From: sourdust@imagine.com (Sourdust)
Subject: Scarlet's submission 1
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
A number of weeks ago I enjoyed a short e-mail relationship with a submissive woman named Scarlet. We have since ceased to correspond, butr she gave herconsent for our letters to be posted to A.S.S. Enjoy, and feel free to drop a discrete line if you enjoy the tale told herein
& if you are under 18, or offended by graphic descriptions of abuse, donšt even bother reading this
Scarlet -
I saw your personal and decided to write.
I like you in pantyhose I'm very specific about what I'll allow you to wear - - you are always to be in particular colors for specific tasks
For instance, you have just come from work, straight to see me. Because you are to do a good job where you work, I don't want your clothes distracting you - - you wear simple and attractive outerwear, and light colored bra and panties that look pretty rather than sexy. To-day you wore a pretty pink matching bra and panty set that I took you out shopping for over the weekend.
Now, your bra is pulled up over your tits, and your panties are pulled up nice and snug around your hips - - and those panythouse I love so much? Why, they are right where they belong, bunched up around your ankles, hobbling you. But you aren't going anywhere on your knees, are you?
Your wrists are bound behind your back: first I put your hands in a stocking, then I wrap black electrical tape around your wrists. In my hand I have three freshly cut switches from my willow out back. I circle you, listening as your breath becomes more ragged and deep.
'Are you aroused, Scarlet?' I ask from behind you.
'Yes, sir - - very aroused.' you reply softly.
'Only bad girls get aroused by being on their knees, you shameless, slut!' I whisper harshly. Still behind you, I take your wrists in my left hand and bring them up behind you, forcing you to bend over and expose your ass to me. I drop the switches, and begin smacking your pantied bottom as hard as I can, each crack sounding like a strap has landed. I spank you hard and quickly, giving you 10 before you can do so much as whimper. I announce '10' and keep spanking, tallying up 10 more to the sounds of your mounting dismay. You begin to wriggle, and I give your arm a yank and tell you to 'hold still or you'll get the hairbrush!' For the next 10 you don't move much, but start to OW! protest that it OW! hurts too much OW! OUCH!!
'Thirty!' I announce and drop your hands. 'Kneel up!' I bark, causing you to kneel erect and still, your tits standing out proudly, nipples hard like pieces of broken glass. I pick up my switches and begin to cut the air behind your head with them. You flinch at the sweeping sound, until I move before you and do it so that you can see - - now your eyes are locked on the switches.
'Do you want my cock in your mouth, Scarlet?' You nod furiously. 'Very well, hold still.' I tell you, then drop all but 1 of the switches.
'Close your eyes!' I order. Then you feel the first cut of the switch on your tender flesh. A line from the top of one tit to the nipple forms as you scream out from the pain. 'One', I say. Then again, this time I lash the other tit. Again you scream, and bend over so that I cannot hit you there again. I grab the back of your hair and pull you back to an erect position,
'Do that again, and I'll tie you to the bed and switch you front and back!' I snap. I continue lashing your tits 3,4,5 holding you in place with my hand in your hair. You squeal, and pull involuntarily forward from the pain - - 'Good thing I have a grip on your hair!' I laugh. Then I strike you again, and you wail 'Oh, sir! it hurts too much!!'
I smile, knowing that we are almost there.
I release your hair and in the same motion bring the switch around to connect with both of your tits, right across the nipples - - your head snaps back and you shout loud enough that I am very glad I have an isolated place. At the corners of your eyes, tears form and begin to run down your cheeks.
'Now you may have me in your mouth, Scarlet. Suck me good - - I've been waiting all day for you!'
I bring myself to your lips and slide into your hot mouth. You engulf my 7 inches and start working hard to make me cum. It takes you only a few minutes of your exquisite cocksucking before I am ready to burst. Being in charge has it's advantages, and I cum when I like - - this time I pull out of your mouth and spray your face and hair with pints of heat.
Stepping back to catch my breath, the sight of you kneeling there arouses me immediately - - tears on your cheeks & licking the semen from your lips. I put myself away and zip up before cutting the tape that binds your wrists and putting you down on your hands and knees. I step away for a moment, & return with 2 of your your favorite vibrators.
'Now its your turn', I say as I hand you the bigger of the two. 'You do your cunt, I'll work on your ass. You have 5 minutes to come as often as you can before I'm getting you dressed for dinner, now get to work, Scarlet!'
I wonder what dinner is like
FM: Scarlet
first, you make me dress with my pantyhouse only, my dress revealing my firm,
large tits, which are now permanently aroused from the pain. Before we go,
you stop sharply and tell me to bend backwards over the table, a painful
position. "I want to test something," you say.
"Close your eyes, little whore bitch, or it will be a very painful night
for you!"
I close me eyes and wait for you, held by your mastership even without bonds.
Just when I start to pull back up, because my neck and back are aching, your
arm comes over my chest and slams me down. You hold me there while you
mercilessly beat my pussy with the back of a hairbrush. The count is to ten,
but it's enough. I'm hurt, but not unbearably, but I am unbearably wet. You
grab my fingers and stick as many as you can into my cunt, which is dripping,
in and our, until they are covered with my cunt scent, and then you take my
hand and spread the smell all over my face and hair, so I smell like a
walking cunt.
"Let's see what the men in the restaurant and bar think of you?" you
say.
"Please," I say, "I smell"
"yes, and you;re bruised and wet and your tits are sticking out for
all to see. when you bend over, and believe me you will, every man will see
your pussy and your bruised ass and know that he only has to ask my
permission to go in the back room and abuse you at my direction.
Because you are big and strong and I am runny and weak, you push and
pull me, mostly by the hair, to your car and shove me into the back seat.
You adjust the rearview mirror as you get in the driver's seat.
"Okay, my slave bitch, you're in heat. Shove you legs up to your
chest and let me see you make yourself come as I drive. Put three and four
fingers, even a hand, in your cunt then your ass and pump it. You have ten
minutes till we get there, and you will be coming loud when we arrive, loud
enough to alert the young parking attendant, who will see your pussy and
everything you are."
You pull out of the drive and I see your steel eyes in the mirror.
"If those knees aren't up to your tits and spread wide, and your cunt
isn't spread wide open with your fingers in ten seconds, I will give you a
beating that makes the switches feel like cottom candy. Now DO IT WHORE!"
I scramble, terrified by what you've said, to answer your command. I
am slouched down in the seat, and the smell of pussy engulfs me. My fingers
slide into my puss and I realize two is not enough. I am so hot and wet even
you draw a breath while you drive, fast...........
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