Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 16:04:55 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: my-seventeenth-summer-7

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 7

Driving home after my shopping trip with Madeleine, I thought about what a
strange experience it had been. Looking at it from one perspective,
Madeleine had whored me out--she'd arranged for me to fuck Sara and gotten
free merchandise in exchange. On the other hand, I hadn't exactly resisted.
Quite the opposite, I'd been ready to do Sara behind Madeleine's back.

And there was no denying that it had been exhilarating--the divine tension
of being approached by Sara, followed by the tasty encounter with her in
the fitting room; the stabbing fear of being discovered by Madeleine; and
the overwhelming relief of finding out that she wasn't angry with me. Then
the final twist of finding out that Madeleine had been pulling the strings
all along. The more I thought about it, the more turned I was by having
been her plaything. By giving me the illusion of autonomy, she had drawn
more deeply into her thrall than ever.

I went back to my own house and spent some time laying in the sun, reading.
Every once in a while I'd get a whiff of Sara coming from my body and find
myself with a big stupid smile. Later in the afternoon it started to cloud
over, so I went inside, showered, and changed clothes. About five I decided
that it was time to go over to Madeleine's and start dinner.

I had scarcely walked in the door, though, when the lights went out.
Madeleine had been laying in wait for me, and snuck up behind me and
slipped a blindfold over my eyes before I knew what was happening. I felt
her warm breath on my ear as she whispered, "Hi, Morgan. I came home a
little early today." Then I felt a sweet tingle all over as she stuck her
tongue into my ear.

Madeleine took me by the wrist and guided me for a few steps, then I once
again heard the jingle of keys and the click of the door to the basement
being unlocked. "Now I don't have to tell you," she said as she led me down
the stairs, "that you've been very bad today." When we reached the bottom,
I felt her hands on me, pulling off my T-shirt. Then she took off my bra,
shoes and socks, jeans and panties and I stood there blind, naked and
trembling.

But she slipped a hand between my legs for only a few seconds before
starting to dress me again. In the opposite order she put me into panties,
skirt, socks, shoes, bra and blouse. I couldn't see a thing, but I didn't
have to to know that it was the outfit we'd "acquired" that afternoon. I
felt something cool against my neck--the necklace, of course.

I heard a clinking sound and then Madeleine pulled the blindfold off,
enabling me to see that I was indeed clad in white blouse, plaid skirt, and
black patent leather shoes. A metal band attached my left ankle to a long
chain, the other end of which was attached to the wall. Madeleine was
looking at me coolly but with detectable lust. I could tell that she wanted
badly to take me right then but was holding herself back in favor of
satisfaction that would be more complete for being delayed. "I want you to
spend some time thinking about what you've done," she said, and with that
she turned on her heels and climbed the steps. The sound of the door
closing and locking resounded loudly through the quiet room.

Then it was just me. My ankle chain had plenty of slack, so I walked over
to the couch and sat down. Think about what I'd done, she'd said. Part of
me knew that she was just toying with me...there was never a chance that
I'd actually betray her, because she was in control from the beginning.
Still, I'd been ready in my heart to cheat with Sara. I'd been willing to
risk everything I had with Madeleine for the sake of a pretty face; that
was pretty stupid. But then again, Madeleine had put me in that situation
to begin with, so was it really my fault?

I was confused, and the more I thought about it, the more my head swam.
Eventually I just laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. It had been a
long, eventful day and eventually I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke with a start at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. It was dark
in the room and I was still half in adream; I struggled to call to mind
where I was and what was happening. The footsteps drew closer; a match
flared and lit a candle, then another and another.

A figure was visible in the dimness, but it took a few seconds for my eyes
to start to adjust to the light. The figure was dressed in a loose-fitting
black three-piece suit with a white shirt and thin black tie. A
wide-brimmed fedora obscured the face and I wondered if I might still be
dreaming. Could this be Madeleine? The figure was not only dressed like a
man but walked and carried itself like a man. I checked the hands, but they
were hidden by black leather gloves.

I felt a surge of panic--was I chained down here with a stranger? Was that
my punishment? Had some sick freak broken into the house while I was
sleeping and overpowered Madeleine? Imagine his incredible luck, to
discover a 17-year-old blonde in schoolgirl dress chained in the basement.

But then the figure looked up at me, and I caught a glimpse of those steely
gray eyes that I knew so well. I had barely had time to breathe a sigh of
relief when she spoke. "I hear that you've misbehaved yourself."

It was Madeleine's voice, but it had a different quality to it, deeper and
hoarser. It also had an inflection that struck me as really familiar...but
why?

"Answer me, young lady." Then it hit me...of course, this was the same tone
of voice my father used when he was admonishing me for something. Madeleine
was assuming the role of the father, traditional dispenser of discipline in
the family. So I played along.

"Yes, Daddy, I know. I was wrong."

"It's good that you admit it," she said, crossing to sit on the sofa next
to me. She patted her lap. "Now come to Daddy."

I moved to Madeleine and she lay me across her lap face down. She lifted up
my skirt and, though I was expecting it, the first slap on my ass was firm
and forceful and it stung. A second, even harder one on the other cheek
followed. The rush of pain was sudden and shocking, and I felt tears start
to well up in my eyes. Madeleine was not kidding around about this; she
spanked me hard and repeatedly, alternating cheeks, and I did cry a little
as the soreness mounted. But I never thought of resisting. I knew I had it
coming to me.

The punishment paused as Madeleine pulled my panties down around my thighs.
Then I felt the leather glove smack sharply against my bare ass, and I
yelped. Madeleine's voice was calm and flat. "The truth hurts, doesn't it,
sweetie?"

I winced now when the blows struck my tender behind. They assumed a rhythm,
one cheek and then the other. But then that rhythm began to change. Each
slap was followed by a caress. I felt the impact of the gloved hand
followed by soft leather gliding across my ass. This quickly got my juices
flowing, and then the caresses grew longer and began to slip down between
my legs. The pain and the pleasure mixed and then the pain was gone as
Madeleine's fingers entered me, fucked me, and brought me slowly to a
howling climax.

I felt flushed and limp and infinitely malleable. Now Madeleine gently
lifted me and positioned me so that I was kneeling between her legs.
Reaching down, she opened her zipper and something popped out--an enormous
strap-on dildo. I'd felt something pressing against my stomach while I was
across her lap, but hadn't had time to think about what it was. Now
Madeleine took the dildo in one hand and pointed it toward me. "Now suck
Daddy's cock, baby."

I didn't have any experience at that, but I began to work on it as I
imagined one would a penis. I ran my tongue along the shaft, then took the
head into my mouth. Madeleine bucked her hips, driving more of it into my
mouth. I gagged momentarily, then adjusted, striving to take as much of its
massive length as possible. I felt Madeleine's hand on the back of my head.
"Good girl," she said.

It was weird, but the thing in my mouth really felt alive. I could swear I
felt it throbbing, felt body heat coming from it and blood surging through
its veins, as if it really were her cock. I moved my mouth up and down its
length, teasing it with my tongue and lips, believing that Madeleine could
feel my every action.

Pushing me away with a look of passionate concentration, Madeleine reached
down and unlocked my ankle chain. Then she lifted me up roughly and carried
me over to the platform in the corner, where she deposited me with my tits
pressed against the leather surface and my ass in the air. Circling a hand
around my waist, she quickly penetrated me, plunging that giant cock deep
into me.

Fortunately, I'd had my cherry broken fooling around with Tracy and Kimiko
the previous summer, but I'd never had anything that big inside me before.
It hurt at first but it also gave me a delicious sensation of being
completely filled up. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Madeleine had
a faraway look, her face rapt as she pounded into me again and again. Again
I imagined that the cock had become flesh and blood, that it was really a
part of Madeleine deep inside me, its shaft tickling my clit. We moaned in
unison as I came, my whole body dissolving into a single point of white
light.

She collapsed on top of me, her instrument of pleasure still firmly grasped
in my dripping pussy. When at last we stood again, I wrapped my arms around
Madeleine and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, Daddy." I said. "I
needed that."

Then I stripped off Madeleine's jacket and tie, her, shoes and socks, shirt
and pants. I unfastened the harness that held the dildo and, easing her
back onto the couch, spread her legs and commenced to show my gratitude in
my favorite way. Still dressed in my schoolgirl outfit, I spent a long,
long time giving my full attention to her long-neglected cunt.