Paying the Price

Paying the Price

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Paying the Price........1

1. Bad news........1

3. Testing the merchandise........4

4. The deep end........6

5. A special kind of pampering........9

6. Getting naked........11

7. Finishing........13

8. Learning the ropes........16

9. Light entertainment........19

10. The morning after the night before........23

11. Beauty treatment........24

12. The slut chair........27

13. Pet bitch........30

14. The movie........32

15. A pleasurable task........34

16. The slut chair – with a twist........37

17. Serving Master and Mistress........39

18. An evening at home........41

19. Anything to cum........42

20. A long weekend........46

21. Performance........52

1. Bad news

"The professor is out right now, but he left a note saying he would like to see you at his residence tonight at 8 to discuss your thesis."
The assistants face clearly shows what she thinks about the professor meeting students at his home. Not that he would ever invite her home. Not unless she lost about 20 pounds, got rid of those ridiculous glasses and gave herself a make-over. Total body make-over, that is. Nerds do come in male and female varieties apparently. But having to trudge up to the professor's place would be a drag. There was this party I wanted to go to. But getting my A from him wouldn't take too long. After all some guy at UCLA got an A for the same paper already. I turn to go.
"Oh, there is something else."
Now what? I turn wearily.
"Yes?"
"The professor also mentioned on his note that there is an interesting paper he wants you to read to prepare for you discussion."
She hands me a note. I grab it and shut the door. Prepare for the discussion? Damn, there goes my afternoon. I hardly know my "own" paper. I walk over to the library. I hope this thing is not too long. Idly I glance at the note. "Varieties of style - Shakespeare's and Spenser's interpretation of the Sonnet form" by Phil Cortez:
DAMN!
I turn and make for the elevator. No need to search the library. I have that paper right at home, on my computer. Only it has my name on it there.
Damn, how did he find out? I walk across the campus in a daze. My thoughts swirl through my head without any order or purpose. In my apartment I plonk down on the couch. Now what?
I can form a clear thought, so I do what I always do, when I need to calm down. I pull down the zipper of my denims and push my hand into my panties. Ahhh, that feels good. Not as good as that big cock I had in there last weekend, but good enough. I rub my clitty, change my hands several times and sniff and lick the other hand. It takes me less than five minutes to cum. After that I feel better. I always do.
So, what now? There is no question he knows I plagiarized and the similarities are too obvious to bluff my way out. But if he just wanted to flunk me, why this invitation to his house? I guess he wants to give me a last chance somehow. So what does he expect? Shall I play contrite, maybe cry? I'm not good enough an actor for that. Argue with him? What is there to argue about? Plagiarising is THE cardinal sin in academia. Offer him a bribe? Ridiculous. He earns more in a month than I make in a year flipping burgers at Dairy Queen. There is nothing I could offer him. Or is there?
Thinking back to his seminars and previous meetings I seem to remember quite a few looks that in hindsight seem more than professional interest. He's not young anymore, but then he is far fro an old man. Could it be he wants the kind of bribe women have been offering for millennia? He's not exactly my type and I doubt sex with him would be much fun, but then I'd be getting my rewards in a different way. And having sex with him once wouldn't be too much of a sacrifice.
Whichever way I think of it, it seems the only chance that I have. But how to go about it? Dress to kill? That tight tank-top that makes my nipples stand out like darts? My ultra-mini skirt that makes my legs look like the go on forever? High heels to make the look even longer? Yeah, that outfit would also make me look like a hooker on the prowl. Somehow I don't take him for the type wo be attracted by hookers. Play the confused young student? Jeans and t-shirt, maybe pigtails? Not a turn-on, unless he is a paedophile and I certainly don't take him for one of those perverts. Classy, that sounds more like it. I look through my wardrobe. Not too much classy clothes I can afford on Dairy Queen wages. But there is this sky-blue number, almost (but not quite) silk, clinging, but not too obviously so.
I jump in the shower, take time on my hair and make-up, then put on my best perfume (ears, neck, breasts, pussy). Underwear? I compromise, white silky panties, but no bra. With my boob size they are more for decoration anyway. When I slip into the dress, I shiver. The soft material glides over my bare nipples like a soft caress. I look at myself in the mirror. Nice! Perhaps a bit more lipstick. No, don't overdo it.
I let the air-conditioning in my car run for a couple of minutes, while I stand outside in the shade. Don't want to be sticky with sweat. Looking at my watch, I get in. 7.47. I'd better get a move on.
At 7.59 I pull up in front of the professor's house. Nice place. No near neighbours, plenty of space, a well-maintained garden and a good view down the valley. I get out and walk to the front door. Taking a deep breath I ring the bell. After a few seconds steps approach the door and he opens it himself.
"Good evening, professor. You wanted to see me."

2. The deal

"Come in, Carina". 
He turns and leads me into what had to be his study. He takes his seat behind a massive desk. I look around, but there is no other chair in the room. He looks at me for a few seconds.
"You know exactly why I wanted to see you............but before I send you to the Dean's office.............. I should just wash my hands of you, and you seemed like such a promising candidate, and now............I'm really disappointed in you. Have you anything to say that can make me change my mind?"
What can I say? You can fuck me right now, professor? That would be way too direct. I'll have to bide my time and wait for an opening.
"Oh please, Professor Jack, I feel so stupid in front of you. Please give me another chance. I know it was stupid to plagiarize, but I will not do it again. And I will try to make it up."
"You realize of course that I should report you immediately and that your chances of getting a diploma would be virtually zero. Besides how would you be able to "make it up"? Write another paper for this guy at UCLA that he can publish under his name?"
His voice was cold and cutting.
"No, professor, I know that would not be right. I meant.   I mean .... You caught me before the paper was published in any way, so no serious harm was done. And I am willing to learn my lesson. I mean ... Basically he wasn't harmed, but plagiarizing like that I tried to cheat you. So besides being a better student in the future, I should make it up to you."
That was rather neatly done, I think. I hope he bites. But he just keeps looking at me.
"And how would you "make it up to me"? I have a number or research and teaching assistance who have proven they are good scholars. What would I want with you?"
I gulp. Here goes.
"I wasn't thinking of working for you at the department," I say slowly. "Though if that is what you want, I will do it, of course. I was thinking of making it up to you personally."
He steepled his hands and gave me a long stare.
"You want to clean my house? I have a housekeeper for that and I doubt your cooking would come up to her standard."
Damn, is this guy dumb?
"I was thinking of more personal services, professor."
Still that unnerving stare. Finally he says.
"Look, Carina. Let's not play games. Either I report you to Dean's office or what? What exactly are you suggesting. And no more riddles. You have one more chance."
I take a deep breath.
"You can sleep with me, professor."
He still doesn't move, but the corners of his mouth crease in an ironic smile.
"So you are suggesting to buy my silence by offering your body to me?" He waits until I nod. "You are a student of English, Carina. Tell me, what is the English word for a woman, who sells her body?"
I blush and bite my lips.
"Well, Carina, I think we should be perfectly clear her. What is the proper word?"
"A prostitute," I mumble.
"Well, that word is more of a Latin origin. I think the good old Anglo-Saxon word is called for here. What are you proposing to be for me, Carina?"
The bastard!
"A whore!"
"Indeed. And what would this whore do for me? And remember to speak out clearly. I mean, what is the point of "sleeping" with you?"
Damn it, why do I have to spell it out.
"You can fuck me", I hiss.
His face darkens.
"Carina, remember that you made this proposal. I think I can expect more friendliness from a whore who wants to sell herself to me."
"Yes, professor," I force myself to smile invitingly. "Please, will you fuck me?"
"Of course not."
My eyes widen.
"You were saying you had insulted me by presenting this copied paper. And now you are proposing to enjoy me having sex with you? You can't wait to get fucked, can you? Just look at the way your nipples are sticking through your dress."
As I look down I notice with embarrassment that he is right. I'm at a loss for words. What does he want?
"Let me make one thing clear. If, and I say, IF I should accept your proposal, I do it as a punishment for you. One you richly deserve, by the way. This will not be for your pleasure."
"Of course not, professor."
But you can't help giving me pleasure when you fuck me.
"So here are my terms: If I accept your offer, you will do what I tell you to do, no hesitation, no objections. Understood?"
"Yes, professor, of course."
He is going to do it. My career is saved. Small price to give him a blowjob or two tonight.
"And to guarantee your good behaviour for the rest of your stay here, you will come here every Saturday at noon and be at my disposal until Sunday noon. We will review your academic work and what follows will partly depend on your performance there."
For the rest of my stay? Every Saturday?
"But, professor ......."
"Take it or leave it, Carina. Shall I phone the Dean now?"
What choice do I have.
"No, professor, I accept."
"Ok, then let us see, if I accept, too. Let us inspect the merchandise. Open your dress and expose your nipples."
Automatically I start undoing the top buttons. He keeps watching while he pours himself a bourbon and adds some ice.
"Those nips could be bigger still. Take an ice cube and rub it around your nipples."
I obey and feel my nipples growing even longer and painfully hard.
"Your tits are nothing to write home about, but your nips aren't bad. Now show me your cunt."
I wince at the word, but undo my dress completely and let it fall to the floor. I hook my thumbs into my sheer panties and dragged them down. Here I am now standing naked (except for my shoes) in front of my professor who inspects me like a piece of livestock. My face is flushed, but to my surprise I feel that it was only partly shame. The other reason is excitement.

3. Testing the merchandise

“I see you are keeping your cunt shaved, Carina. Very good. A whore should do that. Tell me, has it been much used lately?”

He leaned back comfortably and sipped his bourbon.

“I … I beg your pardon?”

“I mean has it entertained a lot of cocks lately? And you will show some respect and address me as Sir.”

I bite my lips. The cheek of the man. Asking about my sex life as if it was the most commonplace topic in the world.

“No, Sir.”

He shakes his head.

“That won’t do, Carina. If you want to be my whore, I expect obedience and that includes answering my questions. Fully. In detail. Without me having to ask twice! So: How many cocks this month, how often?”

Will I have no privacy?

“Three, Sir, seven times in total.”

Belatedly I realize I have called him Sir. He wags his head.

“Quite the slut, eh? I guess by the time you get your diploma you plan on having fucked half the student population. That will have to stop. From now on you will ask my permission to have sex with anyone. And you will not have any sex on Thursdays and Fridays under any circumstances. I want you hot and willing. Understood? And by the way, that includes masturbation.”

I can only stare at him.

“Are you mad? Do you think I will change my entire life to please you?”

He doesn’t even blink.

“As a matter of fact I do. It will take you hardly more than a year until you graduate. After that you can fuck around as much as you want. But if you want to graduate, you will do as I say.”

A year? He must truly be mad. But then so was I when I copied that paper. I want to scream and scratch his eyes out, but I know I am at his mercy.

“Yes, Sir” I answer meekly.

“Now we were talking about masturbation. How often do you do it?”

For some reason now it is getting easier to answer.

“About 3 or 4 times a day, when I’m not having sex.”

That makes him smile.

“I guess with two days of enforced chastity I will have a very horny whore on Saturdays then. Good. How do you usually do it? Any favourite ways?”

“A finger on my clit, Sir, and another in …”

I stop myself before I blurt out the embarrassing truth. But it’s too late.

“The other in …?” he prompts.

“In my ass” I answer blushing furiously.

“In your ass? How interesting. Show me!”

My eyes go wide. Show him? Never. But he knows me too well already.

“Rub your clit for a few seconds,” he orders.

To my surprise I realize my finger is between my legs before he has even finished. Ahhh, this feels so good rubbing my wet clit.

“STOP!”

I start and automatically pull my fingers away.

“Now one in your asshole and one on your clit.”

I go beet red, but how can I stop myself from fingering. I reach around and push one finger into the tight pucker. Then start on my clitty again. Mhhhhhhh.

“Turn around and bend over.”

Yes, this feels so good. I hardly notice I am obeying him. I smell my own pussy, hear the wet sounds as my finger makes as it works on my clit.

“What a shameless, filthy whore you are. Standing here naked in front of me giving me a good view of your finger working in your asshole. Do you often get fucked in the ass?”

“No, Sir,” I gasp, too busy on my clit to resist.

“Ever been buggered at all?”

“Yes, Sir, once.”

“But I guess you give blowjobs regularly.”

“Yes, Sir, I do, Sir.”

Just a few more minutes and I’ll have another orgasm. Oh yes.

“You trained to throat fuck?”

“No, Sir.”

“Have you ever licked pussy?”

“Three times, Sir.”

“Good, a good whore should serve all comers.”

He leaves me alone for a few seconds, then suddenly I hear his commanding voice again.

“STOP! Leave your finger in your ass, but take the other hand away from your cunt. Lick it clean.”

Reluctantly I comply.

“Wipe you cunt with your panties. I don’t want you dripping your cuntjuice onto my rugs.”

I feel so ridiculous hunting for my panties and wiping my pussy with them still with my finger in my ass. Why doesn’t he let me finish myself?

“Ok, whore. That’s clean enough. Blowjob!”

I try to collect myself and walking awkwardly I come around the desk towards him.

“What do you want here? You don’t expect me to move to accommodate you, do you?”

A quick jerk of the head sends me back to the other side of the desk, then he nods. he wants me to crawl under the desk! I open my mouth to protest, but a raised eyebrow reminds me I have no choice. I get down on one hand and my knees and awkwardly crawl under the desk. A big bulge is showing in his pants. My ass must still be showing so I can’t risk pulling my finger out, which makes it impossible to open his pants.

“Use your mouth, stupid.” he growls.

I place my face in his lap and try to pull down the zipper. I feel his cock rubbing against my face. It seems to take ages, but he makes no move to help me. Finally the zipper is down and luckily his hard cock jumps out right away. I lick along the shaft, then slowly glide my lips around it. It tastes of precum, which suddenly makes me even hornier and I start sucking him in earnest.

“Not bad for a start, but you need a lot of practice in cocksucking. But you will have that. After all we have a lot of Saturdays before us. Oh, by the way. I accept you as my personal whore. Now suck more slowly. I want this to take a long time.”

Above me on the desk I hear another shot of bourbon poured and ice tinkling in the glass, when he savours the taste. I have a different taste to savour.

4. The deep end

At first I am mostly angry with him for making me give head in this humiliating position, but when I calm down a bit I start worrying about someone coming in. He did mention a housekeeper. If she should come in now and see me under the desk, my ass sticking out and my finger still in my ass. Then I realize it would be just as embarrassing for him for the housekeeper to find him getting a blowjob.

While my tongue and lips caress his cock I find I am starting to enjoy it. I have always loved sucking cock (though I never told the men so) and his is big and very hard with a nice texture to it. I find myself fantasizing what it must feel like having it in my pussy. Slowly I work my finger inside my ass. I know I’ll never come this way, but it still feels good. I wonder what his cum tastes like.

“Slow down, whore. Don’t get too eager for my cum.”

Damn, can he read minds? I obey and go more slowly running my tongue all over his head, then slowly running my lips down his length for as far as it will go. His cock is too long to take completely, of course. Then I suck and just as slowly pull back, lick the underside of his head and feel his cock twitching in my mouth. I keep repeating this always ending with a few quick flicks of the tongue. I don’t know how long it has taken, but I hear his breathing get harder. He is close now. But I don’t change my rhythm. If he wants to be in command let him command. But he doesn’t. He enjoys every second of it, does not hurry.

But then he reaches the point of no return. I hear his hissing breath, feel his cock jump and a second later taste his first spurt of cum. I slow down somewhat, tease and tickle his cock and am rewarded with a number of more loads of man juice. He still does not move when his cock stops spurting but lets it grow soft in my mouth. Minutes later he suddenly pushes his chair back.

“Forward!”

Somewhat surprised I crawl towards him until my head is free of the desk and look up at him. he takes his cock in his right hand and wipes it against my face. What am I? A rag to wipe your dirt on? But in my position there is no escape and I can only wait until he has wiped his cock clean and smeared my face with his semen and my saliva. Without a word he zips himself and takes another sip from his glass. Only the does he look down at me.

“Back and up!”

He really makes me crawl all way back out from under the desk. When I stand in front of it again he adds.

“And take that finger out of your asshole.”

Does he have to be so disgusting? He points towards a corner by the door.

“Wait in the corner, face to the wall. Hands clasped behind your back. When I command “corner” that is how your will spend the time when you are not needed.”

Without paying any further attention to me he picks up the phone. I assume the position in the corner like a naughty child. I hear him talk on the phone, but his voice is too low to understand his words. Is that what he intends to do? Keep me in the corner while he attends to his business? Is that how I am going to spend my weekends? Waiting to give an occasional blowjob? Can’t he fuck me? After all I am horny. Suddenly I hear his footsteps.

“Attention.” His voice is low, but has a quality that demands instant obedience. I turn around and look at him.

“When I command “attention” you will face me and kneel with your legs spread. Your hands remain where they are. As long as you are in that position you will make sure you always face me and never turn your eyes from me. Now obey.”

I kneel, open my knees and look up at him. I know my pussy must be glistening with my juices, but he does not even look down. Instead he walks to a side table and picks up a paper, then turns towards me and raises his eyebrow. What now? Then I remember and adjust my position so that my entire body faces him.

“In the future, when you fail to obey an order, your punishment will be more severe,” he says as he walks back in my direction, then suddenly lashes out and slaps my left breast with the paper.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

Punishment? Is he crazy? Am I a child that has misbehaved? He gives me a tired look.

“Of course that hurt. Punishment is supposed to. You have choice of course. If you don’t like the way I treat you, you can always walk out. And face the consequences. As long as you stay, however, I will make sure that you fulfil your part of the deal and do what I say. And if you don’t, you will be punished. Reward and punishment, hat is the way you train a pet, isn’t it? Now when you are punished you are of course allowed to utter spontaneous exclamations of pain, but any objection is not acceptable. So in order to show me that you have understood the need for punishment, you will now beg me to slap your other tit as punishment for your objection.”

Beg him to hit me? This is all …. I take a deep breath. What choices do I have. I’ll make sure he won’t have a chance to punish me.

“Slap my breast then.”

“That will be two more. One for using the wrong term for someone like you, the other for failing to say please. My whore never orders, she begs.”

What is the use.

“Please slap my tit as punishment, Sir.”

The paper licks out and delivers 3 more strokes that leave my breasts quivering.

“Now for the reason I brought this paper. You will report to the address I have marked in Saturday at 10am and ask for Barbara. I have already booked your treatment. She will know what to do. It will take most of Saturday.”

He drops the paper on the floor and turns to leave the room.

“Wait. And in case you don’t know how: You always wait on your knees, but you are free to do whatever you want without leaving your place.” he says as he goes, then adds. “Except of course play with yourself.”

He leaves the door ajar. I pick up the paper and find the advert he has marked in red.

BEAUTIFUL BODY

Come as a woman – leave as a goddess

Our salon spa will transform you into the woman you always wanted to be

coiffure, manicure, pedicure, massage, beauty treatment, make-up, laser hair removal, piercing

While I am reading he comes back with a paper in his hand reading as he paces up and down the room. He ignores me completely. A beauty salon, and from the add one of the kind I could never afford as a student. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all. I can certainly do with a day of pampering, a nice massage, some facial mask, and maybe the laser can help me get rid of those hairs that ruin my bikini line. I can get used to being that guy’s weekend slut.

Suddenly I hear a chirping sound and I realize his footfalls have stopped. When I look up his cock is only inches from my face. Even flaccid it looks impressive. Automatically I open my mouth and scoop up his cock with my lips.

“Good whore,” he comments, but when I start sucking it to get it hard, he pulls back and slaps my face.

“Did I tell you to suck my cock, stupid whore? When I want head, I’ll tell you so.”

He puts his half-erect cock back into his pants and continues walking. What the hell…? If he doesn’t want a blowjob, why stick his cock in my face? And why walk away now? My left cheek burns from where he slapped me. I have always hated being slapped in the face, but somehow the burning feels good. My eye catch the paper again. Ahh, yes, two more days and I’ll enjoy a day of pamp…

He pulls my face up and shoves his cock into my mouth again. This time I just let it happen. Out of the corner of my eye I see he is still reading that paper. Does he just want his cock kept warm. Suddenly I feel hot liquid in my mouth. Can he cum like this? then the taste hits me. He is peeing in my mouth. I want to pull away, but his hand is at the back of my head holding my in a vice-like  grip.

“Swallow, piss-whore,” he orders in a calm voice his without taking his eyes from the paper.

And I swallow. The hot urine tastes sharp and sweet at the same time and it keeps flowing into my mouth making me swallow hard. Is that what I am for him, a piss-whore? Just a convenient hole to stick his cock into when he needs to take a leak. Not even a woman, a toilet? And then it hits me. While his hot stream is running down my throat, a stream of pussyjuice is running down my leg. I am horny as hell. Yes, piss on me, make me stick my finger into my ass, make me crawl and beg and give head jobs. Yes, do all that to me and make me horny like a bitch in heat. I swallow every last drop, then lick his cock clean.

“May I put your cock back now, Sir”, I enquire in a humble voice.

He looks down at me in surprise, then nods smiling.

“You actually liked that, didn’t you? It usually takes quite a while to train them to do that well. But you, … you are the most depraved fuckbitch I have had. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” His smile disappears. “And next time I expect you to serve as my toilet without me having to hold your head in place. And you had better drink every drop or you’ll lick the rest off the floor while having your ass whipped.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You bet I’ll drink every drop and suck the last ones from your cock. I’ll be the best toilet you have ever had.

5. A special kind of pampering

On Saturday at 10 I open the door of the spa. I had some trouble finding it. Even the location is very private and exclusive. The house looks like an expensive villa and the interior looks like my entire month’s wages wouldn’t even buy me a handshake from the receptionist. She is drop-dead gorgeous. Of course. Do I detect a slightly disapproving look at my cheap jeans? But of course she does not let it detract from her professional friendliness.

“Welcome to Beautiful Body, Ma’am. How can we make you look even more beautiful today?”

She certainly has the sales spiel down pat.

“I was told to be here at 10 and ask for Barbara.”

Damn it, ‘was told’. What must she think of me? But she doesn’t bat an eyelid.

“Ah yes, Barbara is our specialist. Please take a seat. Barbara will be with you presently.”

Somewhat nervously I sit down. I wonder what the professor has intended for me. Somehow I don’t think I will have much choice in the treatment I am going to receive. Footfalls on the marble floor make me look up. The woman coming towards me is about my age, but even taller than I am. Her legs are shown off to full advantage by the high heels and the short tight white “labcoat” she is wearing. Her blonde hair cascades down over her shoulders and onto medium sized, but very firm breasts. She gives me a rather cold smile and extends a hand.

“You must be Carina. The professor has already told me about you at some length.”

I bet he hasn’t told you half of it. I get up and shake her hand. It is soft, but her grasp is surprisingly firm. Probably a masseuse.

“Follow me, please. We have a long day ahead of us.” As she turns to go she adds. “And the professor wants you delivered to his house at 6.”

Delivered. Sounds like I am a piece of furniture he bought. Well, in a sense I am. I feel my nipples contracting. She takes me down a series of corridors to a treatment room that looks more like an expensive living-room.

“Undress.”

Her professional friendliness seems to have disappeared suddenly and her voice is cold and commanding. I look at her in some irritation, but then shrug and pull off my t-shirt. While I pull down my jeans she keeps looking at me. Probably thinking of what sort of treatment I need. But she could be more discreet about it. Even when I remove my panties her eyes never leave my body. I feel somewhat embarrassed under her close scrutiny.

“We will start with the usual. You will find a private sauna behind that door over there. Stay inside until I come to fetch you.”

Whatever happened to the smile and the politeness? I will mention this to the professor. After all he must be paying a lot of money to have me pampered.

The sauna is small and very hot. I sit down and at once the sweat starts pouring down my body. But I love the sauna, so I stretch out and relax. It seems to take a long time until the door opens. I step out immediately. Barbara’s hand indicates the cold shower. But I have hardly rinsed off and cooled off a bit, when she cuts off the water.

“Stand in the middle of the room and hold your arms horizontally.”

Slightly confused I obey. Then I feel something scraping my back  I look over my shoulder and Barbara is standing behind me vigorously rubbing something that looks like white sand into my back.

“What are you doing?”

“A salt rub down. Best peeling there is,” she replies curtly.

When she is done with my back she continues with my butt. Without hesitation her fingers glide into my crack and rub the salt everywhere. Somehow the rough touch is very erotic and my nipples harden. If she notices she does not let on, but continues down my legs, the up in front. I’m almost waiting for her to rub my pussy, but she stops at my thighs. A second later her hand rub over my shoulders, then straight onto my breasts. The salt hurts my nipples and I gasp, but she ignores me. When she has done my stomach she stops for a moment.

“What are you waiting for, spread!”

Who does she think she is? My mistress? But I do want her touch between my legs and spread. The kiss of the salt is rough and leaves my pussy tingling. Finally she gets up.

“Ok, that’s it. Back in the sauna.”

I will certainly complain to the professor. He can treat me that way, but here they can be a lot more friendly for all the money they charge. The sauna feels even hotter than before I and I am pouring with sweat. But the heat makes me feel pleasantly drowsy. Not a bad life, if he sends me here regularly. By the time Barbara opens the door I am feeling very mellow. After the rinse she motions me back into the same position. More salt? But then she collects some fir branches from a basket and stands in front of me. When the branch hits me It stings like a thousand needles. I am just about ready to protest, when I remember this the way they do it in Finland, whip each other with branches to get the circulation going in your skin. So I stand stock-still. The branches make me skin tingle all over and I feel my pussy tingling with it. She does look damn good. What would it be like to be dominated by a woman like her. Is she going to tell me to spread my legs and whip my pussy, too? But instead she drops the branch and orders me back into the sauna for a third round. When it is over I rinse off more thoroughly and dry myself off with a towel the size of a mainsail and the softness of mink. I can definitely get used to this. Again she makes me stand in the middle of  the room and walks around me slowly.

“Your skin is quite nice, a few freckles, but you often get them in redheads. Your hair needs some work though. You will keep it long, let it grow longer, in fact, but we will teach you how to make it look appealing. You will learn how to apply make-up correctly, too. Now let’s have a look at the rest of your body.”

She steps back and holds her chin in her hands, then suddenly stretches out her hands and rolls my nipples a few times between her fingers. I gasp at the touch, but do not move. Only when she lowers her hand and pushes it between my pussylips searching for my clit, I jump back.

“Stop pawing me, you dyke. Do you treat all the ladies here like that?”

She stares at me for a moment, then laughs out loud.

“Ladies? Of course I would never treat a lady like that, but I already told you I know about you. You are one of the professor’s playthings. You are not the first girl he sends here and you won’t be the last. The only reason you are here is that he wants me to make you a better sex object. So stop putting on airs. I’m sure the professor told you to do as I say. And from now on you will. I won’t take any more lip from a cheap slut like you. Understood?”

I gape at her. He has actually told her everything? Not the first and not the last?

“I said have you understood me, slut?”

“Yes, Barbara.”

“And that will be Miss Barbara to you.”

“Yes, Miss Barbara”

“Now spread those cunnylips for me.”

So I am to be dominated by her? This might be exciting. I reach down and pull my lips apart.

She squats and peels back the hood from my clit. I shiver. When she rises there is a smile on her face.

“You’re a hot one, aren’t you? Getting wet while I inspect your clit? The professor is going to have a lot of fun with you. Now we will start the treatment.”

She walks over to the wall and comes back with something small and glowing pink in her hands.

“The professors prefers long nipples. Yours aren’t too bad, but we will try and get them a bit longer for him.”

She applies the small suction cups to my nipples and I feel how they are stretched and elongated.

“You will wear these today, then take them home and wear them for a few hours every day. Now lay down on that chair.”

I have hardly lain down, when she presses a few buttons and the chair moves into a horizontal position. The next half hour is pure bliss as she gives me an expert massage. And that does include my breasts, my butt cheeks and even my mound. When I moan softly, she remarks.

“Don’t get any ideas. Just getting you nice and horny for the professor.”

She finishes with my legs and me on my back again. I have my eyes closed and enjoy. When I open them she is busy fixing soft leather restraints around my ankles.

“Hey, what do you think you are doing?”

“I said no lip from you, slut!” she hisses. “If you have a question, you my ask nicely.”

Ok, I better get in the habit.

“What are these for, Miss Barbara?”

“Much better. The professor insists on his sluts spreading wide for him and we are going to help you to do that. Now lie still”

She fixes other restraints around thighs and my waist, the pushes a button on the console next to the chair. The bottom end of the chair starts moving, separating, spreading my legs in the process. It moves slowly, but soon I feel a pulling in my thighs.

“Ouch, that hurst,” I cry out, then add. “Miss Barbara.”

She lets it spread me just a little bit wider, then stops. She sits down on a low chair and rolls between my legs and has a close look at my pussy.

“When did you shave your pussy?”

“Yesterday evening, Miss Barbara.”

“And it feels like sandpaper already. Yes, he was right about that.”

She gets up and speaks into a wall-mounted phone. When she comes back  she places a bottle of mineral water beside the chair.

“Here, you will be thirsty. I will be back when you are done.”

She leaves me alone, tied to the chair, my legs spread wide. I am thirsty though after the sauna, so I drink up two glasses quickly.

6. Getting naked

While I am pouring the third the door opens. I gasp. The man is in his late twenties, dark-haired and deeply tanned. In other words, a hunk. I’d love to meet him anywhere, but not here, not now, not like this. He does not seem to see me, but pulls a machine on wheels after him. He places it next to me, then sits down on the chair and inspects my pussy. Despite everything that has happened, I still blush. Without looking up he comments.

“Nice snatch. I can see why you need my services though.”

He reaches for what looks like a thick pen attached to the machine by a cord, then presses a button.

“Where do you work?”

“Work? I’m a student, but I have a job flipping burgers.”

It feels weird to be making smalltalk in a situation like this. He looks up grinning.

“I don’t mean the fiction. I mean, a dungeon? An agency? Or do you work the streets?”

“WHAT?”

What does he take me for? He looks at me pityingly.

“Look, I’ve worked here for a couple of years. And I know the customers. Most of them are rich bitches who want their bikini lines to be perfect. But Having their pussyhair removed permanently? Only the hookers do that. And this spreading contraption is for the same clientele. Which reminds me.”

He pushes the button on the chair and my legs are spread another inch. Then I realize what he has been saying. Pussy hair removed. That must be the laser. he lowers his head and places the laser on my pussy.

“So where do you work?”

“I’m not a hooker. I’m doing this for my friend.”

“Ahhhh,” he says without interrupting his work. There is a slightly pricking sensation, but no pain. “So you are submissive. Your boyfriend’s sex slave, eh? Nice thing for a man to have.”

Thing? Damn it why must they all treat me this way. But it’s going to get worse. The door opens again and Barbara enters. Behind her is a middle-age man with a camera.

“Have you started already, Bill,” Barbara asks. “I brought Rob to take a few pictures.”

I gulp.

“Pictures? You are not going to take pictures of me,” I cry.

Rob looks at Barbara somewhat irritated.

“Don’t mind her, just take the pics. And you, slut, just got yourself in trouble. I said no more lip, remember? And in case you are thinking of complaining to the professor: He knows. Have you ever thought about what all this treatment costs? Do you actually think he is spending that much money on a cheap slut, that is a dime a dozen? The fact is, we need pictures for our clients to show what services we can provide. And no self-respecting woman would allow us to publish her pics on our website. And rather than paying a hooker, we provide the service for the professor in exchange for the picture rights. But calm down, no one is interested in your face, just your tits and pussy. I wonder how many will recognize that.” She adds nastily before she leaves.

Bill continues working silently and Rob keeps walking around me with his camera clicking. Then he whispers something in Bill’s ear, who grins.

“No reason to whisper, Rob. I know the professor. He has his sluts well trained. She won’t complain. And yes, she is a horny one. Some women get slightly wet when I work near their privates, but this one, she is positively creaming. You know, I almost think she enjoys being displayed and fondled by strangers. Let’s have a little test.”

He raises the laser pen and with his left hand flicks my clit a few times. my whole body shakes.

“Look at that,” Rob exclaims. “She’s ready for cock.”

“She sure is, but you had better not try it. The professor is very particular about his sluts and he wants them as horny as they come. If you fuck her now, she’s going to cum a dozen times before you shoot your load.”

“Yeah, what a cunt.”

They talk about me like I wasn’t there. Or like I was a dumb piece of furniture. But I am creaming. I hope the professor will finally fuck me tonight. Good and hard. Bill keeps working while the camera clicks. Every quarter of an hour Bill touches the button and my legs are moved farther apart. It must look obscene they way  am spread. When I think he is done, he lowers the chair and pushes the pen down below my pussy removing the last bits of hair. Then he straightens up.

“Voila, one permanently naked pussy.” he declares. “It will itch slightly for a day or two, but that’s it.”

He gets up and Rob gets in position taking a few close-ups.

“For my private collection,” he grins. “To look at when I really, really need to get my rocks off.”

“Why wait for the pictures?” suggests Bill.

Rob stares at him.

“You mean…?”

“Yeah who is going to complain? The bitch is probably going to like it even.”

“Do you want, too?”

Bill grins.

“Not my style, I’ll enjoy watching your cock though, if you know what I mean.”

They both laugh and Rob pulls out his cock. It is quite small and not really hard. he stand between my legs and starts jerking off. Within seconds some small drops of spunk drip onto my mound.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, why can’t I do that with all the women I take pictures of,” Rob asks, while he puts his cock away.

“Course most of them aren’t submissive sex slaves like her.”

After making the chair spread me yet wider they both turn to go. At the door Bill turns around.

“Tell the professor to have a lot of fun with your naked cunt.”

They leave me lying there with cum drying on my body. I think about washing it off, but I have only one glass of water left and I am still thirsty. By the time Barbara comes back in the glass is empty and I feel a distinct pressure in my bladder.

7. Finishing

Before she even looks at me she automatically adjusts the spreader. Then she sniffs and wrinkles her nose.

“I can see why it smells of horny pussy in here, but there is a distinct smell of cum also. Did they fuck you?”

“No, but that photographer jerked off on me, that miserable wanker.”

“Watch your language, slut. Did he make you cum?”

“Of course not. He just …”

But she doesn’t let me finish.

“Then there is no harm done.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“No harm done? He kept staring at my naked pussy and then wanked off as if I was some picture in a porn magazine.”

“So? Why shouldn’t he have a bit of fun? I mean, you should be used to being used as a cum deposit. Now quit bitching. Your treatment needs to continue.”

I bite my lips. So every man can just jerk off on me and it doesn’t matter a bit? I shiver when she wipes down my stomach with a cold wet cloth. The pressure also reminds me of something else.

“Ehmm, could you untie me for a moment. I need to use the bathroom,” Asking like that again makes me feel like a little girl at school. Belatedly I add. “Please, Miss Barbara.”

A dangerous smile plays around the corners of her lips.

“So, suddenly you can be polite, eh? But remember how you mouthed off last time I was here. There’ll be no time for that. You’ll just have to hold it in.”

With that she picks up the phone.

“Send in Herbert.”

Another man who is to see me this way. Maybe another hunk like Bill? Suddenly the idea seems quite arousing. But the man who enters a few seconds later quickly dampens my arousal and makes me cringe. He is around fifty, bald and fat. He is carrying a metal suitcase. When he sees me, a big smile spreads over his round face.

“Lookie here, what a nice sight. So this is the professor’s new toy. A bit skinny, but not bad. Though personally I like them better with big boobs.”

He leers at Barbara’s proud breasts.

“And you can forget about ever getting anywhere near them, Herbert,” she grins. “You do your job and you’ll get the usual tip.”

At the mention of the tip his grin gets even wider.

“You bet I will, Barbara, you bet I will. So now to work.”

While he sits down on the stool, Barbara leaves again. When the door has closed behind her I quickly ask Herbert.

“Please, could you wait a second and let me go to the bathroom, Sir?”

Always pays to be polite. I hope.

“Nope. I do my job. And you had better get a hold of yourself. If you pee in my face Barbara will show you what she is good at.”

Whatever that means. Having no choice I try to hold it in. Whatever is the guy’s job anyway?

While he bothers himself with his preparation, I ask.

“Sir, what exactly is your job?”

Before he answers he wipes something across my clit. I gasp, first with lust, then suddenly with the cold that spreads round my clit.

“My job? I do piercings. The ones the regulars here at the spa don’t do. And I have a very special one for you. Well, not sooo special. The professor has all his girls pierced that way.”

Pierced? He is going to pierce my pussy? I am suddenly afraid of the pain, but at the same time the idea is intensely erotic. I have often admired girls who had some nice piecing down there. A gold ball or something would certainly look great.

“Stop creaming, bitch. You really can’t wait, can you?”

He rubs what must be alcohol across my clitty again, then sprays on something that makes my clit go numb. A weird sensation.

“Here, want to have a look at your new jewellery?”

He hands me a small plastic bag. It holds a simple steel ring (still open). Attached to it is a small steel plate maybe half an inch in diameter. I can just make out writing on it. I hold it up to the light and my jaw falls open. “This cunt is property of Prof. Jack. Use only with his permission”. If I could still feel my clit I would come. Cunt. Property. The words echo in my brain. I’ll be his property. How can I ever let anyone else see this? Herbert takes the bag from my hand. he is now wearing surgical gloves. While he busies himself between my legs, he explains.

“Know what the beauty of this is? For one ,of course, I don’t think you will fuck around with this thing on your clit. But the other thing is, the little plate will land right over your clit and will tease it with every move you make. He sure know how to keep his toys hot for his use.”

Oh my God, I’ll go crazy. I know I will beg him for release. And I will do whatever he demands to get it. Suddenly Herbert sits up.

“Done.”

What? Grinning her takes a mirror from his suitcase and lets me see the ring on my clit. It pierces the hood above and the plate hangs down over the clit itself.

“Never felt it, did you?” he smiles proudly. “And you won’t really. It’ll be a bit sore for a couple of days, but then you’ll be alright.”

He stuffs his things back into his suitcase and gets up.

“Now for my tip.”

“I.. I’m sorry, but I have no money. You’ll have to talk to the professor about a tip.”

He grins and comes round the chair.

“The professor knows my customary tip,” he says while he pulls his cock from his pants. “Now open up.”

Without waiting he stuffs the cock into my mouth, where it grows. It is not very long, but amazingly thick. I have to open wide. I can taste his precum on it as he slides it in and out of my mouth. He starts growling, but keeps up his slow rhythm for a while. The taste of cock makes me go wild and I automatically reach down to my clit, but his strong hand catches mine.

“Not a good idea, bitch. You’re not going to feel anything anyway and you had better not diddle your clit for another couple of days. Besides he will teach you soon enough that when you have a cock to service, you had better not start fingering yourself.”

He picks up his pace and shoves his cock into my mouth in earnest. I feel it leaking more precum and when he finally cums he swamps my mouth with his semen. I try swallowing, but it oozes out of the corner of my mouth. He waits till his cock stops pumping, then pulls it out with a distinct ‘plop’. In a curiously gentle way, he collects the drops of cum from my cheek and pushes them into my mouth. I lick his finger and without thinking about it say.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He smiles.

“You’ll do well with the professor. You’re submissive, horny and you love what is done to you, a natural fucktoy. A little training and you’ll do very well.”

Ha pats my ass and turns to leave. He leaves me panting with excitement. I can’t wait for my clit to feel normal again. Can’t wait to be delivered to the professor. Whatever he does to me, I’ll be a horny slut for him.

But instead of feeling my clit, I feel my bladder again. When Barbara comes back, I immediately beg.

“Please, Miss Barbara, let me go to the bathroom. I need to very urgently. I’ll be good and respectful, I promise.”

That smile again.

“The first thing you need to learn, slut, is that ‘I’ll be good’ doesn’t cut it. You’ll be good the first time or take the consequences. The professor will teach you that, so the sooner you remember, the better.”

She looks at her watch, then walks past me and turns on the water in the sink. The rushing sounds makes me need to go even more urgently. Smiling she approaches me.

“Now, slut, you will learn to behave.”

Standing by my side, she casually leans down her hand on my stomach. Even the slight pressure is excruciating.

“Now maybe we should put you in diapers?,” she muses. Then she leans across to push the button and spreads my legs for at least 3 more inches. The pain in my thighs makes me lose control and in a high arc my pee streams onto the marble floor. Once I have started there is no stopping. I sigh with relief. Barbara walks across the room to the wall phone, then comes back quickly and undoes the straps. My legs feel wobbly when I close them again and try to stand. Carefully I walk up and down the room. When I hear the door I turn my back on it and look around. A middle-aged woman in a long blue dress enters pushing a cart with pails and other cleaning equipment in. How embarrassing to be seen like this by the cleaning-lady. And have her see the pool of pee on the floor. But I have misinterpreted Barbara.

“Hello, Conchita. Sorry to drag you here at such short notice, but the lady here has had a little accident that needs to be cleaned up. Of course you can’t be expected to mop up another woman’s pee. In fact Carina insists on doing it herself, don’t you, Carina?”

“Yes, Miss Barbara”

I bite my lips as under the disapproving stare of the woman I walk over to the cart to get what I need. But Barbara is faster. She picks up a pail and a rag and with a helpful smile hands them to me. I’ll have to go down on hands and knees. I take the things and turn around, then go down on the edge of the puddle and start mopping up. Without looking I can feel their eyes on my back, Barbara’s with an ironic smile, Conchita’s with strong disapproval. Belatedly I realize they must have a good view of the little plate dangling between my legs also.  Without being told I empty the pail in the toilet and rinse out the rag, then put them both back in that cart.

“Well done. With a bit of training Carina could almost become your assistant, couldn’t she, Conchita?”

Conchita presses her lips together clearly alarmed by the idea of having a naked slut who can’t even get to the toilet to pee as her assistant and leaves without a word.

“I hope you will be more respectful next time, slut,” Barbara says. “Be sure I have ways of correcting your behaviour. “

I don’t doubt that for a moment. Not anymore.

“Yes, Miss Barbara.”

“Now we need to hurry. Take a quick shower. You stink of piss and horny cunt.”

I obey instantly. When I return three women are already waiting for me. They give me a manicure, a pedicure and a facemask. When they have gone a hair stylist does things to my hair and she is replaced by a make-up artist. When they are done with me, I look ravishing. Barbara allows me only a few seconds to admire myself in the mirror, then she hands me sheer black stockings and a pair of heels. The stocking reach almost to my pussy and the heels are higher than anything I have at home. Then to my surprise she hands me a trenchcoat.

“Put that on and stick your hands in your pockets.”

When I do I find that there are no pockets and my hand reach right through the coat. Barbara takes my hands and slips handcuffs on them, then places a collar round my neck. It looks like a velvet band, but there is springy steel inside.

“Now for the finishing touch,” she says.

She picks up a thin silver chain. There is a tiny ring at one end and a loop at the other. She slots the ring through the larger ring on the collar, then through a similar ring that connects the two cuffs. Finally she picks up a tiny lock and attaches the chain to my clitring. Smiling she drops the key into a breast pocket of the coat. Then she buttons the coat.

“Perfect. Ready for delivery. And you’ll even make it on time.”

She takes hold of the chain and walks to the door. I am just a bit slow to react and feel the chain tug on my collar and even more intensely on my clit. I realized that each tug will peel back the hood of  my clit and make the plate dance on the exposed clit. I hasten to follow. The hallways are empty and she does not lead me back from where I have come, but to a back entrance.

“Your car will be delivered to the professor’s residence. The key will be in the lock, your clothes in the boot,” Barbara says opening the back door. A limousine is waiting. The driver politely opens the door. Barbara sticks the chain into the coat.

“I’m sure we will be seeing more of you soon, Carina. I hope you have learnt some valuable lessons today.”

I look at her for a moment.

“Yes, Miss Barbara. I have. And I hope I will be seeing more of you, too. And .. thank you, Miss Barbara.”

She looks at me for a moment, then smiles.

“Yes, I’m sure that could be arranged.”

Somewhat awkwardly I sit in the limousine. As it speeds off I can see Barbara following it with her eyes. Yes, I would definitely like to see more of her.

8. Learning the ropes

The driver opens the door politely.

“Would you care to step out, Ma’am. We have arrived.”

Ma’am. I bet I won’t hear that word again anytime soon. It’s not easy to get out of the limousine with my hands cuffed under the coat, but the driver gives me a helping hand. He nods politely and gets back behind the wheel. As I walk up the steps to the front door, my pussy starts to tingle. Soon I will be with him again. And hopefully he will fuck me tonight. I need to cum so badly. I look gorgeous for him, I know that. I hope he will reward me.

The problem starts when I reach the front door. How do I ring the bell with my hands cuffed? Finally I stoop and feeling pretty ridiculous I press the bell with my nose. It takes half a minute until I hear his footsteps. He opens the door, but his eyes remain cold.

“You are two minutes late, whore. I hate to be kept waiting.”

He immediately reaches inside the coat and pulls out the silver chain, then pulls me inside and  down to my knees. Kicking the door shut with his foot he opens pulls down his zipper and stuffs his cock in my mouth. A second later he is peeing. I have to remember swallowing I am so surprised. But my body starts shivering with lust. Here he has me groomed and made up at that spa for hours – and then he uses me as his personal toilet. What better way to show me that I am nothing, just a filthy slut to do with whatever he pleases. He has obviously not been to the bathroom for a long time saving it up for me. I keep swallowing and swallowing. When he is finally done I immediately start licking his cock pushing my tongue forward, cleaning it of pee completely. He stands quietly letting me do what is my job. Then he closes his trousers again and pulls me after him on the chain. He leads me to the living-room and sits down in a huge armchair motioning for me to kneel on the hardwood floor. Then he just looks at me and plays with the chain. The taste of his pee is still strong in my mouth. Finally he asks.

“Disappointed at the reception you got?”

I hesitate. Damn it, why not simply say the truth?

“Only for a second, Sir. But then I realized how fitting it was.”

He raises an enquiring eyebrow.

“You had me treated at this spa, made up beautifully, had my hair done nicer than I have ever had it. I might have misinterpreted that and thought I was valuable for you. This way you showed me I am just a whore to be used for peeing into. Just a nice-looking toilet.”

He smiles suddenly.

“Indeed an intelligent woman. I had hoped you would be. Do you also know why?”

“Because an intelligent woman will understand all the nuances of her humiliation better, Sir?”

“And is usually proud of her intellect,” he nods. “That is why I prefer intelligent women. So much more poignant for them to be humiliated. And humiliated you will be, my dear. More than you can now even imagine. You will be a piece of fuckmeat, something every dumb hooker off the street could also do. But you will feel it a lot more.”

He remains quiet for another few minutes. Then he leans forward and slaps my face hard. My cheek stings.

“Do you know why I did that?” he asks sternly.

I rack my brain. What have I done wrong. I can think of nothing.

“No, Sir.”

“Because I wanted to,” he is smiling again. “When you make even the smallest mistake, you will be punished, of course. But you will also be punished, when I feel like it. Does that bother you?”

I take some time to think.

“I’m sure I will be furious, when you do that, Sir. But I know you have to keep me guessing, have to show me that I am just a toy. And since I am your toy I am yours to do with as you want.”

He applauds.

“And I will love seeing the helpless fury in your eyes. A really intelligent woman. Or better a really intelligent pisswhore. Is that what you are?”

“If you want me to be a pisswhore, then that is what I am, Sir.”

“Indeed, that is what you are. That and many other things.”

He leans forward and opens the buttons on the trench coat, then reaches into the pocket to remove the key. He opens the cuffs and has me take off the coat, then locks the cuffs again, this time connecting them to the collar ring.

“Turn around, on your knees. Keep your legs spread as you do.”

He has me turning until my knees hurt while his eyes explore my body. Then suddenly.

“Attention!”

I hurry to kneel facing him.

“There is a bottle of Laphroig in the drinks cabinet. Pour a glass and bring it. And in my presence you will execute every order on your knees.”

It is painful to ‘walk’ on my already maltreated knees and I’m sure the stockings must be in tatters by now. With my hands tied to my neck it is hard to keep the balance, but somehow I reach the cabinet, which is mercifully open. I find a tumbler and the bottle is clearly labelled, but pouring isn’t easy. I have to bend my entire body to do it. It takes me a lot longer than I thought until I can pick up the glass and make my way back. I stop next to him and present the glass, but he makes me come closer until her can take the glass without even extending his hand. He takes a sip, then places it back in my hand.

“That took you twice as long as it should have. You will remind me later to whip you for that.”

I bite my lip. I may love humiliation, but I’m sure I will hate the whip.

“Yes, Sir.”

But he ignores me and picks up a book. Only from time to time does he take the glass for another sip. I could have been just a convenient table. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see a clock on the mantelpiece. It is almost 8 when he puts the book down.

“Time for dinner.” he announces and gets up. Without even looking at me he walks away, the chain in his hand. But he does walk slowly knowing I can’t move fast this way. When we reach a well-appointed modern kitchen, he turns to me.

“Pay  attention, whore. I’m not going to explain anything twice. Of course I will not let a dumb whore like you prepare my food. My housekeeper always does that. You will find my dinner in the warming drawer and on a tray in the fridge. You will carry it to the dining-room, where you will find the cutlery. You will also find a bottle of the red wine I prefer and my special glass. You will arrange my dinner in an appealing way, then call me. Any questions?”

I run his instructions past me.

“Where will I find plates, Sir?”

A slight smile plays across his lips.

“I don’t use plates. I have you, don’t I?”

With that he frees my hands and leaves. Me? Suddenly I remember some article I read in a magazine about erotic dinners, where the food was arranged on a woman’s body. That must be what he wants. I had better hurry. I’m sure I will be too slow for him anyway.

In the fridge there is a light salad and a bowl of fruit salad. The warming drawer yields a plate with a couple of slices of roast and some vegetables. How is he going to cut the meat? I can hardly put the big serving plate on my stomach. He said no plates. Damn, I have to hurry. I find a a kind of silver dome that will cover the hot food on the way to the dining-room.

The table is huge, but there is only one chair. I place all the stuff on the table leaving room for myself, then look around for the wine and the cutlery. The glass worries me for a moment. A normal wine glass, except it has a kind of glass egg at the bottom. No way of making it stand on the table. Then I smile. he surely knows how to get every kind of service out of a slave. I carry everything to the table and lay down on my back. It is awkward arranging the food on my body, reaching for more without disturbing, what is already there. The salad goes onto my breasts, lettuce leaves covering them with two tomato halves on the nipples. I press my legs together and arrange the fruit salad on my pussy. Maybe he will like eating directly from my body? That would be the perfect desert for both of us. I wince when the hot meat touches my stomach, but I still manage to place the potatoes and carrots around it. Now for the hard part. Without moving my body I place all the dirty dishes under the silver dome, then pour wine into the glass. Taking a deep breath I call out.

“Your dinner is ready, Sir.”

Then quickly I put the egg-shaped end of the glass into my mouth and lie still. I hear his footsteps almost immediately.

“You should have done that a lot more quickly. You will remind me of a second punishment later.”

I almost try to answer, but remember the wine at the last minute. He sits down and picks up knife and fork. The next quarter of an hour is pure torture. I have to lie completely still, even when I see the fork approaching my tender breasts or the knife sliding across my stomach. Not that he actually cuts me. But he still makes me feel every prick of the fork and every cut of the knife. And I have to pay attention and release the glass whenever he wants some wine. Dessert is the worst. The small fork he uses is quite sharp and I wince every time he picks up a piece of fruit. Finally he pushes back the chair.

“Go and do the dishes. And clean yourself up, then join me in the library across the hall.”

When I open the door to the library, he looks up from his book. At the last moment I remember to go down on my knees.

“When I leave your hands free you need not walk on your knees. You can use your hands, too.” He remarks.

“Thank you, Sir.” It really comes naturally already.

I crawl to him. He watches me impassively.

“Get me the bottle of wine and the glass,” he commands when I have reached him. I crawl all the way back to the door, then rise and hurry to fetch bottle and glass. This time I approach him on two knees. He takes the wine from my hand.

“Get on the table, on your back.” He commands.

The table he indicates is rather small. When I carefully lay down, my legs hang over the edge.

“Legs up and down on your chest! Arms around them”

With some difficulty I raise them and fold my arms around them. He reaches over and attaches the handcuffs to the collar ring again trapping my legs under my arms. Suddenly strong hands raise my lower body and he pushes something underneath. I end up like a package with my pussy and ass in the air.

“I love a bit of atmosphere in the evening,” he remarks while he lights a candle, which he then sticks in my ass. He fills his glass, puts the bottle aside. I gasp, when he pushes the end of the glass into my pussy. The involuntarily shiver shakes the candle and a drop of hot wax hits my exposed ass. He picks up a book and starts reading. For the next 2 hours I keep hoping he will have another sip of wine, because each time he picks up the glass and then replaces it in my pussy, sends lust all through my body. I hold quite still, but the occasional drop of wax hits drips down anyway. When the clock creeps towards a quarter past 10 I feel the heat from the candle more intensely. The candle must be burning down, the flame is working its way down towards my ass. I want to alert the Professor, beg him to extinguish the candle, but I know I shouldn’t. The heat becomes more intense.

Suddenly I feel the air on my ass and the heat disappears. His face appears between my legs.

“Time for some entertainment,” he smiles, while he releases me.

9. Light entertainment

I get up slowly, my muscles all cramped up from the uncomfortable position, then sink to my knees. Leading me on my leash he takes me up the stairs and into his bedroom. But he does not stop there. I crawl all the way across the room and follow him through another door. When he switches on the light I see it is partly a bathroom, but filled with all sorts of other things I don’t recognize. He nods down at his fly. I hurry to open it and after a questioning look put his cock in my mouth where he relieves himself. After cleaning him, I ask quietly.

“Sir, may I use the toilet now?”

He nods and I crawl over and sit down. He remains standing in the middle of the room, his eyes still on me.

“Spread your legs, whore.”

I obey and give him a good view of my pussy while I am pissing. I know I do not have the right to any privacy. While I am performing, he speaks up again.

“Of course it is a privilege for my whore to be allowed to sit on the same toilet I use sometimes, but you have been a pretty good whore so far. You will know by now that you aren’t the first student whore I have used. But you are by far the most shameless and depraved. It usually took a couple of weeks, before they served as decent toilets. Which means of course that with you I will soon be able to realize a few things I could never get the others to do. Now wipe yourself off and don’t even think of using my toilet paper.”

I know what he means and repeatedly rub my fingers across my pussy to lick them off afterwards. He makes me get up and removes the chain from the clit ring.

“Heel!”

Like a good bitch I crawl next to his left leg and follow him to the other side of the room.

“You were going to remind me of something, whore!”

“Yes, Sir. I deserve two whippings, Sir.”

I’m not looking forward to this.

“Wrong, whore. You deserve a whipping and an additional punishment. But since you asked for two whipping, you will get them. And the other punishment, too.”

Damn, why couldn’t I be more precise.

“Up! Whipping posture! And that means standing arms and legs spread wide.”

I obey instantly hoping he will not make it too hard, if I do well.

“Now normally I would tie your hands to the ceiling and keep your feet spread by a bar, but with you, I think I will do without it. Just remember that, if you break position the stroke will not count.”

He turns around and takes something from a shelf, a riding crop.

“Your punishment will be ten strokes,” he explains. “Each.”

Without waiting he delivers a first stroke to my ass. It hurts like hell, but I force myself to stay in position. The next one is worse. And the next one. And the next. But somehow I manage to stay in position for all ten strokes.

“Now remember this. You will always get your punishments at the end of the day. As you progress we will exchange the crop for the paddle, then the cane and  eventually a real whip. And you will find out that the whip is quite painful.”

Quite painful? then what was this?

“The number of strokes you receive will depend on your transgression. These were relatively light, so I only ordered ten. If you have several punishments coming, the first one will be delivered on your ass, the second one on your tits. The third and all following ones will hit your cunt.”

Whipping my pussy? With the crop? I don’t even want to imagine what that feels like.

“OWWWWW;” I scream, as the first stroke lands on my breasts. I bite my lips. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No reason to be, whore. It is actually quite amusing to hear you scream or cry. Just don’t break position.”

I bite my lips when he strikes a second time, but the tears come to my eyes. On the seventh stroke I can help it no longer. My hands fly in and start rubbing my breasts. He just waits until I have assumed the position again, then strikes again, even harder probably.

“Seven.” he repeats.

Some how I get through the last 3. My titties hurt, but I suddenly realize that my ass feels pleasantly hot and the heat is spreading to my pussy.

“Hands down,” he commands. “Now your second punishment was supposed to be only humiliating, but I think I will add a little pain as well. Just to make it more interesting.”

He fetches some kind of sturdy plastic bag and fills it with maybe a litre and a half of water. When he returns to where I am still standing, I can see a thin hose attached to it that ends in a sort of bulb. He hangs it on a hook at head height and turns back to me. One hand grabs between my legs.

“What is this, whore?” he asks.

“My cunt, Sir,” I manage to gasp.

“Correct. And this?” he pushes three fingers into my mouth for a few seconds. The taste of my juice is strong.

“My .. my mouth, Sir.”

“Wrong, whore. That is your mouthcunt.”

He reaches around me and I feel his fingers on my pucker.

“What is that?”

“My asscunt, Sir”

“Clever whore,” he smiles. “Your body belongs to me and every whole big enough to take a cock is a cunt. And it is your duty to make sure your cunts are clean and ready for use. And today you will learn how to keep your asscunt clean. Bend over.”

With some trepidation I do. He hands me the hose.

“Work it into your asscunt.”

Of course he immediately steps behind me to watch my fingers pushing the bulb into my tight ass. He certainly does not leave out any opportunity to humiliate. The bulb is not too big, but it still stretches me and leaves a curious sensation when it slips in finally.

“Up! Hand behind your back,” he waits a second, then continues. “You will do this every time you come here as the last thing before you leave home. When I send you to the spa, Barbara will make sure you have it done. Normally half a litre will be quite adequate, but today, we shall try a little more.”

With that he opens a little valve and I can feel lukewarm water streaming into me. At first it is just unusual, but soon I feel full and still the water keeps running. I start squirming.

“That is about half.”

Half? I’m feeling bloated already. But the water keeps running. I squeeze my asscheeks together. The feeling becomes more intense and somewhat painful. I bite my lips, but don’t dare move. More water runs into me. Finally the bag is empty.

“Pull out the plug!” he orders.

“Please, Sir may I do it over the toilet?” I beg.

“Of course not, whore. You will keep the enema inside for say 15 minutes.”

How am I ever going to manage that?

“I said pull it out, whore,” he orders again and punishes me with some sharp slaps on my tits.

I force myself to obey and slowly pull it out, pressing my cheeks together even more tightly in order not to disgrace myself completely. Then he just waits. The pain is staring to be more intense and I start sweating with the effort. Soon I feel I can’t hold out much longer.

“Please, Sir, please let me relieve myself. I will do whatever you want, but please don’t make me soil myself.”

“You will do whatever I say anyway, whore. And if you soil my bathroom floor, you will clean it up on your knees, while I whip your ass.”

I keep squirming and pressing my knees together as tightly as I can. I lose all track of time. When he finally speaks up again, I almost do not hear him.

“Time’s up. Empty yourself.”

I hurry over to the toilet. I have never felt such a relief. He turns to go.

“Clean yourself up, then come to the bedroom.”

I hurry to clean myself as I have never hurried before, then rush to the bedroom and approach his bed on hands and knees. He is lying on the bed naked, his cock proudly erect. I can’t tear my eyes away from his magnificent member.

“Hungry for cock, whore?” he asks with a smile on his face.

“Yes, Sir, hungry for your cock.”

“Then eat it.”

OH yes, finally. I wrap my lips around his cock and suck and lick it with every bit of devotion I have. This is what I am here for, this is what I want, to adore and pleasure my Master’s cock. And I hope for the words I have been wanting to hear since I came here, the words “spread and get ready to be fucked”. He makes me suck his cock for only a few minutes.

“On hands and knees, whore.”

YES! Roughly he pulls me back until I am kneeling on the edge of the bed. I feel his body close to me, his strong hands hold onto my hips. Yes, fuck me Master. Fuck your whore. The tip of his cock touches my tender flesh. He waits for a few seconds then pushes forward and I scream. He is forcing his way into my ass. There is no hesitation, no regard for my screaming. he is taking what is his, fucking the hole he wants. Once he is inside he starts ramming his cok into me, shaking my entire body, fucking me as brutally as I have ever been fucked. I never dreamed I might cum from being assfucked, but this is driving me higher and higher. I can almost feel my climax, when suddenly he rams his cock home still harder and becomes rigid. I can feel him pumping his cum into my asscunt. ‘Noooo’ I want to scream, but I bite my lips and start milking his cock with my ass. He stays inside me for a long time apparently catching his breath, because when he finally retreats and grabs my hair to pull my mouth over his cock, I can feel the sweat dripping down his body. I suck and lick his cock avidly knowing my Master’s cock deserves to be spotless. Finally he pulls out and lies down on the bed.

“Nice  tight asscunt you have, whore.” he smiles.

“Thank you, Sir, I hope you enjoyed your whore.”

“I did in fact. And though you are of course already paid for, I tend to think a good whore deserves a tip for her services. And with a horny slut like you there can be only one appropriate tip. You may finger yourself and have an orgasm. You have a minute.”

An orgasm. My finger fly between my legs and though playing with my clit is still a bit painful I rub myself furiously and even work two fingers of my left hand into my pussy. Soon I am screaming again as my climax hits me. It goes on and on. I lose all sense of time. When I can think clearly again I can see he is still smiling.

“That was 12 seconds until you orgasmed. I wonder if we can cut that down to half after a week or two of orgasm denial. You surely are one hot slut.”

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir. And thank you, Sir.”

“What for? The orgasm?”

“No, Sir. For making me what I should be.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“Yes, I am starting to think you are a natural. And having a natural whore opens up so many nice possibilities. But not tonight.”

He turns to switch off the light.

“I like to go to sleep having my balls licked, whore,” I hear his voice in the darkness.

A second later I am down at the foot of the bed and my tongue is caressing his balls. I can hear his quiet breathing when he goes to sleep, but my tongue continues working and much later I fall asleep where I belong, close to my Master’s cock.

10. The morning after the night before

I wake up when I feel a strong hand in my hair. I uncurl from my position at the foot of the bed and follow the pull. His other hand touches my face and he stuffs his limp cock into my mouth.

“Ahhhh, I always enjoy having a morning piss without having to get up,” I hear his voice while I swallow frantically. When he has relieved himself, he pushes my head away. “Go and make breakfast, whore.” he orders.

“May your whore use the bathroom first, Sir?” I ask while I get up.

“You may obey the orders you are given, whore,” he growls without looking up.

Resigning myself I hurry down to the kitchen. Not knowing what kind of breakfast the professor prefers I make a full cooked breakfast, add some cereal, toast, coffee and orange juice, then almost run back up the stairs with the fully laden tray. He does not make a comment, but points to a spot near the bed where I am to kneel. Then he eats a leisurely breakfast while I have to hold the tray. My arms start tiring and the urge to pee gets stronger and stronger, but I don’t want to start the day earning myself another punishment. Finally he is done. He puts all the leftovers on the big plate and pours the rest of the coffee into the cereal bowl.

“Put it on the floor. Hands behind your back and have your breakfast.”

I bite my lips, but as long as he has given me an order I know I must not ask again. I bend done and start nibbling and licking my breakfast. I hear him chuckling above me.

“You know what you look like, whore? Like a bitch feeding. Quite appropriate, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Sir,” I agree.

What else can I say? Finally I have cleaned up the plate. For a moment I am not sure what to do. Better play it safe.

“May I take the tray back down to the kitchen, Sir?”

“Do that, and wash the dishes, too.”

Damn, still more time. I have never washed the dishes so fast and hurry back to the room my legs firmly pressed together. Fortunately he does not have any immediate orders for me.

“Sir, may your whore use the bathroom now?”

“No, I told you before it is an exception that I allow my whores to use the same toilet I use. If you need to piss, you can do it in the gutter outside.”

He points towards the French window. By this time I don’t care where. I rush outside and find my self on a balcony surrounded by a three foot railing. The gutter is outside the railing and there are only a few inches between the floor and the lowest board. Quickly I squat. I have to spread my knees wide and press my body against the railing in order to pee in the gutter without soiling the balcony. Ahhhh, what a relief. When I am done and turn around, he is standing in the doorway wearing a dressing-gown.

“Clever slut. Now come and dress me.”

When he is fully dressed he makes me follow him down into the library. In the hallway I catch a glimpse of the wall clock. 11.30 already. He is supposed to let me go at 12. In the library he sits down and makes me stand in front of him, the carefully and thoroughly examines my body commenting on each part.

“Your legs are quite nice, a bit thin, but I like that. You will always wear high heels when you come to me. And you will do regular sports to develop your ass. I like a firm round ass to fuck or to whip. I don’t think we will have to stretch your asshole. I like it when it is tight and grips my cock nicely. But remember to keep it clean before you come here. Now turn around. Your cunt is too flat for my taste. We’ll have to do something about that. I also like a bigger clit. Nice flat stomach, but your titties are a real disgrace. For one I want to see them jiggle, when I fuck you, for another they are too small for a titfuck, so we will have to change that, too. Your lips on the other hand are quite nice. They look really good wrapped around my cock. Which brings us to the point. Give head, nice and slow.”

Quickly I keel and slip my lips over his member, but he pushes my head back.

“When you give head, you always start back of my scrotum, work your way over my balls, then up my shaft and finally you may suck. Now get to work.”

His skin is very soft where I start and his balls are heavy on my nose. He smells of sex and by the time I my tongue has reached his cock, I am horny as hell. I tease him, flick my tongue over his head, lick its underside and finally wrap my lips around it and start moving my head up and down. Just as he ordered I don’t hurry. To be honest I love sucking his cock too much to hurry, love being on my knees and giving head to my Master. When he finally explodes I am almost disappointed. But I am really disappointed when he pulls out his cock and sprays his cum into my face instead of into my mouth. There is a lot of jizz and when he is done my face is dripping. He allows me to suck the last drops off, before he speaks.

“It’s 11.59, so there is only one minute left. So you’ll have to chose. You can wipe that cum off your face or leave it until you get home and have an orgasm here.”

What a choice.

“Please, Sir, may I have an orgasm?”

“Up, spread!”

I comply at once. he reaches out and shoves three fingers into my soaking wet pussy. He fingerfucks me roughly, while his thumb runs over my clit. It does not nearly take a minute.

“Ohhh yesssssssssssssssssssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I scream as his hand makes me cum.

He pulls his hand out and waves to the door.

“Next Saturday 10 o clock at the spa. Barbara will know what to do.”

When I reach home my face is covered with a whitish powder. It itches, but I leave it on all day, then in the evening I moisten my fingers, carefully rub it off and lick it off my fingers.

11. Beauty treatment

At 10 sharp I arrive at the spa. All week I have been horny as hell and have played with myself at least 2 or 3 times a day, but obeying his orders I haven’t cum in two days. I just hope I won’t drip all over the floor, when I have to undress. At the desk I ask for Barbara again and a minute later she appears at the door to the spa itself. She does not even pretend to be polite, but just waves me inside and walks down the hall to the treatment room I already know.

“Strip!” she commands shortly.

I am naked almost before she has finished, which makes her smile.

“It looks as if Jack has taught you obedience already. Good. Obedience is a very important skill for a girl like you. Now get in the sauna.”

This time the sauna and the massage are rather quick. When she is done she starts tying me down again and spreads my legs until I grimace.

“My, are wet a wet little slut today,” she grins.

I blush, which makes her grin even more. She picks up the phone and a few minutes later an older woman appears. She is slightly overweight, but looks friendly enough. When she comes in, her eyes move over my naked body and a slight smile creases her lips. The two confer quietly and the older woman nods. As she approaches me and sits between my legs, she looks up in astonishment.

“What’s the matter with you, sweetie? You a lesb? Your cunny is soaking wet. Can’t wait to have woman touch you?”

I search desperately for an answer.

“No, no, I’m just… I haven’t had sex for some time and .. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, sweetie. It’s much more fun working on a girl who enjoys it. Most of the others only want men to play with their cunnies. But that will have to wait. Your boobies are first.”

She opens the case she has brought with her and I blanch, when I see the syringes she takes out. While she draws up some liquid I watch anxiously. Turning back towards me, she see my drawn features.

“No need to get cold feet now, sweetie. It’s quite painless and you are sure to enjoy the results.”

When she swabs my breasts with some cold solution, I flinch. She takes a firm hold of my breasts and starts injecting the fluid. It really doesn’t hurt except for a slight prick each time, but after a while my breasts start feeling warm and tense. I look up at the ceiling.

“The nipples look rather nice as they are. Do you want them done, too, sweetie?”

“Yes, definitely,” Barbara answers for me.

The woman gives me a questioning look.

“Yes, please,” I agree not knowing what I am agreeing to, but I am sure the professor has given Barbara her orders.

The injections in my nipples hurt a bit more, but it’s not too bad.

“OK, that’s it for your breasts, sweetie. Of course it will take some more time until the full effect is visible, but you should feel some of it now. Go on, have a good look at your boobies.”

Confused I look down and gasp. My breasts have grown into genuine b-cups and my nipples…. . I have always had rather long nipples, when erect, but now they are big and full and rock hard. I can feel the heat in them, too. The woman smiles.

“I can see you like them already. Just wait until someone plays with them. They will be much more sensitive now. And just imagine what this will do to your cunny.”

My cunny? Does she want to inject my pussy, too? And make it swell up? I gulp. I can’t even imagine what this will feel like.

“But first we’ll have to wipe you down a bit down there, I think,” she smiles.

She takes some gauze and prepares to wipe my juice from my pussy, but then hesitates.

“You won’t mind, will you?” she asks, then makes me buck, when she dips a finger inside me. She licks the finger like tasting a good wine.

“Nice taste, sweetie. I’m sure your girlfriend or boyfriend will like licking your pussy, eh?” she grins. But when she leans in closer she can read the inscription on the little medal attached to my clit.

“Ah, you’re an owned girl, are you? In that case you won’t get your cunny licked too often. A pity really.”

Then she starts preparing her syringe again. I gasp again when she swabs my clit and lips with alcohol. A curious feeling, when they go slightly numb. But I still feel the syringe pricking my labia.

“Now for the climax, if you allow the pun,” she smiles.

I bite my lips when I feel the sting on my clit. Oh my God, what will she do to me next? But the heat is already spreading through my pussy and my breath becomes ragged with arousal. I hardly notice her packing her stuff, so intense is the feeling of my labia and my clit  swelling up. I only become aware of her again, when her hand runs softly over my swollen titties. A soft moan escapes my mouth.

“Such a pity you are owned by a man. I’m sure a woman could enjoy you very much,” she says softly.

Barbara clears her throat.

“Carina, I think some appropriate gesture of gratitude is in order.”

Gesture of gratitude? Then I remember the “tip” the guy who pierced me a week ago got and blush furiously. But Barbara’s eyes are hard and demanding.

“Ma’am?” I find myself saying. “I would be honoured, if you would allow me to pleasure you.”

She looks at me in surprise, then turns to Barbara. The blonde looks at her watch, then smiles and turns to leave.

“If 5 minutes are enough for you, use her. But remember her owner does not allow her to come,” she adds before closing the door.

The woman looks at me for a moment.

“I’d really like to enjoy you for a long time, but if 5 minutes is all I have …”

She raises her skirt and pulls down her panties, then simply straddles my head. The smell of her pussy is strong and she is almost as moist as I am. I can’t really see, but my face is covered by a thick dark bush of hair. I extend my tongue and taste her juices, strong and salty. my tongue starts dancing on her clit. The position she assumes pushes my nose deep between the folds of her pussy. I lick and suck on her clit and hear her moan and groan. She is obviously excited and soon starts squirming and rubbing her pussy all over my face. When she finally comes she squirts her juices until my face is dripping. She catches her breath for a moment, then slides off my face. Smiling she bends over me and starts licking her honey off my face. Her tongue is long and intensely arousing.

“I’d love to do that on your clitty, sweetie, but I don’t want to get you into trouble.” she says softly.

She has just finished, when the door opens and Barbara enters. The older woman pats my cheeks and leaves without another word.

“Time to get you ready, slut.”

Barbara’s voice sounds angry for some reason. She takes a rubber hose from a shelf and attaches a plastic bag which she fills with water. Roughly she shoves the hose into my ass and I feel the water rushing into me. I bite my lips and try to contain the water in spite of my spread legs. As if she noticed my discomfort Barbara adjusts the chair to spread my legs a couple of inches more before she sits by my face and starts my make-up. As the water fills me it gets harder and harder to keep it inside. Barbara roughly admonishes me.

“Stop grimacing, slut!”

“Yes, Miss Barbara. I’m sorry.”

With a grunt she continues working on my face and my hair. Finally she looks at her watch.

“That’s it for today,” she remarks while she opens the ties that hold me down. “Go and empty yourself.”

When I come back from the bathroom, she points to some high heels and a blazer.

“Get dressed.”

I put on the heels, then look around for my clothes.

“What are you waiting for, slut? Put on that blazer, the chauffeur is waiting.”

The jacket is just long enough to cover my ass and pussy, if I stand straight. This time there is no leash and my hands remain free also. She opens the door and leads me to the back door, where the chauffeur politely opens the door to the limo. Before we reach it something makes me turn and say in a low voice.

“I haven’t had a chance to thank you properly, Miss Barbara. Maybe you will give me the chance next time?”

She looks at me for a moment, then a cruel smile play around the edge of her lips.

“I am sure we will find a way for you to thank me, but don’t think you will get away with licking my pussy,” she replies in a low voice.

12. The slut chair

The clamps bite cruelly into my swollen nipples. The moment I had entered the door and taken off the blazer the professor clipped them on and I have been wearing them for over an hour now, while he is reading and I am on hands and knees licking his feet. Finally he puts down the book and commands me to kneel.

“You look much better now, whore. I think your tits will provide quite an enjoyable place to fuck, don’t you? How do they feel?”

“Well, they feel somewhat swollen, Sir, and rather warm.” I answer. “And very sensitive. The clips hurt a lot.”

“Good,” he smiles. “That was part of the intention, of course. A whore like you should feel pain very intensely. Just wait till you feel those clips on your cunt and clit.”

He remains silent for a moment allowing me to anticipate the pain he has promised me, then suddenly asks.

“Have you been a good girl in the past week? Or have you allowed my cunt to be used by someone else?”

With that little medal telling everyone what I am? Hardly.

“No, Sir. No one has used your cunt. Though I have given the woman who made the injections some tongue.”

“Have you now? How interesting. Did she enjoy it?”

“I think so, Sir. She came very hard.”

“Good. Your body is meant to give pleasure. Just make sure they don’t touch my cunt more than necessary. How often did you finger yourself?”

“Quite often, Sir. Two or three times every day. But I did not come yesterday or the day before,” I add proudly.

“I expect detailed answers. You will report on every orgasm giving the exact time and the way you achieved it.”

He definitely does not leave me with any privacy or shame.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And for the unsatisfactory answer you will ask for a punishment tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I have been with him for hardly more than an hour and I already have one coming. I must make sure not to earn myself more.

“Say, are you horny, my whore?”

“Yes, Sir”

Wholeheartedly. He smiles.

“Just the answer I expect from my whore when she comes to serve. But I’m sure there is room for a slight raise in horniness. Come!”

He gets up and I hasten to follow him. Up in his bathroom he leads me to what looks like a barber’s chair and makes me sit. Inevitable he ties me up. While he is busy adjusting all sorts of stuff, he starts talking.

“You know, not every girl is such a natural slut as you are. A couple of years ago I had a student whore who was a very difficult case. She was a student who majored in electronics and she actually tried to get into the university computer to change her grades. So she ended up my whore for a year. A gorgeous blonde, much better figure than yours. And a pair of tits that just cried out for my cock. After a couple of whippings quite obedient, too. But she never seemed to get aroused. And I do hate fucking a dry hole.”

While he continues he starts sticking pads on various parts of my body and linking them up with wires. I look at the wires rather anxiously, but either he doesn’t notice or he enjoys my anxiety.

“So I had her build this chair for herself. Once it was ready she had to come in an hour early and spend that hour on the chair. And you know what? After that she was the horniest and wettest whore I ever had. Let’s see what my slut chair can do for you.”

My anxiety is still far from gone, but his description has also got me going and I can’t wait to see what will happen. My eyes go wide, when he fetches two vibrators from a shelf. He dips one into my pussy, then pushes it carefully up my ass. When he turns to pick up the other one the first one stays firmly in place obviously fixed to the chair. When the second one is buried in my cunt,  he takes a small cup and places it over my clit. Soft clamps bite into my pussylips without hurting too much and hold the cup in place. He exchanges the clips on my nipples by softer ones which have a little plastic ball attached and connects these to some more wires. Then he slips a blindfold over my eyes.

“Finished. Now I will have to go away for some time, but I’m sure you won’t get bored, my little whore.”

I hear a switch being thrown, then his footsteps move away. A moment later I feel a vibration on my nipples. The plastic balls must be little vibrators. Suddenly the clips actually feel quite pleasant. The feeling increases when first the vibe in my ass, then the one in my cunt start vibrating, too. I wriggle in my ties to push myself deeper onto them. A load moan escapes my mouth when the cup on my clit starts adding to my pleasure. Oh yes! Soon my entire body is buzzing and tingling. If I could I would fuck myself on the two vibes, but being tied down and having to take the pleasure helplessly somehow adds to it. I try to relax and just enjoy, but the feeling is too intense and despite myself I keep trying to push the vibes deeper. Then my body goes rigid as I feel my orgasm approaching. This feels so good after two days without. Her it comes. ..

Ice cold water sprays over my body and a moment later I feel the same cold in my ass. I cry out in surprise. The buzzing has stopped and I lie in the chair shivering. My ass feels bloated and I don’t even dare fuck myself for fear of soiling myself. Damn, why couldn’t it go on for just a couple of seconds later. Panting I lie in the chair waiting for him to release me. I can see how this could make even the most unwilling woman horny. Slowly I relax.

Suddenly my nipples start tingling again, then my whole body is being aroused. Yes, I won’t take so long this time. I’m going to have a climax after all. I try to think of my favourite fantasies, imagine the professor’s cock pounding my pussy hard and fast, think of my flatmate Annie on her knees before me nibbling and sucking my clit. Oh yes, soon.

More cold water.

“Nooooooooooo,” I scream in frustration as the stimulation stops.

I lose track of time. I try everything, lying as quietly as I can, writhing and trying to fuck myself, dreaming up the most perverted fantasies, thinking of all sorts of things to take my mind off the stimulation, but the result is always the same. I can’t remember how often the chair has taken me to the edge only to leave me unfulfilled and frustrated. The intervals are hardly long enough for me to collect myself and as soon as the vibrations start again I am reduced to a writing mass of flesh with only one thought.

“Fuck me, make me cum , ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

But always the chair stops just in time and the cold water brings me down from the edge.

“Who is Annie?”

“My flatmate,” I gasp before even realizing he has asked a question.

Has he just entered or has he been there all the time?

“Do you have sex with her?”

“No.”

The vibrations are starting again.

“What does she look like?”

“She’s … she’s,” it’s so hard to concentrate with my cunt aching for a climax. “She rather petite, but with big breasts. Black hair, green eyes. ohhhhhhh.”

“Tell me how you picture her now.”

“She’s at my feet, licking my pussy, eating out my asshole, fingering me, making me come.”

Yes, yes, noooooooooooooooooooooo. The cold water takes me away from my goal again.

“Please, Sir, please allow me to cum. I’ll do everything. I’ll be the best most depraved whore you have ever had. Please let me cum.”

I know I am babbling and he will not relent, but I can’t stop. When he speaks again, his voice sounds amused.

“So tell me about the things my most depraved whore will do for me.”

“I .. I will … I will serve you whenever you want, not just for a day. And I’ll lick your entire body every day, your feet, your balls, your ass, your cock.” I desperately try to think up more things to offer him for this orgasm. “You can page me and I’ll come running to your office, if you need to urinate, Sir.”

The teasing has started again.

“I’ll be your whore all the time, Sir. I’ll fuck whoever you send to me. I’ll do whatever you say no matter how painful or humiliating, but please let me cum, Sir.”

I keep babbling, while he remains quite for a moment.

“What a filthy cock-hungry cunt you are.”

Then his footsteps leave.

I lose control completely, I’m just a mass of craving flesh.

Suddenly light shine into my eyes. I blink and see his face leaning over me. He is smiling.

“I told you there was still room for getting even hornier. Now clean up. And don’t you dare touch your tits or your cunt, when I untie you.”

To my amazement I realize he has already removed the vibrators. Slowly I sit up. I am feeling dizzy. He gives me the times to clear my brains. When I stand I notice I am standing in a pool of water. He points to a bucket at the side of the room and I get down on my knees to mop up the mess.

“I found it especially amusing, when you peed yourself, by the way,” he remarks drily.

Despite everything I still manage to blush. He certainly doesn’t leave out any chance to humiliate me.

“Get in the shower,” he commands, when I am done.

Suddenly I realize that I am coated with sweat. I step in the shower. The warm water feels wonderful on my body. I let the water stream over me. Suddenly I feel his hands on my breasts and eagerly press them forward.

“Don’t get any ideas, whore. I want you clean and in your present state I can’t trust you not to play with yourself. Now spread.”

I comply eagerly. His hands are rough, when he washes my cunt and my ass, but it feels like the most wonderful touch I have ever felt. When I have dried myself off, he takes me into the bedroom. While he lays down I have to stand with my legs spread and my hands behind my head.

“Now, my whore. I have a little task for you. If you fulfil it, I’ll put you on the chair next week and you can choose how long you want to stay on it until it gives you an orgasm. If you fail, you’ll spend two hours on it both on Saturday and Sunday and you won’t have an orgasm all weekend. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I’ll do anything for an orgasm. And even more to avoid two session like the one I just had.

“You mentioned your flatmate Annie. Until you return next week, you’ll have sex with Annie. And of course you’ll report on it in full. And now it’s time for a fuck. Lay down on the bed, hands behind your head.”

The task he has given me instantly forgotten, I hurry to comply and let my legs fall open invitingly. He laughs.

“Done like a true whore. But you don’t expect me to fuck you now, do you? You’ll only come and forget to pleasure me.”

He straddles my body and lays his cock between my swollen tits.

“Now press them together and move them.”

It feels strange touching my swollen breasts, but they fit around his hard cock perfectly and I start pushing them up and down.

“Very nice. They could still be a bit bigger, but they are good enough. Why should a man exert himself fucking your cunt or ass, when you have two movable cunts right up here?” he asks. “And open your mouth. Lick the tip of my cock.”

He tastes of precum and after the first lick a thin line of the sticky liquid trails from my tongue. The taste makes me crave his sperm and my movements become faster. I look up into his eyes that are clouded with pleasure.

“Please, Sir. Please cum and give your whore a taste of your wonderful sperm.”

His face contorts and suddenly a thick wad of his juice hits my palate. He keeps pumping it out. Most of it ends up in my mouth, but some thick drops stick to my cheeks and nose. Dutifully I clean the last bit from his cock. He smiles down at me.

“Good whore. Now go make lunch. And you know better than to finger yourself. I’ll be down in half an hour.”

Proudly I leave his cum to dry in my face. On the way down to the kitchen I glance at the wall clock. Almost 3. I blanche. I can’t have been on that chair for much longer than an hour.

13. Pet bitch

Lunch is rather late and a much less formal affair than dinner was the weekend before. He eats at the table and makes me kneel beside him. Between bites he feeds me morsels from his hand and makes me lick the hand clean every time.

“Like a well-trained pet bitch”, he smiles. “But then in a way that is what you are now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir. Your pet bitch.”

He does not comment, but continues eating. After I have done the dishes, he takes me outside onto the patio. The garden is well-kept and enclosed by high bushes and hedges. There is a manicured lawn enclosed by herbaceous borders. Off to one side I notice a patch of sand that looks rather incongruous. He sits down in a deckchair and has me fetch a seat-cushion to place it at his feet.

“I think we’d both like a cool drink now. Go and fetch me some orange juice. And you’ll find ice water for you in the fridge and a bowl underneath the sink.”

I pour his orange juice first, then hunt for the bowl. Under the sink I find a porcelain dog-bowl inscribed “Pet bitch carina”. He must have had that made for me during the week. I pour the water, then carefully carry it and his glass outside. He motions me to kneel on the cushion at his feet.

“You may rest your head on my knees, carina.”

It is the first time he has called me by my name! Suddenly I feel proud.

“May I say something, Sir?”

He nods.

“Sir, I want to thank you for having got a bowl for me.”

He smiles and pats my head, then asks.

“Tell me, how does it feel being my slave? Do you hate having to serve me?”

I hesitate. Shall I tell him the truth? And why not?

“No, I don’t, Sir. I did in the beginning. But even on the first day I suddenly felt…, I don’t know. It felt right somehow.”

“Yes”, he nods. “I got the impression you were a natural. So you like everything I do to you or have you do?”

“Oh no, Sir,” I shake my head so vigorously that he smiles. “I hate the pain of punishment. And I hated the frustration I experienced on the chair. But still …. even that feels right somehow. Right that you should be in control and do with me whatever you like. And the more I hate what it is, the more intense the feeling of being controlled. Does that make sense, Sir?”

He smiles again.

“Oh yes, it does. You know I have had a number of student whores before. You’d be surprised at the number of students who try to cheat and are prepared to take their punishment this way. Some of them genuinely hated it, other got quite used to it. And do you know the difference in the way I treated them?”

How can I? I shake my head. He slaps my cheek almost playfully.

“Don’t forget your manners, whore,” he admonishes me.

“No, Sir, I don’t.”

“I was much more lenient with those who hated it. Not because I thought I should let them get off easily, but because I didn’t enjoy it. I fucked them, had them give me head, but that was pretty much everything.” He looks down at me. “You are an intelligent woman, carina. Tell me what that means for you.”

I don’t have to think for long. But the answer still scares and excites me at the same time.

“You will treat me more harshly than anyone before me, Sir. You will punish me harder, humiliate me more deeply and use me for your pleasure in any way you ever dreamed of, Sir.”

“Yes, carina, I will. And I will enjoy every minute of it. I will take away every last little vestige of shame from you, make you do things you would never dream of doing. I will turn you into a complete and utter sextoy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He falls silent allowing me to digest what has just happened. Is that what I want? In a way I hate to admit it. After all I am an intelligent woman and I am studying for a demanding career. And I certainly don’t want to give that up. But deep down I have to admit that  what I also want is submission. Full, no holds barred, complete, utter submission. I press my naked body against my Master’s knees.

“On your back, whore.”

I comply immediately. The stone of the patio is rough and hot under my back.

“One finger in your cunt, one in your ass. Play with yourself and keep yourself just below climax.”

It feels wonderful touching myself again and I feel no shame performing this most intimate of activities here outside in front of him. My fingers work slowly, but soon I have to slow down even more in order not to cum. I desperately want to, but I know I mustn’t. It is an exquisite agony keeping myself aroused but not allowing myself to cum. What does he need the chair for? He can make me do it all by myself. I don’t know how long he leaves me lying there. Sometimes he watches my, sometimes he just seems to stare into the distance. A few times he gets up and wanders around the garden, but I don’t dare stop even when he is at the other end of the lawn with his back turned to me. Once he interrupts me and sends me to the kitchen for more juice. He allows me to drink some water (now lukewarm) from my bowl, then he commands me to continue.

Then finally he gets up, stands between my legs and opens his fly. My legs spread wider. Is he going to fuck me now. Please, please. But he only relieves himself. He plays his stream all over my body, hits my tits and my face, but is careful not to pee on my pussy. I have to slow down even more in order not to cum. he of course notices.

“What a degraded slut,” he smiles. “Being pissed on makes you horny, doesn’t it?”

By the time the sun sinks below the hedges, My body is sticky with his dried pee and my own sweat. I am in a daze, ready to cum in seconds.

“Stop fingering, bitch. Go and take a piss in the doggy toilet.”

He points towards the patch of sand. I hesitate.

“Don’t you need to?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir, but I also ….” I blush.

“Say it!”

“I need to take a crap, Sir!” My face must be beet-red.

“Permission granted.”

I just stare at him. He looks back calmly.

“Did you think I’d allow a bitch to use my toilet? Now go. Like the bitch you are!”

I crawl across the grass. When I glance back he is still sitting in his chair watching me. I squat careful to keep my hands on the ground like a bitch. But I can’t look at him watching me. I close my eyes.

When I crawl back he points to the garden hose rolled up in one corner of the patio.

“The patch of grass next to the doggy toilet. And clean yourself up thoroughly.”

The cold water running over my body cools me down in more sense than one. It cools my arousal somewhat, but when the cold jet hits my ass and pussy I still gasp. He makes use a plastic bag to clean up, then takes back inside. While I apply new make-up he watches. Suddenly he speaks up.

“Just so you understand, carina. I’m not a pervert who enjoys watching other people shit. In fact I find it quite revolting. But you will keep using the doggy-toilet and I will watch most of the time. Just to remind you that there is nothing you are allowed to hide from me.”

He sends me down to make dinner.  

14. The movie

I spend dinner on my knees by his side being fed from his hand. When I join him in the living-room after doing the dishes he smiles at me.

“That was a delicious dinner, whore. I see you have more uses than I thought.”

His hand  runs softly across my left breasts and the touch makes me shiver. During dinner I had almost forgotten how horny I was, but that one touch aroused me more than I could ever have believed.

“Sir, may I beg for something”, I say before I even realize I am speaking.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Well, you did excel with your dinner, so I will listen.”

“Sir, your whore is so, so horny. Would you please fuck me?”

His face darkens and he slaps my face hard a few times.

“You filthy cock-hungry slut. Even the idea of begging for me to stick my member in that slimy twat of yours should be punished severely. Go fetch the crop from the wall. On hands and knees.”

Desperate I crawl to where he keeps his crop and present it to him on my knees.

“This needs to be punished immediately. But you will get the same number of strokes before you go to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir”, I answer humbly trying not to make him even angrier.

“Face on the floor, ass in the air.”

I have hardly assumed the position, when the blows start raining on my ass. Then:

“Lean backwards on your knees.”

Again he strikes out at my displayed breasts immediately. I can see them turn bright red as he keeps hitting them. It hurts most when he hits the nipples. Then he stops.

“Beg me for 15 more. To be delivered right on your cunt.”

On my pussy? That must hurt like hell. I bite my lips.

“Please, Sir, let me have 15 more on my cunt, Sir”, I whisper.

“Good, if you hadn’t begged, you would have received 30. Now get on your back, raise your legs into the air and spread them.”

The position exposes my cunt completely. He takes it slowly this time, after every stroke giving me time to savour the pain completely, to break my position, to beg for him to stop. My eyes are filled with tears, while my pussy turns into a mass of pain, but I force myself to take what I deserve and even to thank him when it is over.

“On your back, legs spread”, he orders in a softer voice.

He looks at my swollen pussy, while the tip of the crops peels back the pussylips. The soft touch causes intense pain, but also makes me shiver with lust.

“You know,” he says softly. “You still haven’t learnt that your fulfilment is of absolutely no importance. The only thing you have to think of is how to please me. When I allow you to feel pleasure, you will take it as a gift from me, never deserved, never expected. You will learn that each time you think of yourself, it will result in pain. You will learn to be a good whore.”

“Yes, Sir, I apologize, Sir.”

He shakes his head.

“Never apologize, whore. When you have displeased me you will be punished. When you tell me you have failed, beg for punishment, don’t make an apology.”

“Yes, Sir. Please punish me for my failure.”

“I will again, when we go to bed. And I will tell you something else, which will be more painful to you, than the cropping you got.”

What could be more painful than that?

“Before you started begging, the next thing I intended to do was make bend over that chair and fuck you from behind, not your ass, but your cunt.”

Tears of frustration shoot into my eyes. Why couldn’t I keep my damn mouth shut?

“Now of course you will have to learn that feeling my cock is not your right, but a boon.”

He picks up a remote from the table beside him and flicks on the TV and a DVD-player.

“Watch!” he commands without looking down at me.

When the picture comes on, it shows a gorgeous blonde nervously ringing a doorbell. The door opens and a young man appears and looks her over for a moment.

“What the fuck are you doing on your feet, when you come here? Get down on your knees, bitch!”

She immediately complies and he makes her crawl into the living-room after him, where two other men are waiting, a naked redhead kneeling submissively before them.

He is going to watch a porn movie. Somehow this is the most humiliating thing he has done to me. He can have me any time he wants, any way he wants. He has me lying on the floor with my legs spread for him, but he watches a movie instead ignoring me completely. As the movie unfolds and the two women are made to play with each other, are used by the men and dominated and degraded completely, I can only watch. Occasionally I steal a glance at my Master hoping he will look at me, but he never does. After almost half an hour I blanche, when I have another peek at him. He has opened his fly and has his cock in his hand stroking it softly. Nooooooo!

“Please, Sir, may I suck or rub your wonderful cock for you, Sir?”

“Shut up, whore,” he growls.

As the movie continues I hardly look at the TV, but my eyes are glued to his cock silently begging him to allow me to suck it. His hands move faster and suddenly a spurt of white shoots and hits my belly. More of his semen lands on my belly and my pussy. When he is done he cleans his hand with a Kleenex and throws that onto my belly as well.

“Sir?” I ask in a small voice.

“What?”

“Sir, I know you punished me already for thinking of my own cunt and I will receive the same later tonight. But whatever I do, I should never make you have to jerk off when you desire to cum. Will you please punish me severely for that?”

He looks at me for a long time, then nods and gets up.

“Clean yourself up, you may lick my sperm off your hands.”

I hasten to obey, then follow him upstairs to the bathroom. He makes me stand up straight, my legs spread and my arms over my head, then picks up a flogger. He starts beating me without a further word. This time he does not target any particular part of my body, but simply lashes out. Soon every inch of my body is burning and he still keeps hitting me. When he finally drops the flogger on the floor, tears are streaming down my face.

“Thank you Sir” I sob through my tears, then quickly bend down to pick up the flogger, kiss it and replace it on the shelf.

“Time to go to bed”, he announces.

I take a deep breath.

“Sir, I still have a cropping of my ass and my tits coming. And 15 strokes on my cunt. And a punishment for not reporting in detail.”

He nods and makes me get a crop. The next minutes are pure agony. His strokes are just as hard as the first set, but with every bit of my skin so sensitive from the flogging they hurt twice as much. When he is done, my legs almost give out, but again I remember to thank him and kiss the crop before replacing it.

Before I can even turn back to face him, I feel his hand in my hair. He forces my head down until I have to walk bent over low and marches me into the bedroom. He throws me onto the bed and look down at me. His voice is hoarse.

“What a whore you are.”

Then he falls forward onto the bed and mounts me. His cock is rock-hard and I cry out in my first climax even as it thrusts into me for the first time. He fucks me hard and fast like a piston engine and I soon lose count of my orgasm. They blend one into another and it feels like one continuous climax until I feel him deposit his load where it belongs, in me. I can only gasp, can’t even thank my Master, but he does not seem to mind. He rolls off me and it takes me some time to realize I should clean him up. When I have done so, he pulls me back up by my hair.

“What a whore you are”, repeats, but his eyes are smiling.

“I hope you enjoyed your whore”, I can only whisper before I fall asleep.

15. A pleasurable task

We sleep late on the Sunday morning. When he finally makes me get up, it is almost 11. I serve him during breakfast, then he has me kneel between his legs and alternately feeds me and has me lick his cock and balls. When my hunger is stilled he allows me to suck him off. Then he sends me home. The taste of his cum is still strong on my lips, but in my imagination it turns into Annie’s pussy juice. How can I manage to seduce her within a week?

My chance comes on Wednesday. I have played with myself regularly, but have denied myself orgasms for the last two days, so I would be horny and daring. Annie is something of a mouse, rather shy and self-effacing. She is a good student, but very unsure of herself. Anything involving the running of the apartment she leaves to me. In a way, I seem to be the dominant in our relationship. The thought makes me smile. Needless to say, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. She hides her body under rather shapeless clothes and is probably too nervous to even accept an invitation from a boy.

On Wednesday I come home from university an hour early. Something about a conference one of the professors had to attend. I drop my bag in my room, pick up a book and walk over to the living-room I share with Annie. When I plonk down on the couch, I notice a glossy book on the table. Idly I pick it up and my eyes go wide. An erotic novel. When I leaf through it, I’m even more surprised. Not only is the text very explicit, but there are explicit pictures as well. Not quite porn, but not far from it either. I look up, when I hear a gasp. Annie is standing in the doorway wearing a loose shirt and one of her shapeless long skirts. The shirt is not loose enough, however, to hide the fact that her nipples are pointing straight at me. She is blushing furiously.

“Did I interrupt you, Annie?”

I try to make my voice sound understanding and gentle.

“I’m sorry, but there really is no reason to look so embarrassed. I rather enjoy reading this stuff myself.”

She still only stares at me lost for words. I put the book down and get up. For a moment she looks like she wants to run and hide in her room, but then she stands her ground.

“Look, Annie. I’m sorry I barged in like this, but what is the problem? So you are reading a racy novel. Why shouldn’t you? We both like sex.”

At the word sex she starts.

“I … I….. I just went to the bathroom and ….  I didn’t know you’d be back ….” Her voice trails off.

I smile and slowly walk up to her and take her hand.

“Come on. Let’s sit down. No need to stand around like two strangers.”

She allows herself to be led to the couch, but sits at the end farthest from where the book is lying on the table. I sit as close to her as I dare without spooking her.

“You know, from what I saw in those few moments, this book sounds rather good”, I say as if discussing the new novel by John Grisham. I pick it up and open it on the page she was apparently reading.

“Roger looked down at the two gorgeous women on the bed. While he mentally debated which one to fuck first, he saw Celia extending a hand softly touching Nora’s thigh. Her fingertips glided up and down the soft skin and Nora sighed with pleasure. Roger’s cock was almost painfully hard, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the two bodies on the bed.”

I read aloud not even glancing at Annie, but feeling that she is sitting stock-still next to me. I continue through a number of pages in which Roger finally decides to do Celia. Annie never says a word, but neither does she ask me to stop or simply get up and leave. Slowly she seems to relax and a quick glance shows me that her nipples are hard again. Then comes the kind of situation I have been hoping for.

“’Poor girl’, smiled Celia. ‘having to watch it all and nobody to care for you. I think I should do something about that.’ While Roger settled back to watch and felt his cock rise in anticipation, Celia’s hand slowly ran over Nora’s body and finally settled on her breasts. ‘These look good enough to eat’, Celia smiled, then proceeded to do so.”

I look over at Annie and softly say.

“So do yours. Please, will you let me suckle your breasts?”

She gasps, but before she can make an answer, my hands gently push under her loose shirt and slowly travels upwards until they find her soft globes. Annie looks at me wild-eyed.

“Noo, you can’t …. you … ohhhh, noo, please”.

She can’t continue talking, when my hands find her nipples and my fingertips softly run around and around them. She closes her eyes and I gently push up her shirt and lean over to suck one of her nipples between my lips. Her whole body convulses, when I suck softly. I take my time, wandering from one nipple to the other, circling them, licking them, sucking them. My hands softly caress her breasts. After long minutes with my lips still on her nipples, I send my hands down her body, very slowly and softly. Her stomach is trembling, but she makes no move to stop me, when  I start fumbling with her zipper. When I finally manage to open it and try to push down her skirt, to my amazement she even raises her body from the couch to allow it to slip down completely. My hands follow it and encounter a thick bush, that is wet with her juices. In between the bush I easily discover her slit and find it wide open to my hand. In time with my tongue circling her nipple, my finger starts circling her clit. She moans loudly and presses her body against me. Almost immediately she starts shivering and I go more slowly, then push my fingers down and into her warm folds. She spreads her legs even wider and two fingers glide in easily. Very slowly I start fucking her with my fingers increasing my speed as I go, then slowing down when I feel she gets too excited. Suddenly I hear her whisper:

“Make me come!”

I pretend not to have heard it and keep teasing her, exciting her, but denying her orgasm. Her body bucks under my hands and suddenly her right hand flies down, grabs mine and shoves it deeper into her pussy. I am so surprised I offer no resistance and just let her do what she wants. She uses my hand like she might a dildo, fucking herself with it until half a minute later, she comes shivering and moaning. I keep sucking her breasts until she has calmed down again, then slowly raise my head and smile at her.

“Much better than touching yourself while reading a racy novel, isn’t it?” I smile.

“Yes, you did well.”

Her voice is oddly detached and cool. There is a moment of silence while I try to decide what to do next.

“I think I’ll go to my room now”, she suddenly says.

“What?” I almost cry. “I give you a wonderful orgasm and all you have to say is “I’ll go to my room?”

“Well, I don’t want another orgasm now.” She says.

For a second I’m too surprised to speak.

“You don’t want another? What about me? Maybe I want one?”

Furious at her selfishness I push up my skirt and spread my legs.

“Now get down there and get busy on my pussy. I do want an orgasm and you are going to give it to me.”

She stares at me.

“You want me to lick your pussy? I don’t do that.”

“No? Well let me tell you something. If behave like a slut sitting here in our living-room with a porn book playing with your hungry little pussy and then let me finger you until you come, you can bloody well be my slut and lick my pussy. Now get down their and start licking.”

She looks furious, but she still glides down from the couch and sits on the floor between my legs. When she sees my pussy and the little medal, her eyes go wide. She takes a long look at the medal, then leans forward and flicks it aside with the tip of her tongue. When she starts working on my clit, I am immediately certain I am not the first one she has done that to. Her mouth is experienced and sends tremors through my body at once. She sure knows how to excite a woman. But in contrast to me, she does not tease. She does whatever she can to get me hot and not having come for a couple of days my body reacts immediately. I certainly don’t look at my watch but it can’t be more than three minutes before I cry out and a huge orgasm hits me. I gasp and shiver, but as soon as I can form words again, I thank her. She gets up and sits next to me on the couch. I’m not certain if I have overdone it.

“I’m sorry, Annie. I didn’t want to be so rough, but I was very frustrated just now. I hope you liked what I did and I would like to do it again. But I also like being made to cum.”

She suddenly smiles.

“No problem, Carina. I’m sure from now on we will have a lot of secret fun here in our apartment. I quite enjoyed what you did to me. And I’m sure you will also enjoy what I’ll do to you.”

I smile back.

“I already have and I can’t wait for the next time.”

16. The slut chair – with a twist

I can hardly wait for the weekend to tell the professor about my exploits. The time at the spa passes all too slowly, but finally Barbara declares me ready to visit my Master.

When I enter his house he steps aside and waits silently while I hurry to take my clothes off, kneel and kiss his feet in greeting. Then he walks over to the living-room and sits in his favourite chair. Kneeling at his feet I wait for my orders.

“Well? Have you been a good whore this week?”, he asks smiling.

“Yes, Sir”, I answer proudly. “I only came once, so you have a very horny whore. And that one time was with Annie, my roommate. Of course I made her cum first.”

He smiles strangely and tells me to report in full. While I tell him the whole story, he listens attentively, but my hopes of giving him an erection and maybe make him hot enough to fuck me are disappointed.

“Nicely done,” he comments, when I am done, and pats my head. “I guess you have earned yourself some time in the chair. Including an orgasm this time. But I don’t want you to soil the bathroom again. So go and take a leak.”

He points towards the French doors and I walk out into the garden and squat in the sand pit. If his intention was to deflate me, he has succeeded nicely. However well I have fulfilled my task, I am still nothing more than a pet bitch. When I return he indicates I should follow him upstairs. In the room next to his bedroom the slut chair is ready for me. While he straps me in he asks.

“So how long do you want to stay in the chair until you have your orgasm, whore?”

That is the big question I have been wrestling with all week. Being aroused and then denied again and again is pure torture and something inside me wants to limit that time. But I also know the orgasm at the end must be more earth shattering the longer I am denied.

“As long as you made me stay last week, Sir.” I finally compromise.

“Very well, whore. Have fun.”

With that he slips the last strap into place, then fits a blindfold over my eyes and puts a pair heavy, padded earphones over my head. There is no music, but I can’t even hear his footsteps when he leaves – if he leaves.

When the stimulation starts I forget everything around me. Being cut off from all sense perception forces me to concentrate on the only sensations I have even more. Soon I am all cunt, all ass, all clit. The first jet of cold water hits me almost immediately, I am so aroused. But soon the stimulation starts again. I lose all sense of time, of everything. I curse myself every time I am denied, beg for more when the buzzing inside me starts again. I realize I must be talking aloud, but can hear the sound of my voice only very distorted through my bones.

I have no way of knowing if he is there listening and I don’t care. He knows my secret desires only too well and after a few minutes I am past caring anyway.

“Oh yesss, fuck this slut - my cunt is so hot – what a slut I am – what a whore – your whore – yesssss, yes  - fuucccckkkkk – do whatever you want – make me crawl – whore me out – piss on me – oh fuck yes – make me cum – fuck my slimy cunt – fuck my hot asshole – fuck my mouth – I’m just a cunt, just a piece of fuckmeat that needs to be used – fill me with your sperm – all my holes ---“

I go on and on.

And every time I think my orgasm is coming, I am denied again.

“Please make me cum, please – I’ll do anything – I’ll service your friends – I’ll be a whore – I’ll be your cumdump – whatever you want – please – please – make me …..”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

It starts in my clit, then my cunt, then my ass, then my thighs, then my stomach , then .. then ..

My entire body orgasms, I throw myself about in the restrains, scream, shout, drool, squirt, CUM.

When I can from clear thoughts again, the teasing has stopped and I am lying in the chair helpless, completely spent. Then I feel his hands removing the headphones.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I hear his voice.

“Oh yes, Sir, thank you, Sir. It was a wonderful reward, Sir.” I gasp.

He slowly removes the straps.

“What are you?”

“I am your whore, Sir. Your property.”

“Indeed you are, whore. And do you enjoy being my whore?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I realize I did not even hesitate to admit it.

“And what is your main task as my whore?”

Another strap comes off.

“Serving you and pleasing you, Sir. And obeying you.”

“Indeed. Do you like your roommate like this?”

What is he ..

“Yes. I always thought she was a cheap slut.”

My body goes numb. That was … . He removes the blindfold and my blinking eyes stare straight at Annie sitting in a comfortable chair that wasn’t there before. They must have been there all along. Watching me. Listening to me. My face burns with humiliation. How can I go on sharing a flat with Annie now that she has seen me like this?

Annie smiles at me condescendingly. I just stare until my Master’s command interrupts.

“Up, whore. Greet my guest.”

On shaky legs I climb out of the chair.

“Hello, Annie”, I whisper, then cry out, when the crop lays a red line across my ass.

“Whore, mind your manners. My whore greets my guests with the same respect she greets me.”

My body goes hot and cold at the same time. Not even daring to look at Annie’s ironic smile I get down on my knees and kiss her feet. My Master lets me do it for much longer than I was allowed to kiss his feet, then commands.

“Clean up, then make lunch for 2.”

While the two leave I start my work. The lower part of the chair and the floor under it is slimy with my cunt juice and the entire chair is sticky with my sweat. I hurry to clean it all up, then start cooking. When the table is set, I knock on the living-room door.

“Lunch is ready, Master.”

“Very well, you may serve.”

All through lunch he keeps me standing by and hopping to fill a plate or fill up a glass. The two talk about things at university and make general small-talk. When he gets up and orders me to wash up and then join them in the living-room.

“And you may eat the scraps while you are tidying up.”

When I do join them, he makes me serve another round of drinks, then waves me to a position on the floor facing them both.

“Your roommate is a very clever young woman, whore. She saw your cunt tag and drew the right conclusions. What she did not know was that you acted with me permission. So she came to me to inform me of your little lesbian game. But we had a good long chat and I have come to a conclusion.”

He suddenly smiles.

“I have told you before that you are the most natural submissive slut I have ever had. And I don’t think it is enough for you to be dominated for 24 hours every week. Since I don’t have the time, I have decided to lend you to your roommate. You will continue your studies and from now on you will report your results to me and be punished for bad marks. But in your free time you will be at Annie’s disposal. Within your apartment you will obey her without question. She is also empowered to punish you for minor misdemeanours up to 20 strokes with her hand. Any more serious punishments will be referred to me. And of course Annie will decide about any orgasms you have during the first part of the week In the latter part you will not have any, but of course you will still provide Annie with any service she desires. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I do not even think about objecting. Obedience has become so natural and so right. I am nervous and feel humiliated about having to serve my roommate, but if my Master so orders, I will obey.

“And for the first week, my slut, you will be on denial all week and will be spanked twice a day for making me lick you whorecunt”, Annie adds suddenly no longer shy.

“Yes, Mistress Annie.”

17. Serving Master and Mistress

“You may start making amends”, Annie says conversationally.

I look at her in confusion.

“Do what you do best, slut.”

She points to the floor in front of her. Slowly I crawl closer. When I start raising her long skirt, she pushed it back down again.

“Do you think I want to be exposed in front of the professor? I am not a shameless whore like you are. Crawl under it.”

Red with shame I obey. I have to bend down nearly to the floor, then crawl up between her thighs. From the moment my head disappears under her skirt I smell her arousal. She is not wearing any panties and her pussy is wet and tasty. I bury my face in it and get to work on her lips and clit.

“Does she need a lot of training licking pussy?” I hear the professor’s voice.

“She is not bad, but you can rest assured she will have lots of opportunity to practice. I mean this week she is on denial, but from next week I’ll limit her orgasms. Say one for her for every three she gives me. Only if her service is perfect, of course.”

“Very nice. She is a real bitch in constant heat, you know. And the promise of an orgasm will make her do anything.”

“Yes, I know the type,” Annie chuckled. “I know how to deal with her.”

They keep talking about me as if I wasn’t there, until Annie’s words grew ragged and she came with a drawn out sigh. I continued licking, more slowly this time, to clean up all the juices. Finally she commands me to leave her.

By Wednesday I am extremely horny. The experience in the chair has given me a shattering orgasm, but it has also teased me so much, that one orgasm is not nearly enough. In the past few days I have spent at last a couple of hours between Annie's thighs and the smell and taste of her pussy seems to be constantly with me. I find it hard to concentrate on my work.

"Well, are you done with that essay yet?"

Annie has taken to entering my room without knocking.

"I'm nearly done," I answer quickly, then belatedly add: "Mistress Annie."

"Hurry up, you will be punished for your tardiness."

"Yes, Mistress Annie."

Desperately I try to concentrate on the task, but the thought of the impending punishment makes it even harder. Finally I print out the pages and hurry over to the living-room.

"Where is your essay? Show me."

I fetch it and hand it to her. She leaves me standing in front of her, while she reads it all the way through, very carefully. Then she looks up.

"You have 3 spelling mistakes in there. That will be added to your punishment."

She pats her knees. Blushing despite everything that has happened between us I lay down across her lap. She pushes up the short skirt I am wearing and exposes my ass. But instead of spanking me her hand glides between my thighs. Involuntarily I open them and give her easier access to my pussy. Her hand dips in quickly and makes me gasp.

"As I thought. Wet and horny like a true slut," she remarks, while giving my clit another quick rub, then she withdraws her hand and wipes it dry on my skin.

"You will receive your 20 strokes for this afternoon and then another 20 for me tardy and negligent with your essay," she announces.

I gasp. The 40 strokes I have received the previous days have left my ass quite sore and it still feels hot from the 20 I got after breakfast. She starts slapping my ass, then remarks.

"You know, these don't count, do you."

I bite my lips, then quickly say:

"Please, Mistress Annie, punish your slutty house slave."

"Very well, count!"

The first 20 are bad enough, but after that my ass really hurts and tears shoot into my eyes. I try to keep counting through the sobs. I fail a few times and could curse myself for every additional stroke I get for miscounting. Finally the ordeal is over. Annie's hand running across my ass lightly feels like fire though, but when she dips back between my thighs, even the slightest touch almost make me cum.

"Yes, just as I thought. You little slut really get off on being a slave, being used and humiliated and spanked. It's a pity the professor will probably use you over the weekend. Maybe I should phone him and ask him not to fuck your cunt or let you cum any other way. It would be interesting to see what you would be willing to do next week after more than a week on denial, wouldn't it? Now get down, where you belong. Very slowly this time."

I spend the rest of the evening licking and sucking Annie's pussy.

When I lie strapped to the chair being groomed under Barbara's experienced hands being groomed for my master like I had been all the previous Saturdays, my body shivers with every touch. Noticing Barbara smiles and remarks the professor would find me very eager this weekend. I can only nod and dream of his big strong cock entering my cunt and fucking me the way I had been dreaming about for days. At this point the door opens and my heart almost stands still. He is coming in. He looks a bit flustered and asks Barbara to leave us alone for a few minutes.

"Well, whore," he smiles, when Barbara has left. " It seems like you won't be able to serve me much today. I have been called away for the weekend, but did not want to leave without enjoying your skills at least once."

Before  I can even answer he has pulled down his zipper and his cock springs out fully erect. He steps close and stuffs it into my mouth.

"Suck, whore!" he commands.

I try to give him a good blowjob, but he only waits for maybe a minute, then grabs hold of my hair and starts fucking my throat. I try not to gag, while his cock enters me deeply. A minute later I taste his cum and swallow trying not to waste any of the precious liquid. He withdraws and wipes his cock on my freshly washed hair.

"I'll tell Barbara to have you taken home. Phone Annie immediately and tell he you are at her disposal until next Saturday. Be a good whore for her. And to make up for the time lost this weekend, you will come here straight from your last class next Friday and stay with me until Sunday evening."

With those words he turns and leaves. It is only when I am in the car hearing Annie's chuckle on the phone that I realize I will not cum any time soon.

18. An evening at home

"You know, I could really get used to this permanently," Annie remarks casually. "Oh and do go a little more slowly. After the two climaxes I already had just now, I want to take a bit more time with this one."

A bit more time indeed. My knees are already numb after having spent at least an hour in this position between Annie's legs, all the time teasing and licking her pussy. My face is positively caked with her juices and my tongue is aching. And she tells me she wants to take more time. But of course I do not complain. For one my ass is hurting enough already from the forty I already got (and there are 20 more to come in the evening). But more importantly I am horny as hell not having come for a week and I hope good service will persuade Annie to allow me an orgasm again. So I keep licking her clit.

When her body finally shudders in her third climax of the evening and she pushes my head away roughly, a quick look at the clock shows me I have been between her thighs for over two hours. She throws a tissue in my face.

"Wipe that disgusting slime from your thighs. It seems all you think about is your cunt, you always seem to be creaming." My flatmate admonishes me.

"Yes, Miss Annie."

She looks down at me smiling.

"How the mighty have fallen, eh? Since we share this flat you have always tried to call the shots. And little Annie just had to follow your lead. Well, it seems things have really changed now. How I hated you bringing all those men in hear and then having to listen to you fuck like a minx through the thin walls. I don't think any one of the students will want to fuck your cunt now with the badge of ownership dangling from it, do you? And certainly not in my apartment.  So if you are hungry for cock, you'll have to offer quick blowjobs in an alley. Much more fitting for one like you anyway."

"Yes, Miss Annie. Thank you for taking care of me."

What else can I say, but I realize that at least part of me means it. Annie is grinning now.

"You bet I will take care of you, you little whore. Don't you think I know why you are so pliant? Can't wait to get your fingers on that filthy twat of yours, can you? But I will take care of that, too. Now it's time for bed."

She gets up and waves for me to follow. I know better than to get up. The first two times I tried she just backhanded me across the face, so I crawl behind her to the bathroom. She ignores me, while she leisurely brushes her teeth. My knees hurt kneeling on the hard tiles. When she is done she picks up my toothbrush and drops in on the floor. Without hesitation I pick it up and start cleaning my own teeth. Without toothpaste and water the brush is hard, but it gets the taste of pussy out of my mouth. In the meantime Annie uses her mouthwash and when she is done, holds her hand out for my brush and motions for me to open my mouth. She leans down as if to inspect my oral hygiene, then suddenly spits the mouthwash into my mouth.

"We want you clean, don't we?" She grins, then watches while I rinse my mouth with the mouthwash mixed with her spit. She makes me spit it into the toilet.

"Oh, that reminds me."

She grabs my head and pulls it backwards.

"Jack said you make quite a decent urinal. Let's see."

Her pee hits the back of my throat and I desperately try to swallow it all knowing what will happen, if I spill any on the tiles. It is much harder than sucking it from the professor's cock, as I have to keep my mouth open while swallowing. Somehow I manage, though. Automatically I lean forward to lick the last drops from her pussy.

"Nice," she beams. "Just think how much we will save in toilet paper."

"Yes, Miss Annie. May I use the toilet, too?"

"Certainly not," she sounds angry. "Do you think I want you to dribble your cuntslime on my toilet? Come, I know something better."

In the living-room she takes a glass vase from the shelf and holds it out.

"That is what you will use from now on. Of course you will ask my permission first. And just so you don't bother me too often, you will be punished if you don't fill it within an inch of the rim. Since it is too high, you will piss standing up."

She watches me and has a good laugh.

"You can't imagine how ridiculous you look standing there with your legs spread and bent over holding the vase under your pisscunt. When you are done, stick your togue down the opening. If you can't reach the piss with the tip of your tongue you did not need to piss urgently enough."

The vase smells strongly and it is quite revolting trying to stick my tongue in my own pee, but luckily I just manage. She nods and tells me to pour it into the toilet, then to come to her room. When I crawl in she is sitting on the bed and motions me to lay across her lap for my final twenty for the day. Before she delivers them, she puts on a leather glove.

"You know, my hand is starting to hurts from all the spankings you deserve," she informs me, then spanks me again, harder than before now that her hand is protected.

"Thank you, Miss Annie," I manage to gasp when she is done. My ass is burning like hell.

"Hand behind your back."

When I obey I feel my wrists being shackled together.

"Just to make sure you don't play with yourself overnight. You are welcome to stick your fingers in your ass, as you like doing."

I blush, it seems the Professor has informed her of all the intimate details I have told him.

"And to make sure you don't get up in the middle of the night and rub yourself off on a chair of something, you will sleep here."

She pushes me off her laps and swings her legs up into her bed. Pointing to the foot of the bed she makes me crawl in, then switches off the light. I feel her turning onto her stomach,while I try to find a comfortable position curled up at her feet.

"Oh and I'd like to try this ass thing myself, so come closer and get busy with your tongue."

Laboriously I get on my knees with my hands behind my back. When I try to lower myself forward carefully I lose my balance and my face lands right in Annie's crack.

"Stupid cow! You'll get 20 more for that in the morning. But your face feels quite nice there. Now start licking."

My tongue finds her pucker and she moans contentedly. Eventually I fall asleep still licking Annie's ass.

19. Anything to cum

I wake up my entire body cramped from having slept curled into a ball, but at least at some point during the night my face has slipped from Annie's ass. As I try to shift slightly I wake up Annie.

"Stop fidgeting and get to work," she moans turning over onto her back and spreading her legs. "I haven't had an orgasm in at least 8 hours."

While I move around to place my face against her inviting pussy, I can't help calculating how long it has been since my last orgasm. It wouldn't be so bad, if I did not have to think of sex constantly, but smelling and tasting Annie's pussy juices almost continuously I can't help returning to that one topic, how much I need an orgasm myself. Desperate to please my tongue flicks over her clit and she comes quickly.

After we have had our breakfast (Annie at the table and I from a bowl on the floor), she looks down at me and flicks her nails against my hard nipples.

"So desperately horny, are you?"

"Yes, Miss Annie, please allow me to cum. I'll be a very good slavewhore for you."

She pushes her feet between my spread thighs and rubs her big toe over my clit. I gasp when the rough touch sends waves of pleasure through my entire body. Laughing she withdraws her foot.

"I think not. And clean your slime off my foot!"

While I am busy sucking her toes, she suddenly says.

"So you want to be a really good slavewhore, if I let you cum? Well, maybe I will. If you prove what a good whore you are. Get up and help me dress."

When she is made up and dressed (a nice skirt with matching blouse over lacy underwear), I am made to kneel and put her shoes on her feet. Then she gets up and walks to my room. When I reach it still crawling she is leaving through my wardrobe. Eventually she grunts happily and throws something on the bed.

"Get dressed, whore."

What she put out for me is an old very skimpy summer dress, really only fit to be worn between the beach and the hotel room, very thin, slightly out of style and a size to beg for me since I lost weight, but with my breasts now bigger after the injections I had the top is rather too tight for comfort. I look at her for a moment.

"What underwear would you like me to wear, Miss Annie?" I finally ask.

The answer is a simple slap in the face.

"If I had wanted you to wear more, I would have told you, stupid cow. It's bad enough whores like you should wear anything instead of showing off what they are."

With my cheek burning I slip into the dress. My figure will be obvious in it as will my nipples poking through the thin fabric. I only hope it isn't windy, as any little gust would put me in danger of exposing my pussy or my ass.

"Which shoes, Miss Annie?"

This time she does not even answer, only slaps my face again, before she walks to the front door.

"Aren't you going to open the door for me, whore?"

I am silently grateful when she gets in the car. At least she isn't going to show me off to our neighbours in this outfit. She drives silently for about half an hour, before she pulls up in a parking lot in the woods. On a Sunday in summer it is mostly filled with cars, people out hiking. She remains in her seat obviously waiting. It takes me a moment to realize what she is waiting for. I open my door and hurry around the car to open her door for her.

"Not a good start, is it?" she grumbles as she gets out. "Half a step behind me to my left. And stay in position."

"Yes, Miss Annie."

I hurry around her and so we start our hike. Soon my feet hurt from little stones buried in the ground, but of course she does not care. Instead she enjoys the sunshine without seeming to pay any attention to me. But every time we come to an intersection of paths, she waits until the last moment to make the turn she wants and I have to scramble to stay in position. A few times other hikers are around and I seem to hear chuckles behind my back, when they see me hurry to maintain my position on my bare feet.

Finally she seems to have reached our destination. She stops so suddenly that I can't stop quickly enough and have to hurry back a step. She waits with a dry smile on her face then turns right off the bath. Walking through the thin undergrowth is even worse, as I step on little twigs I can see, but after about 50 feet she stops in a little clearing, then moves a few paces to right. I realize she has picked a spot that is not overlooked from the path. She reaches into her handbag and hands me a pair of rubber gloves we use for the washing up. Confused i take them. Annie's head indicates the clearing.

"Go and pick a nice bunch."

Still unsure of what she is talking about I take a step in the indicated direction. Suddenly I realize what I am to pick. The clearing is full of stinging nettles. I gasp and bite my lips. There is no question what she will do with the nettles. Carefully I approach them and bend forward to pick some without getting my bare feet and legs stung.

"Hurry up, we need more."

When I have collected about 25 she orders me back.

"Put them down and strip."

With a nervous glance in the direction of the path, I obey.

"Now, whore. You promised to be an obedient slavewhore so I might be inclined to grant you an orgasm. Let's see you whip your udders with the nettles."

I blanch.

"Please, Miss Annie ...."

"Not so obedient now, are we? I'll promise you one thing. If you don't start right away, you will not have an orgasm all week and I'll tell the professor you have been a bad whore and need punishment. Now get going!"

Desperately I lash out. At first I hardly feel the nettles, but after a few seconds my breasts feel as if they were on fire. Annie keeps ordering me to go on. Soon my breasts are swollen and bright red. Tears shoot into my eyes.

"Not bad, whore. Now spread your legs wide and let's see that horny hole of yours."

Is she going to rub me off? Eagerly I spread wide.

"Dripping with cuntslime as I thought. Ok, I guess you can get a little hotter. Let's see you whip your filthy twat."

I only stare at her. My breasts feel bad enough, but the nettles on my pussy? Annie just smiles at me.

"Looks like you don't want to cum so badly after all. Ok, let's go. No orgasm for you."

She turns to go.

"No, please, Miss Annie," I cry out desperately.

"Please what?" She looks at me coldly.

"Please allow me to whip my cunt with the nettles. Please, Miss Annie."

She makes me wait.

"I'll have to think about that. Hands behind your neck. You can leave the nettles in your crack until I have made a decision."

Gritting my teeth I push the bunch of nettles between my asscheeks and assume the position. Within seconds my ass burn like hell, but I try to think only of the possible reward. She leaves me like that for a few minutes, then suddenly smiles.

"I have decided to be lenient. I'll allow you to whip your cunt, if you beg so nicely. So go ahead."

Shivering I reach for the nettles and raise them. Closing my eyes I lash down between my legs. This time I feel the burning almost immediately and it is way worse than before. In desperation I keep lashing out again and again until my stomach, thighs and pussy are a mass of pain.

"That's enough. This is getting boring. Get dressed."

In a haze I drop the nettles and pull my dress back on. My entire body is hot burning and every movement hurts. With a flick of the head Annie motions for me to precede her. While we are making our way back to the path, I suddenly feel her hand on my ass. Through the thin fabric she touches my swollen anus. I gasp hoping for her to move forward and touch my pussy, but she immediately pulls back. I sigh with disappointment. When we reach the path I suddenly feel the thin material of the dress still stuck in my crack. Automatically I reach around to pull it out, but Annie catches my hand.

"Have I allowed you to touch yourself, whore?" She hisses. "You look much nicer with your skirt caught in your ass."

We have hardly started walking back, when we meet other hikers. This time the giggles are obvious. I know I must look utterly ridiculous walking here barefoot with the flimsy wide dress stuck in my crack. My face must be about as red as my tits and pussy. Luckily after a few minutes the ache from the nettles starts receding. Silently I walk to Miss Annie's left and slightly behind her. What else has she got in store for me? Just a few months ago I would never have dreamed of doing all these degrading and perverted things, but now I have obeyed her almost without question. I just need to cum!

When we reach the car she tosses me the keys. I open the door for her, then scramble round to sit beside her. Silently she drives, but not to our home town. Obviously she has more things planned for me. The burning pain has receded by now and made room for an intense heat that covers all my intimate areas. It takes all the self-control I have left not to touch myself. While we drive in silence my thoughts keep swirling around that one topic: A cock, a dildo, a panhandle, anything in my aching dripping pussy.

"Here, you must be thirsty."

With a start I return to reality. Annie is holding a water-bottle. I realize I am thirsty and take it gratefully.

"Thank you, Miss Annie." I whisper submissively.

"Drink up, all of it, whore."

The bottle holds at least three pints and after my initial thirst is quenched, I have to struggle to empty the bottle, but the thought of refusing never enters my mind. While sipping the water my mind returns to the one topic that has been dominating my thoughts. Fucking, jilling, rubbing my cunt. I want to cry out, want to beg her, but I know that would just achieve the opposite. So I sit quietly until she reaches a town about an hour from our home. She stops in a parking lot and waits. Resigned I hurry to open her door.

"Make sure your dress sits correctly and you stay in position."

This time I have to push the hem of the dress into my crack myself. What other humiliating things will she come up with? The shopping district is rather busy and wherever we go I see people staring. I know some of it must be my imagination, but still occasionally i catch people pointing at me, shaking their head in disgust or laughing. Annie takes her time browsing the stores. She shops for a new skirt for herself making me wait outside the changing cubicle, then enters a shoe store, where she refuses help from the sales assistant and has me put on her shoes and run to replace the ones she doesn't like and fetch new ones. Slowly I start feeling the effect of the water I have drunk. When she finally decides she does not want any shoes after all, I breathe a sigh of relief. In the street we pass a public restroom.

"Please, Miss Annie, may I go to the restroom?" I ask quietly.

"What? Speak up, whore!" she hisses.

"May I please go to the restroom?" I ask loud enough for some heads to turn.

"Be clear, whore. What do you want to do there? And remember your language."

I take a deep breath.

"Please, Miss Annie, may I go to the restroom to piss?"

This time I can hear a passer-by clearly.

"What a common slut. Can't she keep her voice down?"

Miss Annie smiles.

"That is what you would like, isn't it? A quiet place to play with your horny cunt."

Without a further word she turns into another store, where she takes at least a quarter of an hour to select a styling brush. I keep pressing my legs together with the need to pee getting stronger every second. When she finally pays for the brush and leaves the store I am desperate.

"Please, Miss Annie, I need to piss so badly. Of course you can come into the stall with me and supervise me."

Annie laughs out loud.

"You can't be serious, whore. Do you honestly think I would squeeze into a stinking public toilet with you? And by the way I want a latte now. So if you don't want to piss in the coffee bar, you had better do it now."

Now? Here? In the street? I don't know what to say or do, while Annie just walks on. Walking is difficult with my legs pressed together. Getting more desperate by the second I try one more time.

"Please, Miss Annie. I'll do whatever you say, but please don't make me do this."

She doesn't even turn her head.

"My favourite coffee bar is just around that corner and I intend to take my time with my latte." She informs me.

I look around like a hunted animal. There are people everywhere, no quiet corner and anyway Annie is not going to stop for me to hide in an alley. The street corner is approaching and I know I'll never last another half hour. With that thought all my self-control vanishes and I let go. What a relief! But Annie does not even stop now. Awkwardly I try to walk with my legs slightly spread to stop the pee from running down my legs. A thick yellow stream splashes onto the pavement and I feel I should hide in a mousehole. Lots of heads are turned and the reactions vary between downright disgust and scornful amusement. My piss keep running and running. I am still pissing when we turn the corner and I know I could never stop now, but luckily the coffee bar is a few houses down the block and I can finish before Annie turns into the entrance. Some of the pee has splashed onto my feet, of course, and I can smell it clearly, but luckily Annie selects a corner table a few yards from the nearest customer. She has me adjust her chair, then motions for me to take a seat in the very corner facing the room.

"What a shameless, perverted whore you are. I bet your cunt is still dripping wet and not only from your piss," she hisses.

I lower my face knowing she is right. Annie orders a latte for herself and (to add insult to injury) a large glass of water for me. When the waiter has brought our drinks she sips her latte, then suddenly smiles.

"I guess you really have been an obedient whore today. So you shall have your orgasm."

For a moment I can't believe my ears.

"Thank you so much, Miss Annie, thank you." I blurt out.

She rummages in her carrier bags, then pulls out the styling brush and hands it to me.

"Ok, go ahead and fuck yourself."

This time I merely gape.

"I intend to spend about 20 more minutes here. After that you will not have an orgasm for the next couple of days." She remarks conversationally. "After all one shouldn't spoil sluts like you. Oh, and by the way: Make sure you hold the brush by the handle."

20. A long weekend

"Very nice," the professor laughs out loud. "Your little friend certainly knows how to treat you right. Continue."

I am kneeling in front of the Master reporting on what has happened during the last week. It is Friday afternoon and it felt quite strange to come to his house on my own without being prepared by Barbara first.

"So I took the brush. Luckily the tables had table-cloths. I spread my legs and the moment I touched my cunt I knew I could not stop. Rubbing my cunt with the bristles was agony, but it made me so horny I did not mind the pain. It can't have been more than a minute before I started pushing the brush into my cunthole. That hurt, too, but it felt so good. I'm not even sure what happened then, I just fucked my cunt and tried not to cry and moan too loudly. Miss Annie told me, it had taken me only three minutes to come right there in front of all these people. I hope they did not notice."

My Master smiles.

"Yes, so do I. Not because it would be embarrassing for you, of course. Your embarrassment or shame simply don't matter, you know that. But we should not force ourselves on other people."

He looks down at me pensively

"You know, I have missed you. That quick blowjob last Saturday hardly counts. I mean I can have my cock sucked by any cheap hooker. But even the cheapest street corner whores do all those perverted things you do. And enjoy."

He slumps down in his chair and picks up a book.

"I want to do some quiet reading, and I think I'll enjoy that better with your tongue adoring my anus."

After the first hard assfuck he gave me the moment I arrived he is only clothed in a bathrobe, which I carefully open. I slide down between his legs and push my face into his crack. His balls rest heavily on my nose as my tongue finds his sphincter and I start caressing it gently. His thighs and balls completely hide the world from my view and when he closes his thighs and traps my head where it is even my ears are covered so my world is reduced to one thing, the Master's anus. I caress it with the tip of my tongue, lick it in broad strokes, let my tongue dance around the rim and try to push the very tip slightly into the opening. Then for want of anything else to do I start all over again. I can feel no reaction, but I know instinctively that if my fervor lessens even slightly I will pay for it. Soon my tongue starts hurting from the continuous effort. I know every little nook and cranny on the tight anus by touch and explore it again and again. I feel as if I had been at it for hours, but the only change is a slight movement every so often when the professor adjusts his position. And of course my tongue moving, licking, tickling, adoring. Suddenly his thighs open and he sits up in the chair.

"What a nice way to spend an evening, don't you think, whore? You really seem to be made to lick ass. But you have had enough fun now. Time to go to bed." 

He gets up and walks up the stairs to the bedroom, while I scramble after him. I undress and wash him, then dry him off carefully. He points to a thin mattress by the side of his bed.

"Set the alarm to 7. I have work to do tomorrow. I expect you know how to wake me up."

When I set the alarm I notice it is past 11. I have been licking the Master's anus for over 3 hours.

I almost do not hear the alarm the ringing is so soft. But of course it is not meant to wake up the professor. That is his whore's job. Carefully I climb onto the bed and wriggle under the blanket. My tongue starts tickling his balls, then moves on to his crack. When I feel him stirring I engulf his soft cock and start sucking softly. A moment later I swallow frantically as he relieves himself in my mouth. That done he pushes me away.

"Make breakfast, whore." Is his only greeting.

When he has consumed his and I have had the scraps on a plate on the floor, he pushes his chair away from the table.

"Ok, whore, time for some work on my new book. You can help me with that, but I don't want the stink of cunt to distract me, so go piss, then take a shower and come to the study."

I hurry outside to pee and take a quick shower. Helping him with his book! Finally something where he treats me like an intelligent woman. It does feel right and very arousing to be dominated like he does, but helping him in a scholarly task has its own attraction.

It can't have been more than 5 minutes before I crawl into the study.

"Ah, there you are. I have been waiting for you already. Come here. I need your help to sort out all my notes."

He makes me kneel on his left next to a desk strewn with handwritten notes. Then he picks up not after note, scans it quickly and hands it to me to hold in my left or right hands, then my mouth. When he needs a fourth pile he fastens it to my left breast with a clothespeg. There are more piles and soon I am covered in clothespins that hold a variety of notes. I am ready to rebel at being used like a notice board, but I can't even open my mouth and when I see his face out of the corner of my lowered eyes, I notice a faint smile. He knows exactly what is going through my mind and is enjoying it. I spend the entire morning kneeling by the desk, while he occasionally gets up to fetch himself some coffee.

After lunch he has a surprise in store for me.

"I am going to entertain a guest here tonight and my cook will come in to prepare dinner. As I don't want to shock either the poor woman or my guest, you will find some appropriate clothing in a box next to the main stairs. When you have washed up and cleaned the kitchen, get dressed and help the cook with the meal. You will serve at table."

The box contains a maid's outfit, not one of those skimpy ones you see in cheap porn movis, but a genuine one: A black dress with a decent skirt and a white frilly apron. The only unusual item is a bra that just supports and pushes up my breasts, but leaves the nipples exposed. And no knickers. When I get dressed I feel my nipples rub against the starched dress. I guess even in that modest outfit he does not want me to forget that I am primarily his sextoy.

The cook turns out to be an elderly lady, very capable and very nice, but not given to idle chatter. Her orders are almost as crisp and short as the professor's. But not as demeaning.

When the doorbell rings at 6 everything is prepared perfectly and I hurry to open the door. The visitor turns out to be slightly older than the professor with a bald pate and quite a bit overweight. Even before he introduces himself his eyes take in my ample breasts. Just as I get ready to announce the visitor, a Dr Schmidt, the professor himself comes into the hallway and greets him sending me back to the kitchen. Even if it wasn't for the name the visitor's thick accent betrays him as a German. As instructed I offer drinks, then invite the two men into the dining-room and serve dinner like the proper maid. During dinner the cook has somehow managed to wash up as she went along, so when dessert is served, she puts on her coat to leave. When I clear the table after dessert the professor announces they will take their brandy in the library. Very posh. Or maybe not.

When I enter the library to serve the brandy he looks at me inquiringly.

"Has cook left already?"

"Yes, Sir, she left right after dessert was served."

"Good, then you can serve our brandy in the proper posture."

Proper posture? That can only mean on my knees! In front of the strange man? When I hesitate the professor's eyebrows rise slightly. I know there is no avoiding it.

"Of course, Sir."

I pour the brandy and approach Dr Schmidt, then take a deep breath and kneel raising the glass to present it to him.

"Your brandy, Sir."

He seems stunned for a moment and I remain in position for at least 10 seconds before he finally takes the glass. The professor of course takes his without a blink. I offer cigars and light them for the gentlemen the same way.

"You can stay here in case we need you again."

"Yes, Sir."

I retreat to the corner and wait quietly, while the two men enjoy their cigars. Dr Schmidt seems confused at first, but when the professor asks a question about his upcoming book on Shelley, he warms up and soon they are discussing the finer points of Romantic poetry. Occasionally one needs to have his glass refilled and every time I do so Dr Schmidt can't take his eyes off me and I notice his tongue nervously licking his lips when he sees me kneel. Finally he seems to pluck up his courage.

"You have your house-staff trained very well, my friend."

My heart skips a beat. The professor laughs.

"House-staff? No, you couldn't get a housemaid to serve that way. The trade unions would be all over you. But thank you for the complement."

Dr Schmidt looks even more confused, but the professor distracts him with a question about his work. I am hugely relieved that the professor hasn't explained about my true status. It is a weird situation, but also quite interesting. Here are two genuine authorities in my field of study and I am privileged to listen to their conversation. So the evening turns out to be quite pleasurable. It is past 11 when Dr. Schmidt rises.

"I guess I'll turn in now. It has been a wonderful evening, my friend."

The professor joins him smiling.

"The girl will show you to your room. You can keep her for the night of course."

Both Dr. Schmidt and I stare dumfounded.

"I …, I'm afraid I don't understand," The guest stutters.

"I said you can keep her for the night. She provides a very full service," the professor answers conversationally.

Dr. Schmidt laughs nervously.

"If you were Inuit, I could almost think you had offered me to have her share my bed."

"I would never offer you my wife, Paul," the professor grins. "But she is just a whore. So you can have all the fun you want with her."

This time it takes the guest a few seconds to gather his wits.

"Are you actually saying I can have sex with her?"

My Master's face registers something that looks like distaste.

"Well, if that is what you fancy, sure. But there are so many other uses for a whore like her. And don't think about exploitation and such things. She likes what she does. But why don't you ask her yourself. She will gladly explain the uses she can be put to, won't you, whore."

I am still in shock. Is he really casually offering me to this complete stranger? My mouth opens, but now words come out.

"You know what that means, whore." The professor's voice is still casual. "You don't keep me waiting!"

I gulp.

"Yes, Sir. I will explain my uses to Dr. Schmidt."

"See, Paul. Enjoy the night."

He slaps his friend on the shoulder and walks upstairs. Dr. Schmidt just stares at me.

"May I show you to your room, Sir?" I finally ask breaking the silence. I'm in enough trouble already for my hesitation in answering, I don't want any more. The man just nods and I lead him up to the guest bedroom, where I turn down the bed for him then wait. He has sat down and is looking at me. When he finally speaks his voice is hoarse.

"So tell me about your uses, girl."

This can't be happening. It is bad enough those people at the beauty parlour all knew about me, but they knew others like me and anyway they were part of the 'circle' so to speak. But this is a scholar like I want to be, a complete stranger. But I know the professor will ask his friend about my obedience.

"I can be used for sex, Sir." Once I have started it becomes easier and there is a perverse pleasure in telling a complete stranger about all the things I do and, let's face it, crave. "You can fuck my mouth, my cunt and my ass, Sir. But I will also serve you in any way you desire. It is my duty to satisfy a gentleman's most perverted cravings, Sir. I will adore your body with my tongue, serve as your urinal, if you desire, follow any order. And of course, if my service isn't to your satisfaction, you can punish me in any way you desire. I am just a whore, a cheap cunt, a filthy slut."

"And you have dirty mouth, girl. Women should be chaste and ladylike and not behave like a bitch in heat. You need to be punished for being such a slut. Come here and lay across my knees."

I hurry towards him and assume the spanking position across his lap. Automatically I pull up my dress to reveal my ass and spread my legs as far as the position will allow.

"You shameless strumpet! Can't wait to expose you intimate areas, can you? Can't wait for me to touch you, can you?"

His hand falls heavily on my exposed ass and even the first time makes me yelp.

"Count!"

I try to keep up with the count. He spanks me slowly and methodically, but the without any warm-up his blows come hard on my tender flesh and I have to concentrate hard not to mix up the counting. He knows how to maximize the pain hitting the exact spot again and again, always ten on one side then the same number on the other. When I have counted to a hundred he stops. I hear him sniffing.

"You smell, wench. Has this made you wet?"

"Yes, Sir," I answer in I a small voice trying to hide my arousal.

"You are even more perverted than I thought. Does the professor have any instruments of correction?"

It takes me a moment to understand his language.

"Yes, Sir."

"Go and fetch them!"

Three minutes later I return loaded with a selection of paddles, whips, crops and canes. The German looks at each one carefully.

"It looks like the professor often has reason to punish you, which I can well imagine. Bend over, fingers on the tips of your toes."

Luckily I am quite sporty, so I have no problem taking that position, but when he starts using the heavy paddle on me, I keep losing my balance.

"Discipline, girl! Stay in position!"

He hasn't even raised my dress, but the paddle hurts enough even through the thin material. And, of course my ass has been well-prepared by his spanking. Soon it feels like one mass of fire. He still makes me count and repeats each stroke that makes me lose balance.  When he drops the paddle and lifts me skirt, I breathe a sigh of relief. My ass is hurting like hell, but at least now he is going to fuck me.

Instead he steps back and picks up the cane. What follows is pure hell. I lose count of the strokes time and again, forget everything except the agony in my ass and the need to somehow continue the count. I don't know how long it continues and I'm surprised when I suddenly feel him standing behind me.

"You filthy whore need a lot more punishment, but look what you have done. You have given me an erection with your shameless behavior. Men shouldn't be forced to have sex with the likes of you, but you can't expect a man to go to sleep with an erection. But don't think I'll use you slimy hole and add to your horniness."

He grabs my hips and I cry out when he shoves his cock up my ass. It is not very long, but stretches my hole considerably. With every thrust his belly slaps against my aching ass and adds to the pain.  He fucks me hard and fast, very impatient now to cum. And he does not last long. With a final grunt he shoves is cock in deeply and I can feel his sperm pumping into my ass.  Then he suddenly withdraws and heads for the bathroom.

"Sir, don't you want me to clean you up?"

He turns and looks at me.

"Ok, come along."

I hurry to follow him and when he stops beside the washbasin I quickly kneel and start licking and sucking his limp cock. He jerks back instinctively, but then holds still. When I am done he heads back to the bedroom and starts rummaging through his jacket. He brings out his wallet and offers me a wad of bills.

"Here, you really are the best whore I ever had. You're worth every penny."

I can only stare at the money for a few seconds. He wants to pay me like a common hooker. At first I am enraged, but then I have to admit that that is what I have become. But not for money.

"Thank you, Sir, but I only obeyed the professor's orders. He invited you to use me. There is no need to pay."

He looks down at me pensively for a moment, then puts the money away. He undresses in silence and sits on the edge of the bed. Then he suddenly smiles and waves me over.

"Well, there is one way to express my gratitude, girl."

He reaches between my legs and expertly rubs m clit. Even the first touch sends shivers through my body and I realize that all the pain in my ass has turned into heat that affects my pussy as well. I gasp and instinctively spread wider, which makes him redouble his efforts. All too soon, I feel I am getting close.

"Sir, please, no, please ….. please ……"

The last word comes out almost as a scream as a powerful orgasm hits me and I squeeze me thighs around his knowledgeable hand. My whole body jerks and waves of pleasure travel up and down my body. It is only long afterwards, when Dr Schmidt is fast asleep and I am lying awake beside him that I realize he never ordered me to come.

Dr Schmidt leaves after breakfast (not without thanking the professor and praising my services), but my Master has more work to do and sets me to cleaning the guest bedroom and replacing all the whips and canes. It is only after lunch that he sits down in his favourite chair and has me kneel before him. He looks at me sternly.

"I think we have a little matter to discuss, whore."

"Yes, Master. I disobeyed you by not answering immediately and I beg to be punished for it." I take a deep breath. "And there is another matter."

"Yes?" He raises an inquiring eyebrow.

"After I served Dr Schmidt, he wanted to reward me, first with money, then with pleasure. And I was so disobedient as to have a climax without asking permission."

The professor's mouth twitches in a little smile and he looks at me for a long time.

"Good," he finally says. "Very good, whore. I expect my whore to be entirely truthful and open with me. And I'll have you know that Dr Schmidt told me about this morning, while you were preparing our breakfast. He said he had never come across a woman who climaxed so hard and so fast. And I'll also have you know that, if you hadn't told me, I would have caned you again this morning and then put you in a chastity belt for at least the next month."

I blanch at the idea. My ass is still very, very sore and I can't even imagine the pain of being whipped or caned again this morning. But being put on denial for a month (at least!) would be pure hell. Good thing I owned up.

"As it is you are on denial during the week. Please tell your roommate that while she is to supervise you and can take her pleasure from you as much as she wants, she is not to give you any further orgasms."

And here I thought I had escaped punishment. No more orgasms during the week! The Master will have one very horny slut every weekend.

"And one other thing. I think I should take a better interest in your academic performance. You were privileged to listen to our conversation yesterday. Tell me what you make of Dr. Schmidt's ideas."

I try hard to concentrate. The next couple of hours we discuss English Romantic poetry as if we were sitting in a college library. But he is sitting in his chair sipping his coffee, while I am kneeling before him naked, my cunt exposed between my spread thighs. Finally he nods.

"Not bad, a bit superficial, but not really bad. You will read Dr. Schmidt previous book and will report to me on your thoughts about it in my office Wednesday at 5. Now suck my cock."

It turns out to be a very long weekend indeed. He uses me a repeatedly, but only my mouth and ass, so by Sunday I am horny again and facing the prospect of a full week without any relief. What makes it even longer is my punishment for not replying quickly. The professor withdraws my toilet privileges. When I need to go anyway, I have to 'buy' it with 10 lashes on my open cunt. Most of the weekend I serve while desperately trying to hold it in and postpone the inevitable cuntlashing.

21. Performance

Annie is quite amused by the new orders and immediately has me go down on her sighing happily that finally she doesn't have to worry about such inconsequential things as giving a slut an orgasm.  During the next few days I do notice that that she doesn't demand my services quite as often as she did before. Is she tiring of the game? Or is she regretting that she can't make me come at her whim? Whatever it is even those rarer occasions make me acutely aware of my own need to cum.

The only relief from the constant cravings is in work and I spend hours cramming reading Dr Schmidt's book into a schedule already busy with my normal courses and the service Annie demands. It helps that the book is interesting and challenging and trying to understand it and work out my own thoughts about it makes me forget my tingling pussy. When I knock on the professor's door on Wednesday I feel rather nervous.

And well I should. He does not offer me a chair as he used to before I became what I am, but he does not make me kneel either, which is a relief. But for over an hour he grills me mercilessly, questioning most facts and all my conclusions, forcing me to rephrase and clarify, challenging me. When it is over I am soaked in sweat. The end is a total anticlimax. He just mentions the name of another book I am to read until the weekend (just two days!) and tells me to leave.

The next couple of days are even more hectic and it is only when I enter the beauty parlour on Saturday morning and see Barbara jerking her head for me to follow her that the tingling between my legs starts again. During the next hour that tingling turns into a bad itch and for once I am grateful for being tied to in the chair. Barbara has me treated with the full program. My thighs are stretched apart yet another few degrees more, my pussy is shaved and the suction cups are placed on my breasts. When the hairdresser wordlessly opens his fly, I suck him off without any complaint. It is only when the usual programme is over that Barbara herself appears, pulls up a chair next to me and lays out some tools I don't recognize.

"May I ask, what you are going to do, Miss Barbara?" I ask submissively.

She smiles down at me.

"How the mighty have fallen, eh? Quite a difference from the bitch that came in here a couple of months ago. I see you have learnt how to address your betters. You are receiving a few additional ornaments, slut."

She leaves it at that and picks up a small tube from which she squeezes a brownish past onto my breasts. Being tied down I can't see any more. When she is done with my breasts she moves between my legs and continues her work there. Once she is done with that she leaves without a word and makes me wait for almost an hour before she returns and sponges the past off. Then she finally releases me, but puts a much wider collar around my neck than usual. The collar forces me to keep my head erect and try as I may I can't see what ornament she has put on me. She attaches the leash to my collar and pulls me toward the back exit.

"See you later, slut!"

She slaps my ass and pushes me out into the alley stark naked. Luckily the driver is already there. He stares at me for a moment, then grins and slaps my cunt so hard I wince. Before I can recover he pinches my nipples and pulls me down to my knees.

"Do your duty!"

As if I didn't know what it means when a man pulls me to my knees! I free his cock and proceed to suck his cock until he empties himself in my mouth. As he turns away and closes his fly he turns to me grinning.

"You know, I like this deal."

What is he talking about? But of course I can't ask.

The professor's face also breaks into a grin, when he sees me.

"Barbara certainly has a sense of humour, I see, " he says before stuffing his cock into my mouth and relieving himself. When he is done he wordlessly points towards the large hall mirror. My eyes widen, when I recognize that there is writing on my breasts and pussy. It takes me a moment to decipher it in the mirror, but then I understand the chauffeur's grin:

"Cheap cunt – please slap hard" and "Deposit spunk in my mouth". The professor chuckles when he sees that I can still blush with embarrassment.

The day passes with my usual tasks, but in between the professor finds time to examine me on the book he has made me read. With a small difference though. This time I am kneeling and naked and every bad answer results in a leather tawse hitting my tits. By the time we are done my breasts are red and swollen, but he has yet another surprise for me.

"Not bad for a dumb cunt like you. You have permission to cum tonight."

His words feel as if he had touched my pussy and the anticipation almost makes me cum right then. I wonder if after a couple of weeks of denial, I could be made to cum on command, but I certainly will not voice that thought to him.

After dinner he commands me to put on heels and the trenchcoat I usually wear on the drive from the beauty parlor to his house. This time my hands remain free, but he makes me put on a blindfold and when I have done so, I feel his hands on my head pushing something into my ears. Immediately all sounds disappear and I am left without contact to the outside world. It is scary, but also exciting not knowing at all what is happening to me. I feel a tug on the leash and follow his direction. Like perfect gentleman he holds my elbow guiding me down the steps in front of his house, then pushes my head down as he makes me sit in his car. I feel the vibrations of the engine and the car pulls away. It seems like half an hour until it stops and I am made to get out. Again I can only follow the guidance of the leash. I have no way of knowing where we are or where we are going. At some point I am led down a flight of steps. The leash makes me stop, he removes the coat and I am left standing naked in a place I don't know. Then nothing happens for a long while. I don't dare move certain that he is watching me and any slight movement will be punished right away.

I almost fall over, when there is a tug on the leash, and stumble where I am led. When I am stopped again something feels warm on my body as if I was standing in front of some infrared heater. My arms are pulled up above my head and fastened to a chain. I gasp when a hand runs over my body. I feel my nipples contracting and my pussy swelling from the touch. Is this how I am to cum? A shiver runs down my body. Yesss, go on and make me cum. 

But the hand leaves me and I'm afraid I will have to wait again, but then suddenly the plugs are pulled and my ears are assaulted by a cacophony of sound that I find almost impossible to identify. But then my blindfold is removed, too. I crunch my eyes against glaring lights that shine into my face. Slowly my eyes get accustomed to the brightness. What I see beyond the lights makes me cringe. What must be a hundred people, all well-dressed, are sitting at tables, sipping drinks, talking. And a hundred pairs of eyes are staring at my naked body.

"Stand straight and spread your legs. They want to see your cunt."

A female voice whispers in my ear and out of the corner of my eyes I recognize Barbara. But a transformed Barbara. No white lab coat, but a tight-fitting red leather catsuit. Her make-up and hairdo are perfect and in her hand she holds a long crop. When I stare for a moment too long, the crop hits my ass and I hasten to spread my legs. A wave of applause and calls greet the sight of my open pussy.

"Have I promised you too much," Barbara's voice booms out of the loudspeakers. "Isn't this little toy just gorgeous? And what is more, she is well-trained, obedient and utterly shameless. She is privately owned, of course, so can I ask you for a special round of applause for her owner, who has graciously consented to have her perform on stage tonight for all of us."

There is loud clapping, while I want to disappear into the nearest mouse hole. Behaving like this for the professor or even for the people in the parlor, but in front of a hundred strangers watching me? From behind a hand reaches around my head and hooks something to my ear, but before I can wonder what it is I hear Barbara's voice again.

"Now, little slut. Will you be a good toy tonight and entertain all these nice people?"

What can I say? It is obvious the professor has sent me here and although I cannot make him out in the crowd, I am sure he is out there watching every move I make.

"Yes, Miss Barbara", I whisper, then start when I hear my whisper amplified through the speaker. A microphone, they have put one of those small mikes on me. Apparently I am not even allowed that bit of privacy.

"Well, I hope so – for your sake, toy. We will start with something simple."

While she unties my hand from the chain and attaches them to my collar, two men appear, both naked and wearing slave collars, but at least their cocks are hidden from public view by sturdy leather sacks and their heads are fully enclosed in leather masks that only leave eyes nose and mouth open. Both have gorgeous bodies, over six feet and very muscular. One has bronzed skin, the other's is a deep black. They tower over Barbara, but when they come close both kneel and plant a lingering kiss on the toes of her shoes. Her only acknowledgement is planting a stroke of her crop on their exposed asses. I here their murmured "Thank you, Ma'am." Apparently they have not been fitted with mikes. It seems I really am to be the star of the show. After the greeting the two men get up quickly and start stretching a rope across the stage. Barbara takes the leash hanging down between my breasts, leads me towards one side of the stage and makes me turn sideways. I feel the rope pressing into my pussy as the two men bring it up, fasten it to hooks and pull it tight.

"We want to make it easy for our little toy, don't we?" Barbara explains. "Well, not really, but let's give you an easy task to start with. Walk to the other side of the stage, toy."

"Yes, Miss."

Again I start when I hear my voice from the speakers. As I start to walk, the rope chafes slightly between my legs, but then my loud gasp echoes from the speakers producing a chuckle in the audience. Another gasp, when the crop hits my ass and makes me go on. There are thick knots in the rope every foot or so and , while I hardly feel the rope itself, each knot presses sharply into my clit when I approach and then in turn squeezes against the inside of my pussylips and against my pucker. Try as I may every knot produces a sharp intake of breath, a sigh, a moan, each one clearly audible.. I breathe a sigh of relief, when I have reached the other side of the stage.

"Ok, toy, walk back."

For encouragement the crop lands just above my pussy. Backwards is even worse. I feel the knot wander through my crack, touch my pucker, then enter between my lips. And all the time I know it is going to rub my clit in a second. And every touch makes me shiver as I get hotter and hotter. She makes me walk up and down the rope three times, each time faster than the previous one. By the third time it is almost like a constant manipulation of my pussy and clit and start to fear that I am going to cum right in front of the audience in this degrading way. I am left breathless, when the two slave remove the rope.

"Just look at the rope. It is soaking wet. She really is a hot little number, isn't she?" Barbara really seems to be enjoying herself. "Come on, toy. Let the guests see how hot you are."

She leads me to the apron and makes me squat, then to my horror invite the guests to inspect me. Several men come forward at once and peer between my legs closely. Their comments are rude. Among the men there is one woman. She is tall, in her thirties with raven hair and a nice open smile, which she flashes at me. I smile back awkwardly. Suddenly I cry out, when she shoves three fingers roughly up my pussy, while she pinches my clit sharply with her nails.

"Lower your eyes, filthy whore!" She whispers. I obey immediately.

"Well, it seems our little toy needs to learn a few lessons in humility yet. So while you have the chance to enjoy your drinks, I think our toy should greet each of you personally. And if you catch her looking up at you, just slap her face."

Barbara directs me to the steps that lead off the stage and has me go down on hands and knees at the bottom.

"You know how a slut like you greets her betters."

It takes me the better part of half an hour to crawl around all the tables and kiss everyone's shoes. I am very careful never to look up, but I recognize the professor's shoes, when I kiss them. He is seated at a small table in the back with only a woman for company. Somehow ths hurts, but then I have to give a secret smile. I am the professor's slut and whore, not his lover. On my way back to the stage I idly wonder what his girlfriend or fiancé (if he had one) would say about me.

Up on the stage the two slaves have set up something I recognize from pictures I have seen, a wooden pony. I bite my lip when I imagine myself riding on the narrow plank of wood with all my weight resting on my pussy. But apparently they have something else in mind for me. The men come back with a bag full of dildos and start screwing them into the top of the plank. There are seven in all ranging from a small 3/4' x 5' one at one end to a monster 2 ½' by 10' one at the other. Am I supposed to fuck myself publicly. The thought appalls me, but also leaves my pussy tingling.

"Now, toy, let's see how obedient you are. I'm sure everyone here wants to know how good your holes are, so you are going to show them. So start showing off your skills with your mouth."

She walks me round and makes me kneel behind the smallest dildo. I go down on it right away, but am interrupted by a smart hit across my ass.

"Toy, you forget your training. You should know that the only time a fucktoy like you is expected to look at her Owner's face is when she is sucking or licking, so look up."

It sounds so easy, but in fact it makes things much, much worse. Sucking those rubber cocks in front of the audience and actually looking at them and seeing their grins and their remarks to their neighbours makes it much more demeaning. As do the slobbering sounds I cannot avoid making, which of course are heard all through the room. Barbara gives me about a minute for each of the dildos, then makes me move on. The first ones are easy, but the last two especially make me stretch my mouth a lot and I cannot even hope going down on the completely. Consequently I am cropped hard for my failure.

"Right, I guess you have a few things to learn about sucking cock, don't you, toy?"

"Yes, Miss Barbara."

"Well, maybe your lower holes can make up for those shortcomings. And I am sure you are only too eager to get those cocks into your hungry cunt, aren't you?"

What use is it denying it?

"Yes, Miss Barbara."

"Obviously. But then as a good toy you are avaible in both your lower holes. So we will give you a choice of which hole you want to use for each of the dildos. But knowing what a cockhungry cunt you are, I guess I will have to even out the chances a bit. So if you use your cunt, you will receive, let's say, 20 strokes for being such a slut. On your cunt, of course. And not getting down fully on one at all will earn you a 10, even spread between both holes."

20 on my pussy? I would faint with the pain of that. And with 7 dildos to go, that doesn't even bear thinking about. I'd rather take them up my ass.

Slowly I swing my leg across the beam and position myself above the smallest of the dildos. The first four aren't bad. I notice that one of the male slaves unobtrusively puts some lube on the dildos and with the progression my ass is slowly stretched. It is with #5 that the problems start. My grunts and groans as I work my ass down on the big cock are for all to hear and when I am finally down all the way, my ass feels absolutely full.

Barbara lets me rest for a few seconds, while some applause starts, which for some reason makes me swell with pride. But all too soon a tap of the crop makes me get up again. This time she has me turn and bend over to show my ass to the audience. Having to show my gaping asshole to everyone. Is there no end to the indignities she comes up with?

Then I am hovering over the penultimate one.

 

Lent to Barbara for performance in club

Living object in sexual psychology class

Permanent slave to Professor and wife