THE INTERVIEW
"Is what I hear about you true?" The question came poised 
with a suggestive lilt in the voice, the tip of her tongue 
nervously exploring suddenly dry lips. Alex knew exactly 
what she was referring to, but years of paranoia forced him 
to skirt the issue. Better safe than sorry.

"It depends. What do you hear about me?" The first step in 
the game was being played, although the woman seated across 
from him didn't realize it. Getting a woman to admit, out 
loud, that she might be interested in his services 
represented a big step. And it was, he admitted, a bit of 
fun to watch them squirm as they struggled to politely 
articulate their desires, without seeming too interested.

The woman shifted in her seat, her fingers absently tapping 
on the sweat-soaked cocktail glass that sat between them. He 
watched as the beginning of a blush colored the tips of her 
ears, at the same time shading her delicate neck. It would 
be fun exploring this one, turning her. He loved all women, 
of all shapes and sizes. He was proud that he'd never 
rejected a woman in need based on her looks; everyone 
deserved a chance to grow. But at the same time, he didn't 
deny his own desires, the need for a woman who fit certain 
characteristics, as dictated by his hormones, experience and 
imagination. 

This woman, Melissa, more closely fit his ideal than any 
woman in a long time, save his wife. Fit and athletic, she 
measured about four inches shorter than his six feet. Nicely 
shaped, with smallish breasts, she had the larger butt that 
small-breasted women always seemed to possess. At least the 
ones that weren't bulimic or anorexic. Short blond hair 
nicely framed her classic face; the girl next door in her 
tomboy days. Her normally self-assured features now 
displayed embarrassment mixed with arousal. It was a look he 
knew very well.

"Is it true what Ann told me?" she tried again, hoping to 
shift the onus of conversation onto him. It was the play of 
a woman who likes to be in control, he decided. But the 
topic of conversation had placed her on uneven ground. He 
could rescue her, of course. Rescue and manipulate her. But 
he liked these first steps of the game too much. And toying 
with her now would only help her to appreciate what was to 
come. No! What might come, he admonished himself. Never 
assume you know where it's going to lead.

He threw her a little line. "Well, Ann introduced the two of 
us for a reason. What do you think it is?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, the pink on her 
ears darkening just a bit. "Well, Ann said you helped her 
out a while ago. Helped her...grow." He smiled, having 
anticipated this direction. For some, it was easier to talk 
of such things in the third person, to explore the subject 
before allowing it to become more personal. He felt faintly 
disappointed that they would follow this path, but 
experience taught him that the more in-control a woman 
acted, the less likely she could say "I need."

He nodded at her, his smile encouraging, as she continued, 
"She said that when some people need a little extra in their 
lives, you can provide it."

It was always tempting to go in for the kill here, to get 
right to the point. And the urge with this sexy woman 
manifested more strongly than usual. Instead, he tried a 
different tack. "It sounds as if you don't approve of Ann's 
decision."

"No, no, I didn't mean that at all," she exclaimed, her fear 
of being misunderstood brushing away the embarrassment of 
the subject. "I can see where some women might need that in 
their lives. Where some might have had a bad childhood, or 
whatever, and want more, um, structure. But as long as I've 
known her, Ann's always had it together. I mean, she and her 
husband have the perfect marriage."

She left it hanging there as a challenge. She's ready, Alex 
thought. Let's get her involved. "Let's talk about having 
the perfect marriage, and being the perfect Mom. Take 
yourself for example. How long have you been married?"

"About seven years," she replied, her hands back to toying 
with the glass.

Seven years, five months and fourteen days, Alex pulled from 
his vast internal file on this woman. "And your husband, he 
has a full-time career? And you have, what, two children?" 
She nodded. "And you work full time? Again she nodded. "So 
let's say, here you are, the modern American woman, you've 
got a full-time career with all these responsibilities, and 
you come home and you've got two children and a husband to 
take care of, and more responsibilities with the house. Are 
you with me so far? Have I exaggerated anything?"

She smiled, acknowledging in the set of her shoulders and 
the lifted chin that everything rang true. 

"And so here you have to make dozens of decisions a day. The 
ones you make at work are dependent upon the reputation 
you've built up there, right? And the ones you make at home 
depend upon the trust you've built with your husband. His 
name is Jack, right?"

She nodded at him, this time a fleeting suspicion crossing 
her face before her mask of measured interest slipped back 
on. It's too late, thought Alex. You and I are heading to 
the same place.

"OK. So suppose, just suppose, that this woman wants to take 
a break from making decisions. A vacation's not going to do 
it, because there's all that planning, and everybody still 
relying on her. She could stay home, but there's the kids. 
She could head off with hubby, but he still needs some 
pampering. And besides, she really needs more than just a 
break from decisions. She needs to get out of that rut. 
She's in a rut everywhere. At work, at home, with her 
friends, even in the bedroom. Why, when she and her husband 
make love, they choose from five positions, tops. Or more 
accurately, he chooses. The few times she gets what she 
wants, it's packaged to feel like a gift, instead of 
something she deserves. With me so far?"

She leaned forward in her seat, her blouse opening so he can 
see the bra cups, if he was so inclined to look. Keep your 
eyes on her eyes, Alex told himself. Now's not the time to 
get caught up in lust. Never underestimate an intelligent 
woman. "So you're thinking, 'you know, if I could just get 
out of that rut in the bedroom, it'll help me get started on 
the rest. And it's just my husband I have to change.' But 
it's not that easy, is it? Because you've got this need not 
to be in charge conflicting with this need to initiate 
change, which would put you in charge. Right? 

"Now, suppose that there is a way to not be in charge in the 
bedroom, but to still try new things. I think you know what 
it is. I think you and Ann have talked about it. I think 
you've been thinking about giving your husband total 
control, in a controlled situation."

He watched as she took a long, slow sip from her glass. 
This, finally, was what she had come to talk about. Though 
she tried to create an air of disinterest, he could see the 
interest in her eyes. Why do so many people try and deny 
their interest in discussing sex, he wondered for the 
millionth time.

"There's a problem with that plan, though." He watched as 
several emotions flew across her face. He saved her from 
further confusion, "Suppose you suggest that to your 
husband. From a guy's point of view, what is he going to 
think? One, what's wrong with the way things are right now? 
We're doing it twice a week. I make sure she has an orgasm 
every so often. What's to change? Two, sure, I'd like to be 
able to do the harem thing, order her to do everything I 
want. But what would she think of me afterward? Would she 
think I'm some sort of pig? And, of course, you'd share 
those same reservations. What will he think of me if I 
suggest that he, oh, spank me for instance, or force me to 
expose myself to another man?"

Alex paused for a sip of his drink, noticing the small bumps 
her hardened nipples made against her blouse. He was pleased 
to have gotten such a positive reaction to those two 
'hypothetical' suggestions. It was important to determine a 
woman's desires early in the game. 

"So we get down to the crux of it," he continued. "What if a 
woman could have a safe, short-term alternative to going to 
her husband and pleading for a change? What if there existed 
someone who could help her out of this rut, could direct her 
growth. Someone she could trust implicitly, because her 
friends trusted him. Would you be interested in meeting such 
a person?"

"You're married," she noted, nodding to his wedding ring. 
No, thought Alex, what you want to say is that you're 
married, and you want to know how you can rationalize 
cheating on your husband. He decided to inject some doubt 
into the conversation, to see what she would do. "Yes, I'm 
married. And, I'd like to take this moment to remind you of 
two things: so far, we've only talked in hypotheticals, and 
I never said I'd be this person you want to meet."

At this news she visibly sank in her chair, her mask of 
studied indifference falling away, hopefully never to be 
seen again. Finally I get to see the real Melissa, Alex 
thought, just a little turned on by the confusion in her 
eyes. With luck, I'll get to see more of that.

"I say that," he continued, "because there have been women 
who have tried to take advantage of this conversation, for 
the purpose of blackmail or some other kind of leverage. Not 
that I believe that to be the case right now. For instance, 
if you were a cop, there wouldn't be nearly enough evidence 
to convict. And if you do have blackmail in mind, you should 
know that my wife knows about everything, and allows it, 
because although she likes to experiment with alternatives, 
she knows my needs are a little stronger. So as far as my 
wife goes, she knows the truth."

Deftly, Alex switched from the hypothetical to reality, 
drawing her along with the current. "In terms of your 
husband, were you to pursue this, the choice would be 
entirely up to you. I have counseled couples together, but 
frankly, it doesn't sound like your husband would be 
interested. In fact, I make it a rule to only take couples 
where the husband approaches me first. That way, I know he's 
on line with this, and he won't come searching for me with a 
gun. 

"Also, I have protections that would allow me to prove that 
anything that happens would be consensual. As to what most 
women tell their husbands, well, most decide that silence 
does the least harm, and makes it easiest to generate the 
most good. Again, the choice is up to you. I will say that 
if you decide to tell your husband, that you tell me in 
advance, because there's a certain form that I'd want him to 
sign."

He sat back as she took a moment to digest all this. He 
could tell she hadn't decided on the overall concept yet, 
but if she went with it, she wouldn't be telling her 
husband. Lack of communication kept him in business, but it 
was still a very sad state of affairs...so to speak. 

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her hardened 
nipples once again creating small nubs in her blouse. This 
time Alex allowed himself to appreciate her as a sexual 
being, pleased that she accepted his gaze without 
condemnation. "If I agree, what would be the next step?" she 
asked, straightening in her seat. 

"Should you agree, the next step would be for you to buy me 
dinner, at which point we would work out all the details. 
But Melissa, before you make a decision, it's important for 
me to know that you understand what you're getting into. 
What exactly would happen between us?"

He marveled once more at how easy it was to go from the 
hypothetical to reality. How very, very, easy. She blushed 
full face this time. "We...we would, you know, have sex, and 
you would tell me what to do. And, I, I would try things I 
haven't, you know, tried with Jack."

He smiled reassuringly, glanced around to ensure their 
privacy, then looked intently into her face. "Sort of," he 
agreed. "More accurately, you would agree to be my sex 
slave, totally submissive to my wishes. For the entire five 
hours we're together each time, you will be totally under my 
control. You will dress as I tell you, undress as I tell 
you, speak as I tell you, do as I tell you, and be rewarded 
and punished at my whim." He warmed to his topic, pleased to 
see her face flush again, and not from embarrassment. "You 
will be expected to do everything I say, with enthusiasm, 
without question."

He leaned even closer. "If, for instance, I order you to 
play with yourself, you will. If, for instance, I order you 
to suck me off, you will. If I order you to show your tits 
to some teen in a party store, you will. If I feel you need 
a good spanking, you will immediately prepare yourself for 
it. If I want you to talk dirty, you will. If I want you to 
crawl naked through the mud, you will. If I order you to 
debase yourself, you will." He watched her carefully after 
each suggestion, noting her reactions for future reference. 
"You will do everything you're asked, trusting that I know 
your limits, and that I would never allow any harm to come 
to you. And because you're only doing as you're told, 
there's no judging or guilt involved. That's what you would 
be agreeing to."

She sucked the last of her drink from the glass as he got up 
to leave. "The choice is yours," he stated, leaving her to 
her thoughts with a warm smile. "The choice is yours."


THE DECISION
Melissa felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and 
smiled. She'd known by Jack's mood all evening that he'd 
want some that night. Accordingly, she'd dressed for the 
possibility, wearing just a short t-shirt and panties. She'd 
long ago given up trying to wear lingerie to excite him; he 
liked her better in something she might wear to the beach.

What scenario will it be tonight, she wondered. Jack only 
had a few different ways to approach her, and since she 
never failed to accommodate him, he tended to stick to the 
tried and true. She murmured encouragement as his left hand 
brushed over her arm and captured her breast. Jack loved to 
fondle her breasts almost as much as he liked to fuck, which 
lately wasn't saying much. Squeeze, squeeze, pinch, pinch, 
rub, rub; his sequence never seemed to change. She nestled 
back against him, not surprised to find him already hard. 
She hardly ever wondered anymore whether she inspired him 
so, or whether it was the fake beauties he watched every 
night on the Playboy Channel. Truth be told, it hardly even 
mattered.

She reached down and squeezed his dick. In response, his 
hand left her breast and traveled down her stomach, sliding 
inside her panties. Only by hunching his back could he reach 
down to her sex, and he waited not a moment on the outside 
before plunging his finger inside her. She let out a moan. 
She very much wanted to be eaten tonight, to orgasm hard 
enough to drain the tension from her. But this particular 
scenario didn't allow such a personal touch. Jack wanted 
straight sex, on top, quick, clean and urgent. At least this 
way wasn't as bad as when he had a few beers with the guys. 
Then he did his 'Me Tarzan' routine, plunging inside her 
without the least bit of foreplay. Sometimes he didn't even 
remove her clothes, just stretching her panties aside.

Other times he played the sensitive lover, bathing her body 
in kisses, licking her until she orgasmed. Occasionally he 
did the please, please me thing, pulling her hand to his 
dick, and encouraging her to do her best to pleasure him. 
And that was about as imaginative as it got. 

So she wasn't surprised when he rolled her on her back, 
pinning her arms to the bed while positioning his torso 
between her legs. She looked down, seeing the heaviness of 
his dick stretching the front of his boxers. Even in the 
gloom, she could see dark, wet spots freckling his shorts; 
he'd been playing with himself for some time. 

She decided to try to get him more involved. "Jack," she 
purred, "what if you tied me up, right here, right now? Then 
I'd be helpless...you could have your way with me." She'd 
tried this before, but maybe now, in this aroused state...

"Why would I do that when I have you right where I want 
you," he murmured, before sliding his tongue into her mouth 
and cutting off any reply. 

They kissed passionately, and Melissa did her best to try 
and reach the back of his throat wtih her tongue, which 
always drove him wild. I can pretend, she thought. I can 
pretend that my arms are strapped to the bedposts, and this 
man is having his way with me. Just then, she felt his 
weight shift backwards, and her arms released from the bed. 
Clumsily, he removed his boxers, and then slid her panties 
off, pausing just a moment to press his fingers to her sex. 
Then he slid her t-shirt up, stopped only to lick each 
nipple, positioned himself over her, and slid his dick 
smoothly inside of her. 

She tried to find the illusion again but it evaded her. 
Instead, all she could see was her sweaty husband bobbing in 
and out of her, doing it all his way, but expecting her full 
cooperation. As per the script built up over seven years, 
she spread her legs wide at first, giving him full access 
without much friction. Occasionally, she would lift her legs 
high, which gave her some modicum of pleasure, but to which 
Jack objected, pushing her legs back down. Finally, when he 
told her he was close, she would put her legs flat against 
the bed, making herself tight for him. He always orgasmed 
inside of her, always pulled out right away, always flopped 
back to his side of the bed, always gave her breast a quick 
squeeze, and always said, "Wow, that was great." Tonight he 
followed the script to the letter. Again.

As she searched for her panties on the floor, Melissa 
thought back to Alex's proposition. I'm gonna go for it, she 
decided. She didn't know what surprised her more. That she'd 
made that decision. Or that she'd made it with her husband's 
semen still dripping from her vagina. 


THE ORIENTATION
Alex watched Melissa carefully cut and eat her chicken, as 
precise in this as she seemed to be in every aspect of her 
life. As always, he admired the courage it took to try such 
a radical thing as he proposed. He hoped she would have the 
courage to see it through. She could grow through it, 
release some of that ever-present tension, and have some 
much needed fun along the way.

Occasionally, he'd see signs on her face of the struggle 
raging inside. She wanted to know what came next. She wanted 
to talk about it now. But evidently balancing that 
impatience was the decision to let him lead. He was already 
taking control. And though it made her somewhat afraid, he 
could tell that it reassured her as well.

After finishing their meal, and allowing Melissa to pay for 
it, they retreated to his car, parked at the edge of the 
lighted parking lot. He took the drivers seat, she sat on 
the passenger side. A nearby streetlight cast just enough 
light so he could read her face, which looked just a little 
more frightened. She probably thinks we're going to start 
right now, he thought, smiling inwardly.

"Before we do anything, you need to sign this little 
contract I made up. It's not legally binding in a court of 
law, but it will protect both of us. Basically, it says that 
we're doing this as a form of sexual therapy, and that any 
money that changes hands is for the payment of services 
rendered to that end. In theory, this will keep me out of 
jail for prostitution. In practice, it's just a little extra 
protection. And if you decide not to go through with this, 
I'll shred my copy in your presence."

Melissa signed quickly, checking the box stating that she 
did not and would not reveal his identity to her husband or 
anyone else, without Alex's express permission. He then 
showed her a copy of his latest STD and AIDS test, and gave 
her the name of two doctors where she could go for her test, 
plus a place to leave the results for him. On money, he'd 
decided to charge her the full rate, but not the premium 
one, based on the credit and income information he'd gotten 
from his sources. With someone as sexy as her, it was always 
tempting to lower the rate to better her chances of 
acceptance. But, he cautioned himself, many times the pretty 
ones were the most trouble. As it was, she barely flinched 
when he quoted a price of $350 a session, plus expenses, 
with her picking up dinner, room costs and the like.

"And the next step is..." she asked, shifting a little 
uncomfortably in her seat.

"The next step is that we set up for Session One, and you 
prove to me that you're capable of following my instructions 
to the letter. Remember, if you go into this thing with your 
full enthusiasm, you'll get more out of it than you ever 
dreamed. 

"So here's what I want you to do," he continued. "We'll be 
meeting again exactly one week from today at 5:30 pm. You'll 
get the exact location when you drop off your test results; 
we'll assume for now that you're free of any little 
critters. The morning of your first session, I will call and 
reserve a room in your name. When you arrive, all you have 
to do is claim your reservation and pay for it. I recommend 
cash. Walk up to the room, knock on the door, and I'll let 
you in."

He gave her a soft smile. "Of course, there's a few tasks 
you'll have to perform between now and then." As expected, 
she glanced down at her clothing, and then around the 
parking lot. He laughed. "Relax. Tonight's activities are 
limited to orientation only. The first thing I want you to 
do is buy some special clothes to wear that night. I'm 
thinking a nice garter ensemble...bra, high-cut panties, 
garter, stockings, a little throat piece. In...blue, I 
think, to go with your eyes. Lacy, too. And sheer. 

"Wear the panties so you can take them off without removing 
the garters. Wear high heel shoes, but not so big that you 
can't walk. Over that, wear your usual business attire. 
Skirt or slacks, your choice. You're not going to be wearing 
it for long. On to other things. Don't bring your purse 
in...just your car keys. Believe it or not, one woman tried 
to tape record our session for blackmail, so I'm very 
paranoid about that. Obviously, you want to shave your legs 
that morning. I don't want to waste time on that. Are we 
clear so far?"

"I think so," she replied, concentrating on what he said.

"Good. If you disappoint me, you'll know it. Now, remember, 
once you walk in that door, you're mine. I own you. You have 
to do everything I say, no matter how embarrassing it may 
feel. You have to trust me that I know what I'm doing, that 
I'm taking you where you want to go, even though the path we 
use to get there may seem to be going the wrong way. Now, I 
want you to remember this word: Blazer. If I should ask you 
to do something you can't possibly do, could never force 
yourself to do, you just say 'Blazer.' Using it doesn't mean 
I won't make you follow my orders, but it does alert me to 
your discomfort. In all the times I've done this, only three 
women have used their word. And in only one case did we 
change direction."

"Blazer," she said under her breath, committing it to 
memory. 

"Your first session is going to be tough," he continued. 
"You're going to learn how to relinquish all control, how to 
act like a slave, and how to please your master. Would you 
like to know a little about what we'll do?"

He knew she did, just by the way her breathing shortened. 
"Yes."

"OK, just a small preview. First, I'll teach you your place 
in the world. You'll strip for me, show off your body, as 
though you were a slave that I'd just purchased. Next, 
you'll learn how I like my women to act, how I insist that 
they greet me, and what parts of your body that I consider 
most important. Then, we'll work on your positions. There 
are several positions that you must be able to take at the 
drop of a hat, all designed to please me. Finally, I'll use 
you for my own pleasure. And if you're a good girl, a sexy 
girl, and an obedient girl, I may let you have an orgasm. 
Although that's by no means guaranteed."

He watched as she nervously spread and closed her legs, 
obviously turned on but scared at the same time. Good. He'd 
given her something to think about all week. And if she had 
the guts to show up next week, she'd be all the more 
prepared.


SECOND THOUGHTS
Melissa turned off the car and looked thoughtfully at the 
hotel wing. Not surprisingly, Alex had specified a suite at 
the back, away from all the other business travelers. And in 
the middle of the week it was unlikely someone would check 
in next door. Besides, Alex seemed to have an accommodation 
with the desk clerk, or else how could he get into the room 
before she had paid for it? She wondered just how much the 
desk clerk knew.

During the preceding week she'd been a bundle of nervous 
energy. Whenever she tried not to think about today, it 
would spring to mind that much more vividly. And often the 
damning thoughts would float into her mind completely 
unbidden, sometimes even getting her wet with anticipation. 
She'd even had erotic dreams during the week, in which Alex 
or someone else held her captive, and she was forced to 
trade sex for food. Fragments of these dreams haunted her, 
and their appearance often turned into elaborate daydreams. 
Several times, while Jack watched sports in the living room, 
she retired to bed early and masturbated, something she'd 
rarely done since the boys were born.

The previous night had been especially frustrating. She had 
an insatiable need for Jack to just take her, wham-bam-no 
questions maam. It would've been a perfect night for his 
Tarzan routine. But no, he'd come to bed all wimpy and 
sensitive. "What do you want?" he'd whispered in her ear. 
"Tell me just how you want it." She tried to tell him to 
take her, now, like an animal. But he persisted in making 
her make all the decisions. And even though she had ordered 
him to take her, the very order itself took away all the 
power, and the act was just as routine and mechanical as the 
last few years had been. 

Her pager shook her from her reverie. Someone at the office 
needed her to make a decision. Well, they would just have to 
wait. She was going to get fucked. 

She tentatively knocked on the door. "Come in," she heard a 
muffled voice say from within. Trying the door, she found it 
locked. Well, how...oh, duh. You've got a key, dummy, she 
told herself. 

It didn't take long for her eyes to adjust inside. Nearly 
every light was on, though the drapes were drawn. The room 
was the same type she'd stayed in on several business trips, 
the same chain with locations around the country. Fireplace 
(unlit), mini-kitchen, love seat and stuffed chairs, dining 
table and chairs, obligatory TV and VCR, and a separate 
bedroom. Alex sat facing her in one of the chairs, dressed 
in black jeans and a black t-shirt. 

"Put your keys in the box in the closet," he ordered, 
nodding to her right. She bent and had just dropped her keys 
in when his voice interrupted, "No, no. That's not right. I 
like my women to bend from the waist, none of that mamby-
pamby kneeling stuff. From now on, whenever you have to 
bend, do it at the waist. Pick up your keys and do it 
again."

What the hell? Confused, she bent to get her keys so she 
could drop them again, when he addressed her again, an edge 
to his voice, "What part of that did you not understand? I 
want you to bend at the waist every time! Not that you need 
to know, but I like to look at your butt. Now if you're 
gonna do this, you're gonna do it right. You do still want 
to do this, don't you?"

"Yes," she replied, voice trembling, feeling disconcertingly 
off-balance.

"OK, then. I'm giving you two points for that. Every time 
you do something that I don't like, I'm gonna give you 
points. It's up to you to keep track of them. If you forget 
how many, I'll estimate it...and I tend to go on the high 
side. Now, let's try it again," he ordered.

This time she carefully bent at the waist, staying in that 
position for several seconds at his command. For the first 
time, she noticed the sounds of a radio emanating from the 
box. She was too afraid to ask why.

"Good. Now come over here so I can get a closer look at 
you." She stood before him, feeling his eyes undress her. Of 
course, he will be undressing me soon. And then he'd see how 
wet her panties already were. She'd decided to wear a 
business pant suit for the day. She'd changed into her new 
sexy underwear in the women's lounge at work; she didn't 
want to explain to Jack why she would want to go to work in 
such an uncomfortable get-up. Even at his densest, Jack 
would notice that.

She spun slowly at Alex's bidding. "Take off the jacket, put 
it in the box, and return to me."

It would get wrinkled, but somehow she knew any protest 
would be futile...and maybe dangerous. "Two more points!" he 
called out, when she forgot to bend at the waist. Damn! That 
made what, four? Getting points couldn't be good. She picked 
her jacket up, and did it again, thrusting her butt out and 
receiving sarcastic applause for her effort.

She could just up and leave at any time, she reminded 
herself, standing again in front of Alex, this time with her 
arms stretched high above her head. As she faced him, she 
saw the predatory look in his eyes, the unhidden lust. I 
could leave, she repeated. If only I wasn't so hot.


INITIATION
Alex admired the lines of her body as she stood before him. 
In her tight blouse and pleated pants, she could easily be 
dropped into a harem movie, or play a serving girl. Good 
thing I don't work at this one's company, he thought. I'd be 
hard all the time. He had her spin around one more time, her 
arms stretched high over her head. Sometimes a move like 
this in front of a stranger could feel more prying to a 
woman than if she was naked.

From his conversations with Melissa, he knew she wasn't 
comfortable with the stares she usually drew from men. Even 
with her husband she was discrete; they always made love in 
the dark, though she had many rationalizations for that. 
Soon, he'd know more than her husband about her body. It 
would make her very uncomfortable. Which is why Alex liked 
this part so much.

He allowed his eyes to linger on her breasts, trying to 
discern the exact contours through her blouse. He felt 
himself hardening, turned on by the potential of the 
situation. He had to decide which direction to take. Was he 
taking it easy on her because his instinct told him to slow 
down? Or because he didn't want her to bolt? Probably more 
of the latter. Time to change that.

"I want you to remove your blouse now. First, untuck it from 
your slacks, and then unbutton it from the bottom up. Let it 
fall open when you're done."

He watched closely as she followed his directions, never 
looking him straight in the eye. When she began to shrug it 
off her shoulders he stopped her with a quick "No, wait for 
my command. Add four points to your total. And now you can 
let your top slide to the floor." 

She'd selected a royal blue bra, with entirely too much 
lace, as it covered far too much of her breasts. Worse, the 
fabric was too thick, as he could not see the sexy dark 
outlines of her nipples, only the small bumps marking their 
arousal.

"Not bad...but not great. Now, face to my left, and unhook 
and unzip your slacks. Good. Pull them down off your hips, 
and then, bending at the waist, pull them all the way to the 
floor, and hold that position. I want to get a good look at 
my new slave."

The panties were sufficiently high cut, with the garters 
disappearing below the blue satin, signalling that she'd 
following his directions pertaining to the order in which 
she'd dressed. He admired her slim, trim legs, and the curve 
of her firm butt. He especially liked the way the slip of 
fabric disappeared within the rounded flesh, all but begging 
him to go find it. All in all, this Melissa was a sexy, 
supple package. He couldn't imagine living with her and not 
exploring the whole gamut of sexual expression. Well, some 
men just didn't know how lucky they were.

He circled around her, aware of his growing erection, and 
his growing power over her. "It's time for you to learn the 
facts of life. Number one: while you are in this room, I own 
you, completely, without question. You are like a tool to 
bring me pleasure. I can use you however I want. If I want 
you to suck me for five hours, you will do it. If I want to 
film you playing with yourself, I will. And you'll do 
exactly as I say."

He ran his fingers down her spine, enjoying the feel of her 
body shuddering at his touch. "Number two: You are no longer 
a woman here, a fellow creature of mankind. You are now an 
animal, a creature to do man's bidding. My bidding. No act 
will be too perverse, no order too obscene. Because you are 
an animal, no longer bound or protected by the rules of 
man."

He motioned her to sit in the armless chair in the middle of 
the room, touching her hair, shoulders and arms as he 
circled her. Her eyes tracked him fearfully, but her erect 
nipples, wet panties and shortened breathing told him she 
was enjoying this, at least on one level.

"Number three: This body of your's, these legs, your ass, 
your tits, only serve to make more attractive your most 
important part...your cunt. The only reason you can walk 
around is to carry your cunt from man to man. When you 
spread your legs, it's because every cock belongs in your 
cunt." As he'd predicted, she'd flinched every time he'd 
said one of the two C's: cock and cunt. She didn't feel 
comfortable around dirty language. But language was power, 
as she'd soon learn.

"Number four: Because you are an animal, my animal, we will 
use the language of animals. You no longer have breasts and 
a vagina. You have tits and a cunt. You no longer perform 
oral sex. You suck my cock. You'll show me your ass. You'll 
lick my balls. You'll play with your pussy. You'll jack me 
off. You'll do it all dirty, because you're just an animal 
to be used. Used by me."

He'd done this speech almost a hundred times, changing it 
along the way for maximum effect. And he was getting exactly 
the effect he wanted with this one. Part of her was 
confused, vulnerable. But a larger part was turned on. She'd 
wanted to be stripped of responsibility, to be pushed out of 
her rut, and now she was getting her fantasy, and then some. 

He paused behind her, silent for a moment, and rested his 
hands on her shoulders. He welcomed her flinch, and then 
slowly, deliberately, slid his hands down her chest, his 
fingers slipping beneath the bra, pressing against the 
mounds of her tits. He palmed both of them, squeezing and 
releasing several times, enjoying the warm softness, before 
bending to whisper in her ear. "Number five: Because I own 
you, I want you to be the best. And the only way to assure 
that is through discipline. You will be spanked, often, 
without mercy, to help you remember who is in charge. Those 
points you're racking up are punishment points, and each one 
equals one swat. Right now you have eight, just enough to 
give your ass a nice pink color. And I like giving 
spankings." 

He released her breasts and leaned her forward, unclipping 
her bra strap in the back. "Take off that bra. It's ugly," 
he ordered harshly. "I thought I told you I wanted it sheer. 
Already you're disappointing me. Add five more points to 
your total."

He walked around to face her, pleased to see she looked 
chastened. She had nice tits, good-sized B's, that didn't 
need any support from a bra. Somewhat pointy-shaped, they 
were capped with quarter-sized pink aureolas, and buttonish 
brown nipples. Her nipples conveniently pointed up and out, 
where a man could easily suck them from many positions. 

His erection throbbed. From here he could follow many paths, 
as long as he accomplished the short list of goals he'd set 
for this session. It was time for a personal pleasure break.

"Kneel," he ordered her, putting her head at his belt level. 
She licked her lips, but he decided to throw her a curve. 
"Untie my shoes...with your teeth." She paused only a moment 
before bending far down, putting the laces in her mouth and 
tugging on them. He admired the slope of her back, the hard 
nubs of her spine disappearing back into the valley between 
her ass cheeks. She sat back up, interrupting his view. "Did 
I tell you to sit up?" he demanded. "Add two more points to 
your total, and now lean back down there!"

He had her remove his shoes with her hands, and tug off his 
sock with her teeth, precipitating a balancing act that he 
could've avoided with a chair, but didn't for fear of 
showing his own lack of preparedness. Finally, he brought 
her back to her kneeling position. The nearness of her face 
to his groin made him sway with anticipation.

"Undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and pull the zipper down." 
He waited as she completed this task. "Now, holding the 
waistband of my boxers in your teeth, pull my pants down." 
The hot feel of her skin against his waist was heavenly, as 
was the way he felt her tremble against him. "Now pull my 
jeans from my legs, and return to your kneeling position."

Time for the first lesson. "My cock is your real master, and 
it's time for you to make your first promise. So repeat 
after me: This cock is the most important cock in my life. I 
will do anything for and to it. I will lick it, suck it, 
hold it, rub it, touch it, fuck it, and welcome it into any 
part of my body, especially my cunt. I promise to serve this 
cock as well as I can, and expect to be punished if I don't. 
I give my body to this cock."

Alex carefully listened as she repeated his words, phrase by 
phrase, stumbling just a bit over the two C words. He'd take 
care of that soon. But first...

He folded his arms across his chest, towering over her. 
"Now, pull my cock out with your hands, and make sure you 
expose my balls, too." Her hands were cool against his skin, 
a small oasis amid the heated surface of his skin. "Start, 
with your tongue, at the base of my balls, and lick all the 
way to the tip of my cock, pausing there to kiss it." Her 
soft, pliant tongue left a delicious trail of saliva up the 
underside of his tool, and the kiss on his circumsized head 
was warm and sensuous. She even licked some of the pre-cum 
from the tip. 

He walked her through it for several minutes, instructing 
her on how he liked to be sucked, licked, nibbled and 
catered to. She had a talented mouth, and he decided then 
and there to take as much advantage of it as possible. 
Finally, as the pressure neared the exploding point, he 
pushed her away, telling her she'd done a fair job, although 
it had been exquisite.

Now it was time for a little visual stimulation, to give his 
body a little rest. He ordered her to pull the ottoman 
close, and had her bend over and lean on it, facing away 
from him. Her shapely ass stood only inches from his face. 
He admired the muscles in the backs of her legs, the 
firmness of her butt, and the way her tits hung down 
underneath. Too bad her panties weren't sheer enough to 
expose her pussy; he always liked how that first glimpse 
enhanced his pleasure. Still...

"Pull your panties down without leaving this position. Make 
sure you kick them away. I want you to be able to spread 
your legs far apart."

She looked back at him warily, using first one hand and then 
the other to slide her panties back over her butt, and down 
to the floor, where she kicked them off. All of Alex's 
attention, however, was focused on the smooth slit in front 
of his face. The pungent smell of her wafted back to him. He 
loved to see them this way, vulnerable, unable to see what 
he was doing, and ready for the taking. However much this 
one strained to see, she could only rely on her sense of 
touch and hearing. Not knowing would make her feel 
vulnerable, and ultimately heighten the pleasure.

EXPLORATION
Melissa felt the roughness of his hands on her butt, first 
the right cheek and then the left. What was he doing back 
there? She longed to be taken. She'd been ready for it for 
ages now. With Jack, there was only two options when she 
went down on him: either he orgasmed, or he flopped on top 
of her and took her. She'd never, ever been with a man who'd 
stopped her. She'd done all right, she felt. Alex's penis 
wasn't as long as Jack's, but it was thicker around. She'd 
felt him quivering, and he hadn't given her any punishment 
points. So why the wait?

She moaned inwardly as she felt two thumbs find the folds of 
her vagina. They slowly, languidly rubbed up and down, 
parting the lips only when they met in the middle. She 
longed to see what he was doing, what he had planned. One 
finger probed her anus and she instinctively moved away. 
"Stay still," he commanded, painfully pulling her back. 
Again the finger found the rim, and then oh-so-slowly began 
to press inside. Uncomfortable, but not hurting, she 
clenched her teeth, hoping he wouldn't penetrate her there 
without lubrication. In a few seconds he withdrew the few 
centimeters he'd gone in, and she again felt him fingering 
her vagina.

A warm breath and a wet tickle announced his intention to 
lick her. Finally, some relief! She bent farther down to 
give him better access, which he used to lick the length of 
her lips. After a few preliminary licks, she felt his tongue 
probe inside her, his wetness meeting hers. He lingered 
inside her, lapping up the moisture, exploring every inch of 
her inner halls. She paid particular attention to the times 
when his tongue left her, hoping he would soon stand up and 
drive his hard tool inside her. It wasn't her favorite 
position, but at this point anything would do. 

She heard him sit back. "Turn over and lay on the ottoman," 
he told her. She did as he said, her butt on the edge and 
her torso propped up by her arms. Good. She liked to see a 
guy's eyes when he orgasmed; it made her feel powerful. But 
why hadn't he pulled his penis out of his shorts?

"It's time for you to learn some manners," he began. What? 
She wanted to scream at him. Who cares about manners! I'm 
laying here, sopping wet, for you to take! "You may think 
you're in charge right now, but you're not," he continued, 
really getting her attention. "Spreading your legs for me 
doesn't impress me. I own you. I can have you at any time. 
Any time. Whether you want it or not." Could he read her 
mind? Was she that transparent? She was starting to get it 
now.

"Tonight you're going to learn a lot of rules. Now here's 
two more. First, what you call me and how you answer me. 
While you may think you're a slave, you're not. You have to 
earn that position, and you haven't even come close. Which 
means you can't call me Master yet. Instead, you'll call me 
Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, still bewildered by this new 
direction.

"Which brings up another point. Everytime I ask you a 
question, you answer 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir,' with the 
question included in your answer. For instance, if I ask you 
'Do you understand?' you would answer, 'Yes sir, I 
understand.'" Or, if I ask you 'Do you like to finger-fuck 
yourself?' you would answer, 'Yes sir, I love to finger-fuck 
myself.' Do you understand?"

She paused to phrase it right, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good, because every time you forget to say Sir tonight, 
you'll get two punishment points. And every time you forget 
the second part, you'll get another one. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Very good. Now, spread your legs a little wider. I want to 
see your cunt. Good. I've noticed you don't like the word 
'cunt.' Too bad. Because as far as I'm concerned, that's 
what you are," he said harshly, as she felt herself 
coloring. "Your pointy tits, your flat tummy, your sexy legs 
all exist for one reason, as pretty wrapping around your 
cunt. You don't believe me? Think about it. When men look at 
you with that gleam in their eye, you think they just want a 
little kiss. No! They want to get in your cunt! Every guy 
except your husband wants to be in your cunt. Lot's of women 
do too. You think lesbians spend all night kissing and 
tickling? No, their lips always end up on their cunts. It's 
a powerful word for a powerful place, and until you 
acknowledge it, you'll never really get it.

"So, repeat after me, he ordered. "'My name is Cunt.'"

She felt herself near tears, looking hatefully up at him 
from between her legs. Suddenly she felt horribly exposed as 
his eyes raked up and down her body. It was a nasty word. 
Her mother had forbidden it. And the one time she'd used it 
to a neighbor who'd been flirting with Jack, she'd regretted 
being so mean. And now he was going to call her that every 
time? It was time to stop all this...

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "I expected more 
from you. It's just a word, you know. And a word only has 
meaning, only has power, when you give it some. So whether I 
call you Cunt or Zalafrax shouldn't matter. You will use 
this word, or by god I'll tan your hide," he threatened 
while simulating a swat."Now say it."

She drew a deep breath, looking up from where her vagina lay 
open to his glowering eyes. She could do this. "My name is 
cunt," she whispered, staring resolutely at him. It felt 
dirty to say.

"Louder."

"My name is cunt," she said, raising her voice. 

"Louder!"

"My name is cunt," she fairly screamed at him, hating his 
satisfied grin.

"You are a cunt. Repeat it."

She did, over and over again, until she was emphasizing the 
hard 'c' of the word, and feeling its echo come up from her 
belly. It felt degrading and dirty and nasty, but as she lay 
there exposing herself to this man, she decided that, yes, 
she could be his cunt. Besides, how much worse could it get?

He ordered her to stand up, and she did, confident that she 
could handle whatever would come next. Which is why she 
longed to scream "What the hell!" when he pulled her close 
and pressed his lips against hers. With one hand on her butt 
and the other hand on the back of her head, his lips pressed 
against hers so hard that their teeth clicked together. His 
tongue swirled inside her mouth, the tip exploring every 
inch like a snake in a box. She pushed and squirmed away 
from him, finally breaking his grip on her head, though he 
still held her by the arm.

"You, you..." she started to accuse him, stopping when she 
saw an annoyingly bemused smile on his face. 

"I own you," he stated simply, emphasizing every word 
evenly. With that, he pulled her to him again, this time 
kissing her passionately as his hands caressed the curves of 
her butt. He broke the kiss.

"I own you," he stated again, raking her body with a 
possessive look. This time when he kissed her she replied in 
kind, sucking at his tongue, fencing with hers, all the 
while enjoying the sensation of his hand squeezing and 
pinching her breast. He owns me, she thought with real 
wonder.

DISCIPLINE
Alex broke the kiss and looked at his student with a sigh. 
He'd been negligent, enjoying the physical aspect without 
paying enough attention to the mental aspect. Still, there 
was still time to remedy that.

He sat on the love seat and took in the luscious morsel 
before him. Clad only in garters, stockings and high heels, 
she looked both vulnerable and scared. Still, her nipples 
appeared hard as rocks, and her body language almost 
screamed "fuck me." Good. Time to add some more powder to 
the mix.

"Cunt, you've collected quite a few punishment points, which 
you should've been keeping track of. So, tell me, how many 
do you have?"

He watched as she became more and more confused, and just a 
little scared, as she realized that she had no idea. 

"Well? That was one of the rules we went over, wasn't it? 
That you would keep track of your punishment points? I want 
an answer now! How many???"

"I, I don't know," she stammered, her eyes never leaving the 
floor.

"You don't know?" he bellowed at her, inwardly smiling as 
she shriveled some more. "Well, you just got two more than 
'you don't know' for not calling me sir. Do you think I 
don't deserve your respect?" he demanded.

"Yes, sir, um, you deserve my respect," she replied meekly.

"Well, at least you got it right that time. And since you 
don't know how many swats you were given, I'm gonna have to 
guess. And I'm guessing it was...19. Plus the two you just 
got makes 21. So maybe 21 swats will help your memory."

Alex knew the actual number was 17, but he didn't want to go 
too much higher on the first spanking. She'd get plenty more 
before the night was over.

"Since you don't know the proper spanking position yet, I'm 
going to take you over my knee. First, remove your garters. 
I don't want anything getting between my hand and your ass. 
Now lay over my legs..."

He positioned her butt squarely over his knees, giving him a 
good view of her well-shaped globes. His cock poked its way 
through the opening in his shorts; he'd have to get inside 
her after disciplining her. He didn't really have enough 
room for a full swing, but figured he could get up enough 
speed to get her attention. That's all this first spanking 
was for, anyway. 

"You'll supply the count, down from, what was that number?" 
He waited while she said, "The count is 21, sir." "Yes. 
Twenty one sweet smacks. Don't lose track, or we'll have to 
start all over. And then I'd have to show you what a real 
spanking is like."

He brought his hand down hard on her right cheek, and smiled 
when she yelped. No, my sweet Melissa, this isn't the 
playful spanking you might try with your husband. This is 
the kind that turns your ass pink, that makes your skin 
steam, that turns your cunt into a sopping wet sponge. He 
randomly lightened and strengthened his efforts, adding an 
element of uncertainty. During his own training, he'd come 
to appreciate that uncertainty. It gave one something 
besides the pain to focus on.

In no time at all he heard her pronounce "One." He gave her 
another swat just for the heck of it, and was pleased that 
she'd learned enough not to protest. In time, she'd 
understand that this situation was just like life -- 
sometimes punishment came for no reason at all. 

Her rested his hand on her ass, her warm skin pleasantly 
heating his. Her butt and the back of her legs were tinged 
pink, but he didn't see anything that would leave a 
permanent mark. That was the primary difference between 
doing his work and having a live-in sub. With the live-in, 
you could leave a woman red, you could have her cut her 
hair, or shave her pubes, or whatever, just to please you. 
He, however, was constrained to those things that wouldn't 
be noticed, even by a woman's husband. He supposed it was 
one reason he preferred the psychological to the physical.

His physical needs, however, needed a little attention. His 
cock was rock hard, and the sight of her sopping wet pussy 
lips peeking out from between her legs was making him ache 
with desire. So far he hadn't really sampled her. Probably 
going too far to prove to himself that it wasn't just 
physical; that he was here to do a job. Enough of that.

Without a word he shifted her to the floor, where her legs 
naturally fell open. Her pube hairs were matted with 
moisture; it looked as though she really enjoyed her 
spanking. Without a bit of foreplay (as if she hadn't had 
enough!) he crawled between her legs and plunged his cock 
inside her. She moaned a little, as did he. Even wet as a 
puddle, she still felt very tight. 

He started a slow rhythm, humping into her while bending to 
suckle her tits. He varied his pace, not wanting to cum too 
fast. Every so often she would raise her hips to meet his 
thrusts, their pelvises bumping together violently. Her head 
writhed from side to side, her hair plastered to her 
forehead by sweat. He wanted to stare into her eyes, show 
her his power, but she had her eyes clenched shut. He 
permitted her this, but vowed to make it up to himself 
later. 

She trembled beneath him, once, twice, as the muscles around 
her cunt spasmed from the friction. Many masters required 
their slaves to ask permission to orgasm. Alex believed in 
rewarding his slave for giving him pleasure -- she could cum 
at any time. He knew that some women didn't believe that 
those little spasms were orgasms. They only wanted the big, 
soul-wrenching, body-clenching orgasm...the female 
equivalent of the cum shot. Women had made so much progress 
in society, yet they still measured themselves against men 
in so many little ways.

Alex let his animal instincts take over, and pounded into 
her like a jackhammer. Now her eyes flew open, and reflected 
in her eyes he saw the beast inside him, the wildness, the 
predator. He could feel the pressure building as he slid 
into her again and again, and then he stopped, and then 
slowly and deliberately thrust into her, over and over, each 
thrust accompanied by a spurt of his cum deep inside her. As 
he looked down at her, he felt he truly owned her now. And 
he knew she knew it.

RECREATION
She hadn't expected such passion, such emotion, such animal 
lust. This was liberating, she decided. Stress-free. Not 
what she'd expected. Not just different. Far, far more. 

She waited expectantly under him while he caught his breath. 
Normally, with Jack, she'd be attending to clean-up duties, 
wiping herself with a kleenex and finding her nightclothes. 
She'd be wondering if she could get Jack to go again (she 
never could) or deciding if she should visit the bathroom 
and finish the job herself. She might even be thinking about 
what she had to do tomorrow.

This time, there was none of that. I don't have to decide 
anything, she reminded herself. If he wants to go again, he 
will. If he wants me cleaned up, he'll order it. Just lay 
here and enjoy his weight on you, his cock still hard inside 
you, and the cool feel of your sweat finally drying.

After a few moments he pulled himself out of her, his now 
softening cock sliding out with a pleasant wet sensation. 
He'd cum inside her generously; she knew that she'd be wet 
and sticky down there for the rest of the night. She stopped 
herself and smiled inwardly. It was amazing how she was now 
thinking the graphic words and images he'd forced her to 
say. They described so much better the way that she felt.

They moved back over to the loveseat, he sitting and she 
kneeling between his legs. His cock was now fully soft, but 
still covered by a sheen of her juices and his cum. She 
stared at it. It was not as big as Jack's, but had just 
given her a great deal of pleasure. She didn't know if 
bigger was better; all of the lovers had been approximately 
the same size. But this size had done better than it looked.

"OK, cunt," he said to her not unkindly, "let's give that 
talented tongue of yours a little more workout." She'd 
expected this, and scooted forward to begin. "No, not so 
fast, my greedy little cunt. There's a few rules to this 
game. First, you have five minutes to get me hard again. I'm 
sure a woman of your talent can do that easy. But just to 
give you a little incentive, if I'm not sufficiently hard, 
you'll get fifteen punishment points. Second, you have a 
little task to perform while you're working. You're gonna 
work on your vocabulary. You have to come up with ten dirty 
words to describe that sweet spot between your legs. And you 
can't use cunt. For every word that you don't get, you're 
gonna get one punishment point. Enough talk. Get 
started...now!"

Get started? Ten words? What? She looked down to see the 
flaccid member in front of her, and then up to see the grin 
on his face. That's twenty-five swats if she did neither 
task! She bent her head and took the soft appendage fully 
into her mouth, where the salty taste shocked her out of her 
reverie. Five minutes! OK. We'll do this in stages. She 
could use the first couple minutes coming up with dirty 
words, and the last few minutes getting him hard. She 
swished his cock around with her tongue. It would take that 
long for him to just get any feeling back anyway.

OK. Now, not cunt but...what? Pussy! She knew that one. 
And...vagina? No, he said dirty words. What about vulva? 
That was part of it, maybe he'd take it. That made two, 
maybe. Now, c'mon, c'mon...think! Cave! She'd heard cave 
once. And...slit, she knew slit was one. Pussy, vulva, cave, 
slit...that was four, maybe. I'm gonna get six swats if I 
don't come up with more! She pulled her mouth from him and 
checked...not even a twinge. That'd be an extra fifteen! No 
choice, really.

She bent and sucked his right testicle into her mouth, her 
tongue licking at the skin while her teeth trapped the hard 
ball inside. She felt rather than heard him moan. Good. Now 
for the other one. She tasted her juices on them. God, she 
must've really been wet. Releasing his ball, she 
passionately licked the sack, while encasing his dick in her 
hands. She could usually get Jack hard just by doing this. 
She supposed the tightness made him feel like he was inside 
her. 

She transferred her attention to the head, caressing the cap 
with the flat of her tongue. Time was running out. 
Maybe...she released one hand from her baseball grip, and 
languidly ran a fingernail down, past his sack, into his 
crack, just barely touching his anus. There. She definitely 
felt a shudder this time. She traced the rim with her 
finger, while her other hand supported his dick, and she 
began gently sucking on the very tip. Yes, she could feel 
him definitely begin to harden. Gently now. Careful...don't 
break the spell. 

Once, when she'd been dating Jack, she'd lost a bet with 
him. The stakes had been that she would suck him for three 
straight hours, with her lips never leaving his dick. She'd 
been so sure of winning, and so sure he'd never try to 
collect, that she'd taken the bet. And lost. When he 
insisted on collecting, she'd been sure that she could just 
bring him off, and he'd forget the rest. But after bringing 
him off, he'd still insisted on continuing. So they'd stayed 
in his apartment for three hours, she sucking and licking 
him while he sat back and enjoyed it. He'd even cum a second 
time, but still he held her to the bet. She'd learned a lot 
about the male penis that day. And she'd learned never to 
take a sucker bet, so to speak.

Alex's cock was really beginning to firm up, so she removed 
her finger from the entrance to his anus and transferred all 
of her attention to his cock. With one hand holding it 
tightly upright, she took as much as she could into her 
mouth, alternately sucking with her tongue as she pulled up, 
and swirling it as she went down. She could feel the veins 
inside begin to throb against her tongue, and was pleased to 
note that it could stand unsupported.

"Time," Alex declared, just as she decided to begin thinking 
of more names. "I guess I'm relatively hard, although next 
time I think I'll have you do it hands-free. So, let's see 
how far you've gotten on your dirty word list. You can start 
anytime."

"Yes, sir." She at least remembered to do that. "My dirty 
words for my cunt are: pussy, slit, cave, vulva..." She 
paused, hoping some others would come to her. "And..."

"And you have no more," Alex replied, waiting no more than a 
few seconds. "I'll give you pussy, slit and cave...very 
creative, that last one. Vulva is the outer part...but many 
of the other words I'm thinking of could also be considered 
the outer part. But is vulva a dirty word? No, I don't think 
so. So you have pussy, slit and cave. Not very good. That 
gives you seven PP's. So cunt, how many punishment points do 
you have?"

"I have seven punishment points, sir."

"Very good. This time, if you mess up on punishment points, 
I will estimate them, and then double that number. I 
guarantee you'll be crying before I lay a finger on you," he 
said to her, taking her face in his hands. "Now suck my cock 
again and get me good and hard," he ordered, settling back 
on the loveseat.

This time she looked him in the eyes before taking his cock 
into her mouth. He was going to be a hard man to please.

INSTRUCTION
Alex looked down at the woman sucking his dick and smiled. 
He'd know soon whether to schedule another session for next 
week. Because at this point, a woman either understood and 
enjoyed what was to come, or felt far too uncomfortable to 
ever enjoy it. The latter never came back for another 
session.

He pushed her head away, though pleased by the tightness he 
felt in his balls. "It's time for you to learn some more 
manners, cunt." She waited expectantly at his feet. Good. He 
had a feeling already that she'd make it through this part. 

"You're about to learn a number of positions, which you'll 
use to please me whenever I want. You'll take these 
positions as soon as I give you an order to, without 
question. No matter where we are, no matter who's around, 
you'll do exactly as I say.

"Each position has a name and a gesture. You'll learn each 
name and each gesture, and respond to them immediately. If I 
think you're going too slow, you'll automatically get ten 
punishment points. If you don't respond...well, let's just 
say there are worse punishments than getting spanked on the 
butt." 

He ordered her into the bedroom, telling her to strip 
completely naked and sit on the bed. He tucked his hard 
member back in his shorts. He liked this part; liked the 
drama, liked the intensity, liked the possibilities. Now he 
was truly making her his own.

"Your first position is called The Position, because its the 
most common one I'll order you to take. Think of it as the 
"ready" position. It's my way to getting you ready to show 
me everything you have. First step: kneel on the bed. Next, 
prop your ass back on your heels, and spread your legs open 
so they form a ninety degree angle. Next, put your hands 
behind your back, with your right hand cradling your left, 
and both hands between the heels of your feet. Nice. Now, 
straighten your back, but keep your head tilted slightly 
down, in a manner of submission."

He examined her from all angles, pleased with the way the 
arch of her back pushed her tits forward, almost begging him 
to suck on them. Her stretched legs gave him good access to 
her wet pussy, and forced the lips apart just enough to 
beckon him in. Granted, it wasn't a very comfortable 
position for her, but he didn't care about comfort. He cared 
about access, and in the past this position had proven to be 
very accommodating. 

He made a gesture with his hand -- his pinky and ring finger 
rolled into his palm, his index and middle fingers half bent 
over and spread apart. "This is the sign I'll use when I 
want you in the position. You'll take this position whenever 
and wherever I tell you to. Even if we're outside this room, 
even if we're in the middle of the mall. You'll obey me or 
pay the consequences."

Crouching beside her, he allowed his hands to roam all over 
her body. He enjoyed feelingthe smooth curves of her 
buttocks, the underlying muscles of her thighs, the soft 
turn of her neck. He reached between her legs and rubbed her 
pussy, pleased that she didn't shy away at all. Then he 
faced her, deliberately took a handful of each breast, and 
squeezed...hard. 

"Who owns you?" he demanded of her.

"You own me, sir," she answered properly, shocked at the 
sudden turn of events, her voice mixed with fear and pain. 

Unmoved by her concern, he ordered her to a new position, 
"On your back, cunt. That's right, I'll bet you're real 
familiar with this one. I'll bet you'll spread your legs for 
anyone just to get your way. That's how it is with cunts 
like you.

"Only this time you'll do it my way. Legs spread wide so I 
have a good view of that pussy. Bend your legs and put your 
feet flat on the bed. Now put your hands behind your neck, 
so your tits are nice and open for me." 

He watched as she complied, warning her to keep her eyes 
open unless he said otherwise. "This position is called On 
Your Back." He held his hand out, turning it so the palm 
faced upward. "This is how I'll tell you to do it. If you 
see this, don't make me wait, or you'll be sorry."

He pulled his hard rod out of his boxers and swung astride 
her, so his cock rested on her face. Holding his cock in his 
hand, he slapped her lips, nose, chin and neck with his 
cock, hard enough to occasionally redden her skin.

"Who owns you, cunt?" he thundered.

"You own me, sir," she answered meekly, as though confused 
by his apparent cruelty.

Now for one of his favorites. "Roll over on your hands and 
knees, cunt. I wanna see that ass high in the air and 
begging to be fucked!"

He directed her to lean forward on her forearms, to spread 
her legs slightly, to keep her head up, and to push her ass 
to the sky. With her body finally in the right position, he 
paused to admire the view. Her fully distended pussy peeked 
out from between her legs, while her puckered anal opening 
was shiny with sweat. Around front, her tits hung down 
deliciously, with just enough sway in them to be exciting. 

"This is called Hand and Knees, and this," he made a crab-
like gesture, "is the symbol you'll watch for. You'll get 
very used to this position," he said, as he knelt behind her 
and shoved his cock in her waiting hole. "Cuz I'm gonna take 
you like a dog until your learn who your master is."

 He grabbed a shock of her hair and yanked it back. "Who 
owns you, bitch?" he sneered at her.

"You own me, sir," she replied, not so meekly now. 

In the next position, she stood before him with her hands 
behind her back and her legs slightly spread. When he pulled 
on her pubic hairs and called for her obedience, he thought 
he heard a touch of pleasure in her reply. In the final 
position, bent over at the waist, he allowed himself some 
pleasure by eating her out for a minute or two, much like he 
had in the beginning of the session. Prior to demanding 
obedience this time, he spanked her butt several times, just 
for the opportunity to see her tits shudder from each blow. 

Finally, he ordered her back on her back. "There's 
variations to every position, of course, which you'll learn 
as we go along." He pulled up a chair. "Right now, I want to 
watch you masturbate. So get your hands down between your 
legs and show me what you can do."

CONDITIONING
Melissa watched him watching her. Her fingers were buried 
deep inside of her, pumping in and out as she finger-fucked 
herself. His cruelty had heightened her senses, turned her 
on in a way that would've shamed her before tonight. When 
he'd twisted her breasts, she'd been shocked at first. But 
then she had wanted him to continue, to twist and pull them. 
The pain had added a delicious edge to the pleasure. And she 
wanted more.

She felt herself building to an orgasm. Should I continue? 
Or will he stop me right when I get to the edge? His eyes 
betrayed nothing. She let herself go full out, just as she 
had earlier in the week, when the anticipation of this night 
had almost made her crazy. With one hand she pulled and 
stretched the full lips around her pussy. With the other she 
found her clit and began lightly rubbing it. 

He seemed to devour all of her with his gaze. All at once 
she realized how she must look, her fingers frantically 
working at her cunt, watched out in the open by a complete 
stranger. She began to moan and writhe, but still he made no 
move to stop her. She could see his hard cock poking from 
the top of his shorts, and felt an incredible urge to beg to 
be fucked. The very thought caused waves of pleasure to 
pulse from her pussy. Her tits ached for a strong hand. 

He still sat unmoving, not indicating that he would stop 
her. He could stop me, she realized. And I'd have to stop 
because he said so. Because he's in charge. Because he owns 
me. That thought sent her over the edge. She moaned and 
panted audibly. So, so, so, so good. Oh, god, the pressure 
and pleasure flowed out in waves. She felt free...really 
free.She opened her eyes. Still he sat and watched.

She continued to rub herself, though the orgasm had taken 
nearly all her strength from her. Would he have her keep 
doing this for the rest of the night? All she really wanted, 
right now, was to go to the bathroom.

"OK," he said, "that's enough. Before we do anything else, I 
think it's time for a pee-pee break."

My god, he can read my mind, she marveled. But wait? He'd 
said pee-pee. Grown men didn't talk that way. He meant PP. 
Punishment points. How many did she have? Seven, she 
thought. Or eight. No, seven. 

At his command she dropped to her forearms and knees on the 
floor, her butt canted high in the air. She felt a sharp tug 
on her hair and he directed her to put her hands flat on the 
floor. This, he explained, was the proper spanking position. 
She searched her memory. How many? Seven? Or eight?

"So cunt, how many swats do you have coming your way?" he 
demanded of her, his hand slowly caressing her butt.

"Nine!" she fairly shouted, deciding to err on the side of 
caution.

She felt him squeeze her butt painfully. "No, cunt, nine is 
how many you'd be getting if you could remember to give me 
the respect I deserve. But since you can't remember to call 
me Sir, we'll be adding a few more, and give you twelve to 
help jump-start your brain. Now, how many are you 
getting???"

"Spank me twelve times, sir!" she nearly cried to him. 
Twelve! And her bladder was already close to bursting!

Thwack! The sound echoed through the room like a shot, and 
the pain in her butt felt just like a shot. Thwack! She 
tried to focus on counting down, but she could feel the heat 
quickly spreading over her entire ass. Thwack! His hand hit 
her on the backs of her thighs, and the heat shot up into 
her pussy, where she could imagine it turning her wetness 
into pure steam. Thwack! The sensation bit deeper into her 
skin. Thwack! She bit her lip to keep from crying out. 
Thwack! His palm caught her ass cheek square, nearly 
toppling her onto the floor.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three in succession brought ragged 
gasps from her. He paused to squeeze both sides of her ass, 
then...thwack! On the right side. Thwack! On the left. 
Another pause, while she clamped her eyes shut to keep the 
tears from flowing. Thwack! Harder than the rest, it caused 
her whole body to jerk forward, the sting shooting through 
her like lightning. 

He pulled her head onto his lap and stroked her face, wiping 
the tears from her eyes. It stung so much! She opened her 
eyes to see his cock just an inch from her nose. His aroma 
penetrated her dismay. She wanted to gobble him up, to show 
him that she'd learned her lesson, that she would remember 
everything. But she knew enough not to do it without 
permission, though she wanted him inside her cunt so bad it 
was making her crazy.

"Time for a potty break," he announced, to her great 
pleasure. "Take five minutes, do your duty, and clean 
yourself up." As she started to rise he said, "No. From now 
on, your mode of transportation is to crawl. So crawl on 
into the bathroom. And make sure you leave the door open."

Crawl? And leave the door open! She thought about using the 
"Blazer" word to call a halt to this. But really, what more 
harm did it do? She crawled all the way into the bathroom, 
the tile cooling her hands and knees. The chill of the 
toilet seat even felt good enough against her hot butt that 
she hardly even noticed the loud splash of her bladder 
emptying. 

Melissa closed her eyes and leaned back against the slick 
porcelain tank. The spanking didn't turn her on so much as 
it gave everything else a certain edge and urgency. The 
positions...those made her feel like a kept woman. She was 
now totally at his mercy, and quite frankly, happy for it. 
Even more strangely, she felt that she really wanted to 
please him, to show that she was worthy of his attention and 
all his hard work with her. If only she could remember to 
call him Sir.

She jumped as her high heels clattered to the floor. "Put 
these on, wash your face, and get your jacket on," he 
ordered, smiling as she instinctively and unnecessarily 
tried to cover her nakedness. Had he been there long enough 
to watch her pee?

He stood behind her as she washed up, her image reflected 
repeatedly in the many mirrors. For some reason she felt 
more exposed than when she'd spread her legs for his 
inspection. After slipping the jacket on, she checked 
herself in the mirror. The front cut far enough down that 
most of her breasts were exposed. The bottom edge ended just 
below her crotch, and looking at the back she could see just 
the very bottom of her ass.

He held out the room key and an ice bucket. "I want you to 
go get some ice. The machine is three rooms down and to the 
right. You'll probably want to hurry." He leered at her, and 
she could feel a blush warming her face. Go out like this? 
If anyone saw her like this, she'd die of embarrasment! 

He propelled her out the door, which shut with a definite 
finality. At least it was dark out. She walked quickly down 
to the ice machine, noting that nobody seemed to be in the 
room next to theirs. Naturally, to get the ice she'd have to 
bend down. She tried to squat down, but that just caused her 
coat to ride up and expose her butt. Bending over did the 
same thing. This was taking too much time! Finally, she just 
squatted there, pushing the button several times to get 
enough ice. 

She stood and spun, planning to head back to the room, but 
instead nearly fell into an older man. Had he seen her? If 
not, he was certainly seeing enough now. She gave him a 
stupid grin and quickly walked back to the room, feeling his 
eyes drill into her back. He had seen a lot of her skin. A 
small thrill rippled through her. She'd done it. 

PERFORMANCE
Alex could tell by the wild look in Melissa's eyes that his 
student had been seen in her revealing outfit. Most 
importantly, he could tell that the brief encounter had 
thrilled her, had opened her to the possibilities. 

It was getting on towards the end of the evening, and he had 
just one more objective to reach. Fortunately, it was one 
that he always took a great deal of pleasure in achieving. 
He motioned with his fingers. After only a brief hesitation, 
Melissa dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, her 
sport coat provacatively revealing her very bare ass. Alex 
paused for a moment to admire it yet again. From this angle 
he couldn't see the full pussy lips between her legs. 
Instead, he could see only the voluptuous curves and deep 
valley of her ass. The darkened circle of her anus lay 
hidden in the shadows, and for a moment he was tempted to 
demonstrate his newly won mastery by taking her there.

But, no. That would have to wait for another session, as he 
sensed her objections would be more psychological than 
physical. He stripped his boxers off, leaving himself fully 
nude for the first time in the whole evening. Kneeling 
behind her he ran his fingers across her soft skin, making 
her moan in anticipation. He noted that she kept her head 
down and never tried to look back; the perfect exhibition of 
his previous orders. He found the inside of her cunt soaking 
wet and hot. Just for fun, he lubed his index finger with 
her juices and began to probe the entrance to her anus. 

"Stay still," he ordered as she leaned away. Her hole there 
was clenched tight as a safe; he could only comfortably 
slide his finger in up to the first knuckle. From the way 
her whole body had tensed, he suspected she'd probably never 
had anal sex. Sometime soon, he promised himself, she'd be 
begging for it.

Holding her hip with one hand, he used his other to direct 
his cock to the outside of her juicy hole. He liked to 
torture himself this way...teasing himself right up to the 
edge. He could never understand why more couples didn't 
stage elaborate foreplay. He felt the most memorable thing 
about sex was the anticipation of it. The actual event never 
took very long, and every orgasm usually felt the same as 
the last one. Looking on his many sexual encounters,  in the 
most exciting and memorable ones he'd whipped himself and 
his partner into a sexual frenzy long before a cock touched 
a cunt.

He plunged his cock into her, thrusting hard enough to rock 
her entire body forward. Like fleshy shock absorbers, her 
arms and legs thrust back against him, until his next thrust 
crashed into and crushed her beautiful ass. He reached 
forward and under until her found her swaying tits, pulling 
them firmly back everytime he jolted her forward. She moaned 
and growled at the double assault, her body breaking out 
into an instant sweat. 

Alex focused on the feel of her tits in his hands. Their 
fullness fit his palms perfectly, nestling in as though 
they'd grown just for him. Gravity and blood distended the 
aureolas, creating a blind man's message that he imagined to 
read "Fuck me." Her nipples felt as hard as pebbles, and he 
loved how every twist and pull reverberated through her 
body, evident as vibrations deep within her cunt. 

He wanted to suck her tits so badly his jaw ached. 
Fortunately, as master he was allowed to do anything he 
wanted. With a slap on the butt he pulled out of her and lay 
face up on the floor. At his command she knelt on all fours 
above him, her head facing his legs and feet, her tits 
positioned directly over his mouth. His face wasn't high 
enough, but that didn't matter. She would have to bend down 
low enough so that he could get his fill. 

"Left one," he said, ordering her to lower her left tit into 
his mouth. Her skin tasted not unpleasantly of sweat as he 
ran his tongue over her hard nipple, her erect circle and 
the smooth adjoining skin. He sucked, gnawed and licked all 
he liked; her pleasure, or pain, was not an issue. He tried 
to see how much of her tit he could fit in his mouth...just 
about half if he forced it in. At his command of "Right 
one," she shifted to the side, and he attacked that one just 
as voraciously. Back and forth he went, sometimes quickly, 
sometimes slowly, until the urge to fuck her became stronger 
than the urge to suck her. 

Whacking her butt a sound one, he ordered her to crawl 
farther down his body. Now her head was perfectly positioned 
above his cock, and he could look straight up into the 
sopping wet, matted hair around her pussy. He studied it 
closely as its pungent odor settled down around him. He 
liked how the lips, when fully engorged, still didn't 
protrude too far out. He had her hunch down onto his mouth; 
no need for him to strain his neck. Placing his mouth to her 
cunt lips, he was able to lap into his mouth a generous 
amount of her juices. In fact, if he kept his tongue inside 
her, he could feel rivulets of her juice just sliding down 
into his mouth. 

"Suck me," he ordered, continuing his exploration of her 
cunt. He knew it wasn't a very comfortable position but 
didn't care. This was about his pleasure, not hers. Though 
from her frequent gasps and moans, he figured she was 
getting more than a small tingle. He barked an order, and 
she shifted so he could have better access to the top of her 
cunt. There. He pushed the fold of skin aside with his 
tongue to reveal the nub of her clit. To his experienced 
tongue, it felt fully engorged, and even strongly flicking 
it failed to move it very much.

His ministrations, however, evidently had a strong effect on 
his student, as she suddenly thrashed about and pulled her 
cunt from his mouth. "Move again and that's ten points for 
you!" he yelled at her, forcefully pulling her back down 
until his teeth mashed against her hole. "Now don't move!" 
he said into her slit, using his tongue to violently lash 
her offending clit. She orgasmed against him, her pussy 
clenching tightly around his tongue, releasing it only after 
a particularly strong spasm swept through her.

Tiring of his meal, he roughly pushed her off, dragged her 
to her feet and pulled her to the bedroom. Along the way, 
though, the urge to fuck her literally overwhelmed him. With 
a grunt he pushed her against the wall and plunged himself 
inside her, thrilled by the heated tightness of her box. She 
instinctively wrapped herself around him, and he could feel 
all the trappings of civilized sex fall from him. He let the 
animal in him to the surface, and let his lust for her 
overwhelm all his senses. All he wanted, his lust-driven 
goal, was to be inside her and to dominate her.

He banged her against the wall a few more times and then 
withdrew, leaving her to crumple onto the floor.

"Into the bedroom," he growled, panting hard. "Into the 
bedroom and on your hands and knees."

She had to spread her legs quite a bit to get her ass on the 
same level as his dick, but Alex didn't care. He slid 
himself in and fucked her slowly and deliberately, enjoying 
the view of his cock disappearing between her legs. His cock 
gleamed in the lamplight, liberally covered with her cunt 
juices. Both of them were drenched in sweat; it dropped from 
his face onto her butt with every violet thrust.

He flipped her over as the urgency increased. Her pussy 
glowed red, a beacon that called out "come fuck me now, I'm 
open for business." Even in his mind-numbing state he could 
appreciate her beauty and sexuality. Her breasts were made 
to be sucked, her lips were perfect for kissing. But just as 
quickly, his attention returned to the inviting slit below 
him. He mounted her savagely, her legs trapped between his 
chest and hers. His strokes grew shorter but harder as he 
neared the edge.

He wanted to cum inside her, to finish it off in the hot 
cave between her legs. But he had one final task to complete 
for the night. You're a professional, he reminded himself, 
though the urge to keep going almost won.

Instead, he pulled out from her and crawled up to her face. 
Stroking and squeezing himself with obvious relish, he 
brought himself to the edge. And over. Cum streamed from his 
cock as though shot from a firehose, one long, continuous 
stream that quickly covered Melissa's face and neck. He felt 
as though he were peeing, the cum splashed onto her for so 
long. Huge globs of it slid down her chin, across her cheeks 
and into her hair. It puddled atop her closed eyes and 
heaped along her lips. 

Alex looked down at the beautiful woman wearing his cum like 
a face mask. He owned her now.

REALIZATION
Jungle fucked. I've just been jungle fucked, Melissa 
thought. She'd heard the term before, on a comedy special 
from some woman comic who'd described a fuck so wild, so 
abandoned, that it could only happen between animals. She'd 
wondered what it would be like to go at it so violently. Now 
she knew.

Melissa struggled to control her breathing. She wanted to 
open her mouth and suck in great quantities of air, but she 
could feel the gobs of cum covering her lips. She wanted to 
open her eyes and see if she was still whole after the 
multiple orgasms had ripped through her body, but she could 
feel the weight of cum on her eyelids. She wanted to 
experience the scent of a jungle fuck, but all she could 
smell was the musky cum threatening to drip inside her nose. 
And she was afraid to do anything at all that might offend 
her new master.

"Whose cunt are you?" she heard his ragged voice ask from 
above her.

She took it as permission to open her mouth. "I'm your cunt, 
sir," she answered simply, as a large globule of cum slid 
into her mouth. She felt his weight shift off her.

"That's right. Now wipe the cum from your eyes and take your 
position on the bed, facing the dresser mirror." He sounded 
as though he'd been hollowed out.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was shocked at how 
much of his milky white cum covered her face and neck. She'd 
once dated a guy in college who would shoot so much cum in 
her mouth she could never swallow it fast enough to avoid 
drips. She'd expected it then, because he'd had such huge 
balls. Alex's balls were small enough to seem 
inconsequential. It was amazing that so much had ejected 
just from him. 

As she watched herself in the mirror gravity had already 
become a factor, sending huge, slimy drips of cum off her 
chin and onto her tits or thighs. Alex watched it with 
evident pleasure as well, waiting until almost all of it had 
slid off her face before giving her new instructions. By 
this time, she was nearly twice as cum-covered as before, 
and she began to feel a bit unclean.

"Scoop up as much cum as you can and lick it from your 
fingers. And while you're doing this, I want you to remember 
this won't be the last cum you'll be eating. Of mine, or 
anybody else's."

Now what did he mean by that? His or anybody elses? She 
scooped a particularly large glob onto her fingers and 
dutifully licked it off, the cum saltily coating her tongue 
and then sliding into her throat. Unlike some of her 
friends, Melissa never minded the taste of it. As long as 
her husband didn't complain about her taste, she wouldn't 
complain about his. Of course, during their dating years, 
Jack had wanted sex from her two or three times a week, but 
he'd never do her while she was on her period. So oral sex 
had been the only choice. 

She still felt slimy even though she'd licked off as much as 
she could. The clock read 10:20. Would he use her right up 
until 11:00 and then let her clean up? She decided she 
didn't care. It wasn't her decision to make. 

"Damn, you're a mess," Alex said as he fondled her tit and 
then distastefully pulled his hand away. "You need a good 
hosing off and I need a good shower."

He ordered her into the shower, forcing her to wash and 
clean him before attending to herself. She'd hoped not to 
get her hair wet, but that proved impossible when he made 
her kneel and suck him some more, the water making a perfect 
lubricant. He continued to be very curious about her body, 
too, poking and prodding in every crevice and curve. She 
realized she liked the way he held her butt, his fingers 
always a threat to slide down and tickle her pussy. And when 
he occasionally showed that edge of animal passion, she 
would feel a thrill run through her.

Only one question remained for her: would he ask her if she 
would be returning the next week, or simply tell her to? 
Either way, the answer would be "Yes."

CONSUMMATIONS
Alex examined the nipple he held between his thumb and 
forefinger. Aroused and pliable, it represented the 
relationship he'd created with this woman. He was pleased 
that he could handle and inspect her in any manner he liked, 
and she would comply without complaint, neither physical nor 
audible. He felt sure that when he fucked her anally during 
their next session she would allow that without complaint as 
well. She'd come far in just a few hours.

He squeezed the nipple a little harder, noting the change in 
her breathing and the widening of her pupils as she became 
more aroused. Even though they'd just showered, he wouldn't 
mind sending her back to her husband with the scent of sex 
on her. His cock stirred a little at the thought. Maybe 
during his instructions things would heat up sufficiently.

He ordered her to lay on her back on the floor, while he 
peered down at her from the loveseat. He placed his foot 
between her legs and idly played with her pussy using his 
big toe. 

"You did adequately well tonight," he told her, seeing a 
small smile creep across her face. "You are sufficiently 
attractive to please me, and you are a fairly decent fuck. 
On a scale of one to ten, I'll give you a six for your 
performance today." It was important to give her some doubt 
as to her abilities, so she would always work harder to 
please him. "Now take your position so you can get your 
orders for next week."

She scrambled into position, her face now only inches from 
his crotch, her eyes properly downturned. "You have two 
homework assignments," he began, trusting in his ability to 
instinctively find the right orders. "First, you're going to 
work on your vocabulary. No more of that dismal performance 
I heard today. By next week, I want you to know ten words 
for cunt, not including the ones you used today. For every 
one you're missing, you'll get five punishment points. And I 
won't just be using my hand next week." She quivered at 
that.

"Second, there's some people who say there's over a million 
dirty pictures on the internet. I just want ten of those 
pictures. Next week, I want you to bring me a disk with ten 
dirty, obscene, sexual pictures on it. And not just any ten. 
I want ten that turn you on, ten that make you want to jump 
in and join the action. 

"Finally, when you come to me next week I want you dressed 
in a certain way. Specifically, you'll wear a short skirt 
with satin G-string panties. A matching garter belt. Sheer 
stockings. High heel shoes. And most importantly, a sheer 
white blouse, as gauzy and see-through as possible. And 
don't bother wearing a bra. With tits like yours, we're 
gonna want to show 'em off." 

He leaned forward and placed his cock in her mouth, lifting 
her chin so she could look in his eyes. He let some of his 
lust peek out from his eyes, causing her to shudder as 
though a small electric charge had stung her. "Bring some 
cash with you, as we'll be going out shopping. And you're 
going to end up paying, and paying, and paying..." he 
intoned ominously.

He brightened up. "Now, it's ten to eleven. If you can get 
me hard in five minutes, without your hands, I'll bring you 
off one more time. But if you fail...well, who knows what 
may happen."

He immediately felt her sucking at his cock, her talented 
tongue and mouth working wonders on his shaft. But after 
just a couple minutes, he knew it to be a lost cause. He was 
just too drained, physically and mentally, to really get 
going. Now, if he had time to tie her up...but no, that 
particular exercise wasn't slated until later. 

"Brrrrrappp! Five minutes...and I am very disappointed, as 
you can tell from my cock's obvious lack of excitement," he 
scolded her. "Now it's my turn." 

On her back on the table, her cunt was at the perfect height 
for him to lick her freely without putting a crick in his 
neck. He pushed his tongue inside her, quickly finding her 
clit. Violently shaking his head back and forth, it didn't 
take very long to elicit moans and gasps from her. He kept 
his eye on the clock while he alternated the pace and 
pressure of his tongue work. Her excited thrusts and 
writhing told him that she was nearing the edge. It was now 
or never.

The clock flicked to 11:00 and he lifted his head from 
between her legs, causing her to gasp and whine at the 
sudden lack of stimulation. "Out of time, cunt," he teased 
her. "Too bad. Too sad. Maybe next time you'll do a better 
job on me." He smiled at the spiteful look she gave him. He 
flirted with the idea of bringing her off but rejected it. 
Best to leave her with a sample of his power.

 "Now," he warned, "no bringing yourself off until after you 
leave here. And don't forget, same time next week." He 
slapped her butt as he headed to the bathroom to dress, 
still feeling her frustrated stare bore into his back.

THE END
Melissa stared at him as he left the room, willing him to 
come back and finish the job. Her legs remained spread, her 
pussy ached for release, but she didn't dare ignore his 
orders not to finish the job.

 The bastard! Just wait until next week!