Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 11:43:50 +0200 (CEST)
From: bubsy <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: SLAVE GIRL (Category: BDSM/submission/lesbian/bisexual)

SLAVE GIRL
by Teresa Yam

We pick you up at the airport and load your cases. We are taking you to our
weekend retreat in the country. My wife drives while I sit in the back with
you. I start feeling you up, put my hands inside your white tee-shirt. Your
tits are soft and warm, naked and free. You are wearing skin-tight lamé
pants which show all the folds, nooks and crannies of your arse and cunt,
which pouts lewdly through the gossamer-like material inviting my touch. I
put my hand on it and feel its heat, its divine sponginess. I wonder if you
are shaved and hope you are not because I love hairy pussies.

We pull off the road, into a lay-by near some trees, because you want
desperately to pee. You're thirsty too.

I tell you I want to watch you and to do it in front of me. You peel off
your gold lame pants. You are not wearing panties and you are unshaven. You
feel embarrassed at first and have trouble starting. I tell you to relax,
not to worry. Then it comes, a spluttering dribble at first, and then a
nice full glittering stream in the sunlight. Lovely!

Then it's my turn.

I tell you I want you to kneel in front of me. I unzip and hold my cock in
my hand and ask you to open your mouth. I put my cock inside and start
pissing. You swallow like crazy to keep up with the flow, coughing and
choking all the time. My piss goes over your face, onto your white
tee-shirt which goes all transparent and shows your tits real nice, all the
outline and detail and colour, the pink titties, the dark aureoles, the
pointy nipples -- just like in a wet tee-shirt contest. Man, it's so
fucking horny.

My wife watches us from the car. I'd love for her to see you suck me off,
see me shoot my load right down your throat or maybe give you a nice
facial, but we don't have time and have to get under way again. Some
walkers are just emerging from the clearing between the trees. We make
ourselves decent just in time....

Part Two

For the rest of the journey you are quiet. At my request you have taken
everything off so that now you are completely naked. I amuse myself with
your body. I catch my wife's reflection in the driving mirror. She smiles
knowingly, encouraging me in my actions. I smile back. She runs her tongue
around her cherry lips. I know what she's thinking.

I put two fingers in your cunt and one in your asshole and frig you a
little, see how wet you become. You feel quite tight in your smaller hole
and I make a mental note to address that as soon as we get to the
cottage. You need to be eased there. All your orifices are to be made
available to Pamela and myself at any time of day or night, because our
perverted urges sometimes come at the most awkward moments.

I take my fingers out of your body and let you smell them. I tell you to
lick them clean too. You do so, looking into my eyes all the time. There is
a hint of arrogance and insolence in them that I find unbecoming. I
determine to rid you of it at the earliest opportunity.

I turn you around so I can study your back. Your bottom and your thighs
make little squeaking sounds on the leather as you twist. The skin of your
back is smooth and tanned. You have a tattoo in the small of your
back. It's very pretty. I stroke the skin of your shoulders and then your
back. Your flesh is flawless. I'd love to whip you and mark you, pretty
marks of course, a little decoration for our delectation... mine and
Pamela's, naturally... and yours if you would care to look in a mirror
afterwards. We could make some nice stripy patterns on your unblemished
flesh.

I ask you if you have ever been with a woman. You say that you kissed a
girl once, at a school prom, out of curiosity. But that was all it was. You
didn't really take to it. I inform you that Pamela is bisexual and that she
will expect to have sex with you, it's part of the deal. You look unsure
about it. I give you a reassuring hug and you smile and relax.

"I'll try to please both of you," you say.

"And what about whipping? We mentioned in our email. Would you be up for
it?"

"I've never been whipped. I wouldn't know what to say about it."

I stroke the skin on your shoulder and kiss it. "It would make us both very
happy if you would at least try it. It can be pleasurable for both
parties. It doesn't have to be too painful. We are very skilled at
it. There are different kinds of whips. Different levels of pain."

And then I take you in my arms and kiss you. Your soft mounds push into my
chest and your mouth comes open. You are supplicant and I sense your
willingness to give yourself freely, not only for my benefit, but hopefully
Pamela's too.


(...continued in Part Three...)