless schoolgirl. I strained to raise my head to watch as he started to trim my pubes with the scissors. He occasionally brushed some hair away as he worked and I saw it fall to the sides. I dropped my head back from the strain occasionally but rose back as soon as I could to watch him again. He laid the scissors down then got a washcloth from the bowl which he held over my pussy as the warm water flowed onto my crotch. He lathered up his hand with some soap then started to rub the suds onto the stubble that remained of my pubic hair. I let my head fall back and whimpered in frustration as I felt him scrapping away at my pubes with the razor then strained to left my head and watch some more. How would I explain this to my mother if she saw or other kids in gym when school started next week? But my erect nipples and juicing pussy betrayed how horny having my snatch shaved was making me. Finally he got the wash cloth and wiped away and remaining soap. He checked his handiwork and I strained my neck to see my freshly shaved pussy. He got the razor and touched up a few areas before pouring lots of baby oil on my freshly shaved pussy. The sensation was incredible as he worked the oil into my pubic mound and pussy. I strained to watch him when I had the strength to hold my head up then dropped my head back, closed my eyes, and reveled in the sensations of him massaging my pussy. He started working the oiled fingers of one hand into my cunt while tweaking my clitoris with the other. I started groaning and thrusting my pelvis as I felt my orgasm approaching. I came hard, trying to thrust my pussy onto his finger. God I was becoming such a slut. "Yeah, did you like that," he said as I calmed down. "Mmm-hmmm," I moaned in response. He stood up, wiping his hands. He stepped around to my head and dropped his jeans as he approached me. Now I knew why he wanted my head leaning over the end of the coffee table I thought to myself as he moved his cock to my face. I opened my mouth to take him in. He pushed his cock into my throat in one thrust. The angle of my head must have made it easier. "Yeah," he groaned as I choked and gagged on his cock. He pulled out long enough for me to catch my breath before thrusting in to the hilt again. Tears flowed from my eyes as I gagged on his cock. I struggled against the bonds but it was completely useless. The only thing I could move was my head and I struggled to twist away from his cock. "Watch those teeth," he said slapping the side of my tit hard. He pulled out again allowing me to breathe briefly. Even though it was a struggle to breath it was strangely relaxing when he pulled out of my throat even though I knew he would be thrusting into my throat again. He repeated that cycle several times - putting his cock into my throat for several seconds before pulling out. I grew accustomed to it and took for granted that he would pull out. Then he jammed his cock into my throat then held it there. I don't know how long it was before I started to panic but it seemed like minutes. I started to struggle against the bonds and tried to move my head as he continued to force himself into my mouth. Finally when I was sure I would pass out he pulled out. I sputtered and coughed trying to catch my breath. Tears streamed down my face as I cried from the relief. "There, there," he said stroking my face, "do you want to stop?" I surprised myself by saying "No, Sir, please." "Okay, but you have to lick my asshole before I let you suck my cock anymore, OK?" "Yes, Sir, please," I answered. He turned around and lowered his ass to my face. I tentatively kissed the crack of his ass as I smelt the acrid scent of his ass. "Go ahead, little asslicker," he taunted me, "get that tongue up there." I stuck my tongue out and licked up the crack of his ass away from his hole before working back down the crack toward the star of his asshole. As I reached his asshole a tingle of lust shot through my body. How depraved I had become. I was actually licking someone's asshole. I even had to strain hard to keep my head up as I repeatedly ran my tongue over his puckered asshole. "Get your tongue in there," he ordered. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into his hole. I thought it strange that I couldn't really taste anything as I pushed my tongue into his ass. He started to stroke his cock as I continued to work on his asshole slurping and kissing at his hole. I was full of lust and completely depraved. After a few minutes he pulled away, turned around and pushed his cock into my mouth and came. He shuddered as I slurped lustily at his spent cock then pulled he pulled out of my mouth and groaned "Damn, girl." He sat back on the coach as I lay on the coffee table still desperately horny grinding my pussy into the air. "Please," I moaned turning my head to look at him. He started to rummage in the bondage gear. I could see the nipple clamps in his hands as he leaned toward me and let out a moan. He opened the clamps and lowered them onto my nipples. I let out a whimper and started to plead with him as he tightened the clamps. These were much more painful than clothes pins. "Oh," I moaned shaking my head from side to side. "Please, no". "Oh God." It was almost unbearable but intensely exciting. He stood up and slapped my on my bare pubic mound with a resounding crack. I tried to escape his slaps but was completely helpless as he began to spank my pussy. Oh, God, what had I gotten into I thought to myself. With one hand he spanked my pussy and with the other he reached over and started to pull on the chain holding the two nipple clamps together. I strained to raise my head and watch. My nipples were amazingly distended. Before my nipples got this stretched with the clothes pins one of the pins would snap off but the clamps wouldn't release because they were so much tighter and the sharp teeth of the alligator clamps held them in place. My pubic mound was bright read as he continued to spank my pussy and inner thighs. Tears started to stream down my face as I struggled in vain against the bonds. After what seemed like forever he slowed the spanking and started to lightly pat the top of my pussy right on the clit. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt myself approaching the edge of a tremendous orgasm. As I got closer I was panting and thrusting my pussy up to meet his slapping motion. Then he reached down and pinched my clit while pulling at the nipple chains simultaneously. It drove me over the edge. I dropped my head back and screamed as I exploded. I blanked out for a while. When I came to he was untying my bindings. When he was done untying me he helped me sit up. "I have to pee," I said. "Hold on," he answered. While he was away I fingered my now shaven and freshly spanked pussy. It looked so erotic seeing my pussy with no hair. He came back with a plastic cup. "Pee in here," he said handing me the cup. It was strangely embarrassing even after all we had been through to pee in front of him. I moved to the edge of the table and strained to force out my piss. "Relax," he told me. I was able to release a little squirt which helped me to let the rest go. My piss streamed into the cup half filling it before the stream tapered off. When I was done he looked and the cup and said "drink in and then you can go home." I raised the cup to my lips and started drinking my own piss looking over the rim at him as he watched me. "Next time you come over, call me first and I'll arrange something special for you," he said with his evil leering smile. I smiled back and said "Yes, Master" as I raised the cup to my mouth again. If you liked my story, comments are welcome at r200306@hotmail.com. I plan on writing 8 stories: 4 from the slave's perspective and 4 from the master's/mistress' perspectives in the following scenarios: Slave Scenario one: Male dom/male sub Slave Scenario two: Male dom/female sub Slave Scenario three: Female dom/female sub Slave Scenario four: Female dom/male sub Master Scenario five: Male dom/male sub Master Scenario six: Male dom/female sub Mistress Scenario seven: Female dom/female sub Mistress Scenario eight: Female dom/male sub <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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