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Story title : Owning Joanie
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Owning Joanie (MF, wife, blkmail, ws, reluc, v, huml, bd)
by Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com)
***
Sweet wife, mom, and professional woman Joanie needs to
be owned and used, and she gets what she needs when
Damian discovers some X-rated pictures of her online and
threatens to send them to her husband, family, and
employer.
***
I was online, going desultorily through the pictures
posted in the Yahoo adult club 'Sluts Seeking Masters,
SE' when I found the pics that changed my whole life. And
not just mine.
The pics at first just annoyed me; a blonde woman with a
good body had posted 14 candid personal pics of herself,
one in natty professional business attire, two in bra and
panties, one of her by a pool in a bikini, the rest of
her nude, a couple of them showing her doing things with
a muscular, well hung black stud that, assuming she
wasn't part of an interracial marriage, would most likely
have pissed her husband off if he knew.
She actually had more than a good body, she had a
spectacular body... trim waist, broad hips, excellent,
well rounded asscheeks, and tits that had to be at least
36C, with fat, round, dark brown nipples and enough
realistic sag to tell me they were real, not Memorex. She
had a sexy spray of freckles across the top of her
cleavage, as well.
I liked her a lot... except for the fact that, as many
women do when posting pics on the Internet, she'd blanked
out her face, which I always find aggravating. A great
body is fine, but without a face to show me personality
and character, it's just so much meat.
However, as I always do, I clicked on the link leading to
her Yahoo profile, in hopes that maybe she'd posted a
better, fuller picture of herself there. She'd been
careful, though, the pic in her profile showed her from
the neck down only. It got my attention further, though;
not only was she nude, but in this pic, she was clearly
pregnant... hugely so... and her breasts were even
larger, as were her sexy big brown nipples.
Her personal notes on the profile said that she was
recently without a master and missing one badly, had
recently given birth to her first son, and she needed a
discrete man willing to use her hard, but respect her
limits, as she had a prominent, high profile job and
couldn't come home to her husband with embarrassing
marks. She also said that for those who were interested,
there were more pictures of her pregnant in her Yahoo
Briefcase.
Some women don't look good pregnant, but this one
certainly did. I immediately clicked on her briefcase and
found it contained several folders, labeled 'Joanie
Pregnant', 'Joanie with Master Rick', "Joanie at the
Pool', 'Joanie Christmas 1999' and 'Wedding Pix 1996'.
Hmmmm...
On a hunch, I clicked on wedding pictures, and... voila!
A bunch of the most beautiful wedding shots you'd ever
want to see. Joanie looked radiant in her off the
shoulders, lacy, shimmering white silk bridal gown... and
as I'd hoped, she hadn't blanked her face off of these.
Which was, perhaps, a silly oversight on her part.
Looking at her face, I found myself stunned.
She was a breathtakingly lovely woman, and better, she
was a lovely woman wearing little round glasses, which I
always find attractive... combined with the bare
shouldered, undeniably sexy wedding dress that showed off
her plunging cleavage and full, heavy breasts
beautifully, she looked utterly hot and totally doable.
She was also a woman I knew from work.
I live in a mid sized Southern city. I'm not going to
tell you which one, but you've heard of it; we've hosted
a couple of Super Bowls in the last twenty years. I
actually work for the City, as a minor clerical cog in
the bureaucracy (my official title is Office Support
Specialist III), and among the usual majority of drab,
plain, boring, overweight, or just plain goddam homely
women you'll find in any large vocational organization,
there were, as always, a sprinkling of pretty women, and
a few spectacularly beautiful ones...
You know, the kind that are always married, usually quite
cheerful and casually, coolly friendly, willing to stop
and chat for a few seconds about what's on their desks at
the moment, or their kids, or the latest office gossip,
or a favorite TV show... the ones we drab, plain,
overweight, or just plain goddam homely males go home and
jerk off thinking desperately lustful thoughts about, but
never, never, NEVER think we'll ever be able to so much
as touch, much less truly and thoroughly ravish the way
we'd really like to.
'Joanie'... close to her real name, but not quite it,
BTW... was not just one of those spectacularly beautiful
women, she was just about the hottest woman I'd ever met
in real life. She was probably ten years younger than me
(I'm 40), 5'6 or so, happily married, always very
cheerful in the office. I'd wanted to ball her for years,
even before she'd spent most of the previous year
steadily swelling into the most radiantly, sexily
pregnant young matron I'd ever seen. She passed through
the office I worked in, picking up or dropping off
various papers several times a week, and she'd always
smile and say hello to me.
I honestly doubted she knew my name, or cared, but
occasionally we'd pass in the hall and chat for a few
seconds about inconsequential things. A very pleasant
person, and simply a drop dead gorgeous woman... who
happened to be married, upwardly mobile, and have a new
infant son she doted on... and who was thus, obviously,
utterly out of my reach, now and forever.
And here 'Joanie' was, decked out in her wedding dress
for me... and in the other photos (I quickly checked)
taking a big black cock in every hole she had and looking
like she loved it, or spectacularly, nakedly pregnant, or
shyly flashing the camera by pulling down her bikini top
beside a backyard, inground swimming pool somewhere.
The folder of her and her former master, apparently named
Rick, also contained a text file; in it, she stated
explicitly that although she was very happily married and
loved her new son 'all to pieces' (her phrase), she
simply needed much more control and discipline than her
normal, 'vanilla' husband could give her. She said she
didn't have a preference for blacks, although submitting
to a black man gave her a 'special thrill', but in any
case, her former master had moved to another City and she
was seeking another one... one who would use her
creatively and remorselessly, who would be able to
understand her need for humiliation and degradation, but
who could respect the fact that she needed to keep her
high profile job and her marriage working, and who would
thus not leave noticeable marks on her. She said anything
else, as far as she was concerned, was fine, but she had
to insist... no marks!
To say I was astonished... well, 'Joanie' is an
intelligent woman. To have been so careful in her posting
on the club, and on her adult profile... and then to put
unaltered, 'normal' pictures of her in an available
place... that was stupidity on an amazing level. It
was...
... clearly the action of a woman desperate to be put
under the control of someone, to be made completely
powerless.
I didn't hesitate for a moment. First, I attached three
of the most explicit pictures of her with her former
master (all of them with her face carefully blanked),
along with one of the wedding pictures, to an email
addressed to her adult site addy. In the email, I
carefully typed out her full real name, and after logging
on to the City website and looking it up, her home
address, phone number, work phone number, job title, her
immediate supervisor's name and work email addy, and,
culling my memory carefully, the first names of her
husband and son, too. I then typed the following message:
"'Joanie' -
You seem to have misspelled your name on the 'Sluts
Seeking Masters' site. You also seem to have left off a
lot of pertinent information on your adult profile (see
above). I was thinking I could do you a favor and fill in
your information in a post to the Club's message board.
But then I thought that wasn't something I should do
without your permission, and perhaps I should consult
with your husband, and your supervisor, or maybe even the
Mayor, first.
What do you think? I can cc this email to them and we can
all conference on it. Or perhaps you and I could simply
talk first on how you'd like to handle this. I'm sure you
want to work out some way to see to it that the
appropriate people get all the appropriate information
regarding you, and I'd like to help.
Contact me at this email address, or at [my cell phone
number] by 9 p.m. tonight if you'd like to work something
else out, please. Or don't, and I'll just do what I think
best.'
I sent that off, then simply copied the link to her
'Master Rick' photo folder and pasted that into another
email envelope, and sent that one off to her work email
addy... not wanting to get her in trouble there, but
definitely wanting to make my point.
Then I happily went back to her briefcase and started
downloading her photos. It was 7:44 p.m. when I sent the
email. Since the notation on her profile had said she was
online at that moment, I didn't expect a long wait, but I
didn't know how she'd choose to respond. Still, I was a
little surprised when, within two minutes, my cell phone
chirped.
I deliberately deepened my voice a bit; I didn't think
she'd recognize it, but hey, never having blackmailed a
gorgeous married slut before, I didn't want to take any
chances. "Yes?" I said, in my forced Darth Vader voice
into the phone.
"Ah," I heard a voice I recognized as Joanie's, sounding
actually rather upset. "Um... hello? Who... who is this?"
"Joanie," I said (I used her real name, but I'll keep
calling her Joanie here; I want to tell you what
happened, but it's my job now to keep her safe). "Hello,
hon. How are you? These are some lovely, lovely photos of
you!"
"Oh my God," I heard her say in a tiny voice on the other
end of the phone line. Then, more clearly, "Please tell
me who this is?"
"This is a friend, Joanie," I told her reassuringly.
"Soon to be a very, very close friend. Now, listen
closely. That bikini you're wearing in the pool pics?"
I heard her give a frustrated little moan on the other
end. Then, warily, "Um... yes?"
I smiled. I gave her some instructions. To her credit,
she didn't even try to argue, other than to tell me,
wearily, that it would take her an hour, not a half hour,
to get there, as she needed to take her son over to her
mother in law's. I graciously allowed her the extra time,
but told her if she was so much as a full minute late, I
was leaving, and I'd be... disappointed... in her.
I stayed at the computer for another 45 minutes, going
through all her pictures and downloading them to my hard
drive. Glancing at my watch, I got up, put on my
sneakers, slipped one of my ties into one of my jacket
pockets and a length of black cotton (actually the sleeve
from a sweatshirt I'd cut off last summer; the other
sleeve had gotten torn so I'd cut both off, and I never
throw anything out) into the other, and ambled over to
the food court of a mall that is two blocks from my home.
Upon getting there, I looked at my watch again. She still
had five minutes, but if she was smart, she was already
there, waiting for me... and if she was sitting where I'd
told her to sit, then she'd have her back to the food
court entrance I was planning to come in by. So I moved
up and, staying inside the milling crowds, looked for
her.
She was right where I'd told her to be, not easy to pick
out in the December crowds, since a lot of people were
wearing long coats... had it been summer, I'd have been
tempted to simply make her wear the bikini, but in
winter, that would have looked really strange. Still,
after a few seconds looking, I spotted her. She had her
back to the area I was in, as instructed. From where I
was, maybe fifty yards away, I couldn't tell how she was
feeling, of course, but I imagined she was nervous...
frightened... and probably more that a little turned on.
Well, we'd see.
I moved up behind her and put one hand on her shoulder.
"Close your eyes and hold still," I told her, in my deep
Darth Vader voice. She started violently, like I'd scared
her, but immediately went still, although I could feel
her trembling through her coat. "Please," she said, and
from where I was standing above and behind her, I could
see her nervously lick her lips. Her eyes went firmly
closed, though. "Do I know you? Tell me..."
"Shhhhh," I said, gently. "Be a good girl for daddy." I
took the black sweatshirt sleeve out of my pocket and
quickly blindfolded her with it, then lifted the hood of
her grey coat and tucked it over her head. Her breath
hissed inward sharply as I did it. I'd told her to have
her arms free of the sleeves of the coat, underneath it,
and given that she was only wearing a thong bikini under
it, I knew she'd have the coat fastened closed. Now I
said "Stand up, sugar. Hands behind your back like
daddy's best little cunt, baby."
She stood immediately, a bit awkwardly with the blindfold
on, and I steadied her with the hand still on her
shoulder. I saw her shift under the coat and heard the
fabric rustle, and she gave a little groan.
"What are you..." she asked, timidly.
"Shhhhhh," I repeated. "Don't make me hurt you here. I
will if I have to, but I know you don't want a lot of
public attention, do you?"
She immediately went quiet. I dropped to one knee, lifted
her coat in back, appreciating her long, naked legs
sliding sockless into white tennis shoes, and her bare
asscheeks, which must have been quite cold, given the
weather, with the blue line of the thong running between
them. I quickly bound her wrists with my ugliest tie, a
frayed red rayon one with black candy cane striping that
I've always hated. She gave a little moan again as she
felt her wrists being tied together, but didn't protest
or move.
I let her coat fall down again and glanced around. People
were intent on the own business; it had only taken me a
few seconds to blindfold her and another few to tie her,
and the movements would have been unfamiliar to nearly
anyone... and what we don't recognize, we tend to
dismiss, or simply file away into some seemingly
appropriate pigeonhole. Anyone paying any attention at
all would probably have seen me adjust my wife's hair,
put her hood up, and help her with her coat.
On a hunch, I slipped my hand into the slit pocket on the
side of the long grey hooded coat she'd worn and was
rewarded by touching her bare arm under the coat; it was
one of those with reach through pockets. "Very thoughtful
of you," I commended her as I grasped her bent elbow.
"Come on, let's go."
She made a murmuring sound deep in her throat.. then
sighed, and visibly surrendered, letting me steer her
through the crowds and back out the way I'd come in.
"Where..." she started to say, and then just stopped,
obviously realizing it was a stupid question. I was
taking her wherever I wanted to take her; she had no say
in the matter. Obviously, she was experienced at being
under the control of someone else, although I'd already
known that.
She couldn't drive while blindfolded, and I had no
confidence she could direct me to her car in the parking
lot, and I'd walked to the mall, anyway... a mistake; I
should have driven, so I could put her in my car and
drive around a bit to keep her confused as to where I
lived.
My paranoid precautions were almost certainly
unwarranted; after all, I clearly had her in a bad
position... but this was my first real experience in
mastery, despite a lot of fantasies, and I was going very
carefully. If things went bad, I wanted to limit my
exposure... and besides, I wasn't at all confident that
if she found out who I was... a nebbish from work whose
name she couldn't even remember... she'd continue to
submit. She might just laugh at me.
I understood intellectually that I had her over a barrel,
but emotionally, I still hadn't quite gotten my head
around the idea that I now owned one of the most
beautiful women I'd ever seen.) So I sighed, and set off
with my blindfolded, bound charge, leading her across the
parking lot, across the street (waiting for a lull in
traffic), and down a block to my apartment complex.
Halfway down the block, curiosity finally got the better
of her.
"Where... where are we going?" she stammered (the average
city dweller with a car rarely walks so much as two
blocks, and almost never crosses a busy street on foot,
except maybe at lunch time while working.
I said, with a burst of inspiration, "I parked my car at
the bank; the mall lot is always a pain." The bank is
across the street from my complex; it would keep her
confused.
Then I led her to my car, opened the door, put her in,
went around, and got behind the wheel. I closed the door,
reached down, unzipped my jeans, and let my very hard
cock out. Clearly, she'd heard the zipper going down; now
she groaned and trembled and lowered her chin to her
chest and gave a little sobbing sound... but she didn't
say a word.
I reached over and pushed her hood back off her head, so
I could see her better.
"I'm going to drive us to a place where we can have some
fun," I said. "I'm going to assume you know what you'll
be doing while I drive."
She groaned. "Please... wuh what do you want me to call
you?"
I smiled. "What do you think would be appropriate, sweet
slut?"
I saw her bite her full, very sexy lower lip, and her
lowered head sort of inclined in my direction. Then she
breathily sort of half sobbed, "Well... I guess... muh
master... if... if that's what you want..."
"Get your head up," I told her, and she immediately
jerked her head up, quivering like a dog on point. I
slapped her face, twice, hard, with noises like gunshots,
once forehanded on her left cheek, the backhanded on her
right. She sobbed and I saw the black sleeve around her
eyes darken further with tears.
"Suh sorry!" she gasped. "Tell me what you want to be cuh
called, then...!"
"I've told you twice already," I said. "I know you're a
smart cunt, Joanie... a smart cunt like you needs to pay
attention."
I could practically hear the gears turning frantically in
her head as she thought. Then, slowly, "Dah... daddy?"
I smiled, patted her knee, then reached over and
unbuttoned her coat down the front, pulling it open so I
could look at her barely clad body. She groaned; the
inside of the car was cold. "Good girl," I said. "Tell me
the truth, do you like to be slapped, Joanie?"
Her head wavered a bit, then she said, in a very tiny
voice, "Kuh... kind of..." She cleared her throat and
said more clearly, "It hurts... daddy... and I don't
really find pain to be pleasurable, like some... suh
sluts..." Her head wavered a bit more at that, and she
sobbed a bit. Then she went on, "Uh also... I huh hope...
I mean, you can do whatever you want... daddy... of cuh
course... this slut is yuh yours... but... I huh hope you
won't muh mark me up... espec... especially muh my face.
Yuh... you know where I work, and... and my husband...
suh so..."
"Tell me how you 'kind of' enjoy it, Joanie," I said,
squeezing her knee and stroking up and down her bare leg
reassuringly.
She gave a little moan and shuddered. Then she said, "I
luh like... buh being handled. Tuh treated..." She
paused, as if searching for words.
"Like a slut?" I suggested.
"Yes," she agreed, immediately, "but... more... like a
slave... that's not quite right either..." She seemed
very thoughtful as she considered it.
"Like an object," I said. "Like a thing. Like something
less than human, an entity that only exists to be used by
me. Like property."
She shuddered. "Yes, daddy," she said. "Yes, that's it,
that's exactly it. You..." Her lips trembled into a tiny
smile. "You say it very well."
"Why do you need it, sugar?" I asked, honestly curious.
She kind of shrugged, and sighed; her amazing tits heaved
up and down, in and out, looking as if they might tear
her tiny bikini top to shreds any second. "I... suppose
it's because my first sexual experience was a rape,
daddy," she said, quietly. "I was only 11, and a neighbor
forced me... and he kept forcing me, until I was 14 and
we moved away..." Her head was down again now, and her
voice started to mumble. "I started to like it... being
treated like... just a thing... he used to say I was his
favorite little toy... he called me a fuck hole... he'd
tie me up... hurt me sometimes, even if I did what he
said... just for fun, he said..."
She stopped, and took a deep breath. "I got used to it...
in fact, sometimes I'd go over to his house even if he
didn't call me, and... and ask him if he... wanted to..."
She breathed out again in a long sigh. "I only had normal
boyfriends after that, but... I always thought about it,
and then I met Rick last year and..."
"Normally I won't warn you when I'm going to hurt you," I
told her, "but since you're blindfolded now, I will. Put
your head up again, please, I'm going to slap you some
more."
She lifted her head immediately, and I did, forehand and
backhand, both cheeks, even harder this time. She took it
without flinching, although the sweatshirt sleeve around
her eyes was soaking through and water was trickling down
her cheeks now.
"Did I do something wrong, dah daddy," she gasped, "or
was that..."
"Just for fun," I said.
She moaned. "Yes," she said, licking her lips. "Fuh
fun... fun hurting me... thank you, daddy."
"You're sweet, baby," I said, "but let's get that mouth
of yours to work, shall we?" I put my hand on her neck
and guided her head down into my lap, easing her mouth
into place over and around my hard cock. She went without
protest, perhaps even with a little eagerness (I imagine
she was curious about my cock, which is only average
size). She quickly settled her mouth all the way down my
shaft and started sucking and slurping away in an
obviously experienced manner.
I started the car up, turned the radio on, backed out of
my parking space carefully (blowjobs while driving are a
staple of porn stories, but as I'd always suspected, it
was hell on the concentration) and then, very slowly,
drove around my building three or four times. Anyone
watching me make several circuits of my apartment
building was probably wondering what the hell was up, but
I simply, at that time, didn't want Joanie to know I
lived where I lived. I pulled back into another parking
slot and kept the engine on and the radio playing for
another few minutes, while Joanie kept working at my hard
cock with her mouth.
She gave a good blowjob, even with her hands tied; eager
and skilled, bobbing her head only slightly, maybe an
inch up and down on my otherwise fully swallowed up cock.
She rubbed her tongue in a steady, rhythmic way along the
side of my cock (she was leaning into me from my side, of
course) sucking and slurping with diligence and
determination.
Once I parked again, I took a handful of the shaggy
blonde hair at the back of her head and started moving
her up and down on a longer stroke, basically jerking off
with her mouth. She grunted as I did that. Whether in
pain or satisfaction I didn't know (a lot of women like
to have their hair pulled while they give head; many like
to have their heads controlled and pumped, and a few like
to have the two combined... a high school girl I'd met on
a city bus a couple of years before even liked to put her
hair in a ponytail before she started blowing a guy, so
he could use it as a handle) and started pumping her head
on my cock harder, groaning now with each up and down
stroke.
I sighed and about a minute after grabbing her hair, shot
a nice big load of cum into her mouth, spurting off
several times in a very satisfying orgasm as Joanie
gulped and swallowed like a good little cum slut.
I let my fingers relax from her hair and started lightly
massaging her neck. She moaned around my softening cock
but didn't try to move her head out of my lap, just kept
sucking away at me, gently now, but obviously enjoying
it. Her tongue swirled around my length now, rubbing
insistently over my slowly wilting cockhead, and I could
feel her gulping again through my fingers on her throat;
obviously, she was cleaning me up, swallowing down the
last drips and drops of sperm she could nurse out of my
cock or lick up from my shaft.
I groaned and let her nurse and nuzzle at my dick, and
wasn't surprised to find myself hardening again within a
minute or so, swelling to fill her mouth again like a
cork in a bottle. She gave what seemed to me to be a
happy little muffled cooing sound as I did, and started
to suck me a bit more earnestly.
Somewhat reluctantly, I took her by the hair again and
pulled her mouth up off my cock. She was obviously even
more reluctant to give it up; her neck went stiff and she
actually resisted my tugging, straining to push her mouth
back down deeper onto my cock as I tried to pull her up.
Finally I let go of her hair, pulled her coat up, and
slapped her bare asscheek hard. "UP, bitch," I told her.
She'd yipped around my cock when I slapped her, now she
groaned and I could see her struggling to obey me; not
easy with her hands tied behind her. I took her by the
hair and 'helped' her back to a sitting position; she
yowled like a cat as I hauled her up that way.
"Sorry, daddy," she said quietly, looking chagrined
beneath her blindfold. "I... I really like giving a guy
head, especially by force, and... I just got into it..."
"Your enthusiasm is appreciated," I said. "Now I'm going
to slap you again for disobeying me, though."
She sighed, but lifted her chin to present her face to
me, and I slapped her resoundingly... just once, though.
After all, if she had to pick a way to disobey me, not
disengaging from a blowjob was one I really couldn't mind
that much.
She yelped again, then smiled. "Thank you, daddy," she
said. "For hurting me, because I'm a bad cunt and I
deserve it, and for making me suck your cock, because I
love your cock so much, and for giving me a nice big load
of cum for my dinner." She licked her lips. "Baby was
hungry."
I had to laugh at that. "Speaking of babies, are you
nursing yours, Joanie?"
She nodded her head. "Yes sir," she said. "Are you...
going to taste me?"
I had to admit, I was curious. "Maybe," I said. "Or I
might know someone else who would. Tell me about your
experiences, little slut. I know about Master Rick and
this neighbor of yours; what's the worst, most degrading
things they ever made you do?"
She took a breath. "Um," she said, obviously searching
her memory. "Well... I don't know, daddy. I mean... just
the usual stuff..." She laughed at that. "What a weird
way to put it. I mean, all my holes have been used.
Obviously you know I swallow... and you'd make me even if
I didn't, I'm sure. I've been tied up before..."
She flexed her shoulders back and forth, and smiled. "I
like it. Thank you. I like feeling so helpless... I've
been hurt... my neighbor, Don, used to use a belt on
me... not just my ass, but on my legs, my tits... they
were little then, I didn't have any when we started... my
stomach, my thighs, my pussy, my back... he used to punch
me, too... he'd string my hands up over my head to a pipe
in his basement and use me like a punching bag...
sometimes I'd be covered in bruises. He never marked my
face, but there were times I had to be really careful not
to let anyone see my torso... not my parents, or any of
the girls in gym class..."
"Is that one of the things you'd ask him for?" I asked
her.
She shuddered. "No," she said, "When I asked him for
things, it wasn't to be hurt... I'm not into pain as
pleasure. I'd just ask him to fuck me... a lot of times,
I'd ask him to fuck me in the ass, that got to be kind of
a craving with me... or let me blow him. I knew better
than to ask him to go down on me, because he told me that
little fuck holes weren't put on Earth for their own
selfish pleasure. But sometimes when he was really
pleased with me he'd finger my clit and make me go off,
and I usually came when he screwed me."
She licked her lips again, and continued, "It's hard to
explain... it's not like I minded the beatings... I mean,
I did, I'd never ask him to do it... but I didn't resist
at all.... I didn't enjoy it or cum from it... I don't
cum from being hurt... but its attention... use. It's
rough use, treatment of me as... like you said, an
object... and... I find that..." She cocked her head to
the side.
"Satisfying?" I offered. "Fulfilling?"
She nodded. "Yeah," she said. "That's it. I... I like it.
I enjoy it. But it's not a physical pleasure for me, and
not something I'd ask for. It's... an emotional thing.
Rick hurt me sometimes, but with him it was just slaps...
pulling my hair... sometimes he'd squeeze my wrist too
hard... other times he'd twist my arm up behind my back
when he was bending me over something..."
"A casual brutality," I said. "Positioning you like you
were just a big, girl shaped plaything for him to use."
"Yeah," she said, running her tongue around her lips
again. "That's it, that's just it." She paused. "Who...
who are you, daddy? I... I know you, don't I?"
I sighed. "All right," I said. "You just remember when
you see me, I own your sexy little ass, Joanie."
She nodded, biting her lower lip like a little girl.
"Yes, daddy," she said, "you own me." I could hear
eagerness in her voice. "Really, you do. I know..." She
shuddered. "If you sent those pictures to my husband...
or to Ron..." (her supervisor, a City Department Head)
"...I'd be sooooo fucked..." She giggled. "Guess I'm
fucked either way, but this way is much better."
"You just keep me happy, then," I warned her. "Now turn
your head."
She turned her head for me, and I undid the knot holding
the sleeve around her eyes and took it off. She turned
back towards me, blinking, and it took a few seconds for
her eyes to focus on me
Finally, she said, "You!" in a wondering voice. Then,
letting her eyes lower as if ashamed, "I'm suh sorry,
Daddy... I... I don't remember your name." She looked up
at me again, and in the same disbelieving voice, said,
"But you're always so NICE to me at work."
I smiled back at her. "Hold still, sugar," I said, and
lifted my fist.
"Oh God, daddy, please d-UNG!" she cried out, as I
punched her hard in the mouth. Her head rocked back and
thunked against the window behind her. "Owwwww!" she
whimpered. "Daddy, PLEASE, I'm SORRY..."
"Head up," I said, and she flicked a fearful glance up at
me, but then obediently lifted her head again, her chin
trembling. Her lip was bleeding slightly, and already
starting to swell. She closed her eyes tightly and tears
started flowing down her cheeks.
I smiled at her. She said, tremulously, "Oh my God,
daddy... does it show? Pluh please... please don't mark
up my face. I..."
"You're going to have a nice fat lip," I said. "But I
think, just this once, you can tell hubby you walked into
a door, can't you?"
Her eyes blinked open again and I could see her thinking
furiously. "Yeh yeah," she said, finally, "yes, sir, I
can, but... please... he... he almost found out about Ruh
Rick... he was suspicious... please, yes, I can tell him,
just once... but..."
I said, "Then don't call me nice. Don't say I'm sweet.
'Nice' and 'sweet', when a beautiful woman uses them
about a man like me, are code. You know what they're code
for, right?"
She just blinked at me, still silently crying. "Um..."
she said. "I.. never thought..."
"About a man like you thought I was, before tonight," I
corrected. "Think hard, Joanie. You're smart. Tell me
what they're code for... or I'm going to take you inside,
hang you from a door, and beat you until you pass out
from the pain."
She groaned plaintively, her tongue exploring her
swelling lip, her eyes wet and wide and fastened on mine.
"Duh daddy," she whispered, "pluh... please..." Her mouth
ovaled into a little o. "Oh," she said. "It... it
means... it means 'we aren't going to fuck you'...
right?"
I smiled at her. "That's EXACTLY what it means," I said.
"And I hate that. A lot."
She licked her steadily swelling lip, and flinched...
then giggled. "I never really put that together before,"
she marveled. "A sweet guy is one you're never gonna
fuck... yeah, that's really true." She focused on me
again. "Well... daddy... I guess you're definitely not a
sweet guy, huh?"
She closed her eyes again, and her face went serious.
Opened them and looked at me. "Daddy... I... of course,
you can do anything you want with me... I have no choice
at all... I understand that, believe me, and I will do
anything you want, and I will take whatever punishment
you want to give me if I displease you, or... or if you
just..." She trembled, but went on, "...want to hurt me,
for fun... I'm totally yours, and..." She looked
surprised. "I'm... glad. I am, I really am."
She lowered her head, and looked ashamed. "Buh but I do
have a buh baby," she whispered, "and I duh do luh love
my husband, and... and I like my job too... so... pluh
please... cuh could I go huh home... suh sometime...
soon?"
"Look at me," I told her. She immediately looked up at
me.
"Joanie," I said, "I like the fact that you're married,
and a sweet new mom, and you seem very normal and proper
and decent, and no one but me knows what a depraved,
disgusting, dirty little cum whore you are." Her eyes
were wide in the darkness of my car, gleaming in the
light from the street lamps, her expression didn't
change, nor did she try to deny anything I said about
her. "I like the fact that I see you at work, and from
now on, when I do, I'll own you, and only you and I will
know that. So as long as you keep me happy, I'm certainly
not going to do anything to endanger that."
She smiled in relief. "Thank you, daddy, thank you," she
murmured.
"But," I said, "I'm sure a smart, experienced little girl
shaped sperm hole like you knows exactly what your part
of that deal is. Tell me."
She tentatively nibbled her swollen lower lip, wincing as
she did it, but said, levelly and without hesitation, "I
am yours in any and every way, sir. Completely and
without conditions. Even my... pruh preference... for not
being marked up doesn't matter; if you want to, you will.
You are my first priority, more important to me than my
husband, my child, or my career. If you want me to remain
married, a mother, and in my current career, then that is
what will happen. If you want me to get divorced, give up
my son, quit my job, I will do that."
She stopped talking for a moment and stared into my eyes,
then as if waking up from a daze she continued, "If you
want me to move in and be your full time slave, then your
full time slave is what I will be. I will do anything you
say, without protest; I will become anything you want me
to become, sir. I will... will... become addicted to
drugs, if you wish, sir; I will service your friends, I
will become a common street whore. I own nothing now;
everything that was mine is now yours. I..."
She paused again. "I... will do things for you that I
can't even imagine at this moment, I am sure. You control
me completely..." She shrugged. "I'm yours, sir. Daddy.
Do what you want with me."
I smiled. "How late can you stay with me tonight without
causing you problems, doll?"
She thought about it. "Probably midnight... mom has kept
Matt that late before... John will understand if I say I
had to review a site plan for an emergency hearing..."
I looked at her, quizzically. "You're smart, Joanie...
you understand, if I did make you divorce your hubby,
give up your son, and quit your job, I couldn't blackmail
you any more, right...?"
She nodded, slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes,"
she said, "yes, sir, but it wouldn't matter to me. You
own me now. It's..." She blinked. "It has nothing to do
with the pictures. I'm yours. I'll always be yours. If
you set me free again..." She looked at me. "If you send
me away, of course I'll go, but I'll still always be
yours." She paused. "I... I need to be, daddy. Please."
I reached over, slid a hand inside one of her bikini
cups, and hefted one of her heavy, soft, full, firm tits.
Squeezed it. Ran my thumb over her fat brown nipple.
"It's okay baby," I told her, absently. "You are
definitely mine, always and forever." I paused. "There's
only one thing, Joanie," I added, after a second.
She was moaning as I played with her tit, eyes closed,
now she opened them again. "Yes, daddy?"
"You said you had to go home," I said. "That's not
right."
She closed her eyes and looked resigned. "Yes, sir," she
said. "I... of course I'll stay here with you, as long as
you like... permanently, if you want. I guh... guess I
won't need cluh clothes..." Tears were rolling down her
cheeks again. "I wish I could say goodbye to my baby..."
"Shhhh," I said, softly squeezing her tit. "You're very
silly. Daddy isn't that mean. I meant, your home is here,
now. When you leave, it will be to go back to your
husband and son's home, but not yours."
Her eyes went wide. "Oh," she squeaked.
Then she leaned way down and kissed my wrist, just above
where my hand was playing with her tit. "Oh, daddy...
thank you..."
I sighed. "Okay, let's get inside. I want to beat you and
rape you thoroughly, and we only have a couple of hours
before you have to leave."
I wanted to make her undress completely before leading
her into the building, and her hands being tied behind
her back made that difficult. So I got her out of the
car, stood her up, took her coat off her and tossed it
back inside, then stripped her of her skimpy bikini, too.
The top unclasped in front and came right off, as it had
no shoulder straps (38D Joanie titties being more than
enough to hold it up); I tossed it back in as well; the
thong I had to roll down her thighs, pulling the fabric
from between her sweet, full asscheeks and then sliding
it down her legs, having her lift her feet in her white
tennis shoes one at a time for me to slip it off. I then
stood up with it in my hand, noting that the fabric in
front was quite damp.
She stood there shivering in the chill, end of December
air (a cold front had come through for the holidays, I
doubt it was more than 35 degrees). "God," she said,
looking around, "I hope your neighbors... mmmmfff!"
She said the last because I firmly pushed her wadded up
thong into her mouth. "Fuck holes are to be seen and not
heard," I told her sweetly, and then, after giving her
gorgeous, shivering, naked body a long , lecherous look
in the sodium glare of the street lamp, "in your case,
especially to be seen."
I took her by the elbow and led her inside, through the
locked security gate (the lock doesn't work; you just
jigger the doorknob and it opens) and down to my
apartment, which was, fortunately, the first one on the
left from that gate. She had to stand there while I
opened it, nude down to her sneakers, hands tied securely
behind her, eyes and cheeks wet from tears, shivering
from the cold and her fear of being seen, looking at me
imploringly (I wondered for the first time where her
glasses were; I'd told her not to have them on in the
food court, knowing I was going to blindfold her).
Just as I turned the key in the lock, a door opened
across the hall with a loud cracking sound (they all do
that; the air seal is very good on our doors and you can
hear any of them opening twenty yards away) and one of
the college guys who lives there, Hank, and his short,
curly haired, brunette bitch of a girlfriend, Sherry,
stepped out, laughing about something. Hank saw Joanie
and me first... well, he saw Joanie, I couldn't swear he
noticed me, or anything else... and he stopped dead, his
eyes big as saucers.
Sherry immediately noticed the change in his behavior and
stopped herself, looking over at us... and her eyes went
wide too. "Fuck!" she said, loudly. "What the fuck are
you doing?"
Joanie blushed deep red down to her nipples (it was an
amazing sight) and closed her eyes tightly and pushed
herself back against the wall next to my door to hide her
bound hands, twisting her head away as much as she could,
which wasn't much.
"Shit," Sherry swore, staring at us, then turning to
Hank. "Fuckin call the cops on this bastard -- !"
"Mmmmphhhh!" Joanie yelped, through the thong, eyes
frantic with protest. I reached up and pulled the wadded
up garment out of her mouth.
"No!" she yipped in a voice rich with humiliated anguish.
"NO, please, DON'T! It's okay... it's... I'm not...
please don't..."
Hank was staring at us. "What the hell...?" he said,
unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacular sight
of Joanie's magnificent tits, heaving as she breathed
hard in utter shame and mortification.
"Better explain, hon," I said, gravely. "Better convince
them."
Joanie moaned as if she were in actual pain, but opened
her eyes and said, pleadingly, "Pleeeeeeease... please,
we're just.... We're just playing...!"
I took her by the shoulders and firmly turned her so they
could see her bound hands, reaching down to lift the hand
of hers that had her wedding ring on it. It sparkled in
the inside light. "Look, guys," I said, reasonably, "We
are just playing. She's here very willingly. However, she
is married, and if you call the cops, it is going to
cause her a lot of embarrassment."
Sherry's face had twisted into something really ugly
(she's not normally exactly a babe, anyway; at her best,
she's what a friend of mine used to refer to as
'doable'... big nose, sharp features, skinny bod... but
mostly, it's her relentlessly nasty personality that
makes her unattractive; if she were sweet and pleasant,
she could be reasonably cute). "You're fucking sick," she
hissed. "I oughtta call the cops anyway..."
"You could do that," I told her, in quiet, pleasant
voice, "but if you do, I'll have to tell them about all
the pot and coke I've seen in Hank's apartment when I've
been over there. They'll probably want to toss the place
just on spec... I think a reliable informant is
considered probable cause. They might search his truck,
too." I actually had no real knowledge of drugs in the
apartment... I hadn't been over there much, and only for
a couple of minutes at a time... but they were college
kids, Hank worked for a radio station, and one of his
roommates was a bartender... I'd have been surprised if
that apartment could have stood a good toss.
Hank visibly flinched. "Geez, man, hey, there's no hassle
here," he said, quickly. "She says you're just playin'
that's fine with us..."
I slid my arm around Joanie's waist and she gratefully
buried her head in my neck, hiding the front of her nude
body against me. I looked at Sherry. "Do what you want,"
I said, "but we aren't doing anything illegal."
Sherry had narrowed her already thin little lips down to
slits, now she shook her head. "Motherfucker," she said.
"All right, fine, but you're fucking SICK." She grabbed
Hank's hand, her eyes narrowing even further when she saw
where his eyes were plastered. "Come ON, Hank, we're
getting' out of this sick fucking place!" She jerked on
his hand, and Hank followed her insistent tugging down to
the gate Joanie and I had just come through, eyes still
craned back over his shoulder as he disappeared down the
hall.
I sighed and pushed my door open, leading Joanie through
with my arm around her. She'd been trembling against me.
Now, as soon as I closed the door and locked it, she
burst out with, "That cuntlicking little fucking BITCH."
Her tone wasn't frightened, nor was it humiliated any
longer, it was simply furious, venomous. She trembled
where she stood, but I could see it was rage going
through her. "Oh my GOD does she need to be bitch
slapped. I'd pull her fucking EYES out..."
I stood there and marveled at her for a moment. The whole
time she'd been with me, she'd never displayed the
slightest anger at how I was using her... I'd tied her,
blindfolded her, taken her to a strange place against her
will, orally sodomized her, slapped her, and punched her,
and she'd responded with fear, anxiety, docility,
submission... even, occasionally, with giggles and
laughter of enjoyment. But she'd never been angry at me.
Now, though, she was furious at Sherry... not at me, for
exposing her to that kind of humiliation, but at Sherry.
I was to find out that this was typical of Joanie. She
expected, accepted, submitted to, and even needed and
depended on, the domination of a man, but women she would
simply take no shit from at all.
I had to chuckle. She looked at me, and flushed. "Well,
I'm sorry... daddy," she said, not sounding very
contrite, "but damn, bitches like her piss me off. I
mean, DAMN it!"
"She needs a good beating," I agreed, taking Joanie's
shoulders gently in my hands and leaning down to kiss her
lips lightly. She sighed and kissed me back for a few
seconds. Then I said, "Good raping wouldn't hurt her,
either. Maybe you can figure a way to set that up."
I straightened up again, and Joanie licked her lips,
flinching as her tongue ran over the swollen one. Her
eyes gleamed.
Although I wanted nothing more than to hang her from my
bedroom door and beat her black and blue (I wasn't mad at
her; just the opposite, I found her adorable... I just
wanted to hurt her) and then rape her repeatedly
(although, obviously, it wouldn't have been actual rape),
and I was very aware of the clock ticking away,
nonetheless, the first thing I did was sit Joanie down
with me at my computer. I had her give me her Yahoo
password and I cleaned the wedding pictures, where you
could see her face, as well as the Christmas pictures,
which had simply been of her and her husband and some
family members celebrating Christmas (Joanie in a
gorgeous deep green spaghetti strapped velvet gown that,
as always, showed off her amazing tits to great effect)
out of her adult briefcase.
She told me when I questioned her that she'd thought
she'd set the briefcase up to access the 'normal' folders
from her normal profile, and the 'adult' folders from her
adult profile, and had no idea the two were cross
connected... but she blushed when she said it, and
wouldn't meet my eyes, and I had a feeling she'd done it
deliberately, hoping for a result like this. Well, now
that she had one, I wasn't going to take a chance on
someone else getting that kind of handle on her; as her
owner, it was my job to protect her.
I checked her 'normal' briefcase, accessed from the
normal profile, and found that indeed, the more adult
folders wouldn't show from that side... so it was just
the adult side; Joanie hadn't been completely stupid.
Friends and family members who went in to look at her
seasonal photographs or pictures of her in her wedding
gown wouldn't have seen the ones of her flashing at the
pool or getting buttfucked by some big dicked black guy
or posing naked, showing off her steadily advancing
pregnancy. It was only from the other side of the
briefcase that all the folders showed up. I didn't know
quite why, so for the time being, I just pulled all her
'normal' pictures offline. I'd figure it out later.
After getting her password, I'd put Joanie on her knees
under my desk, where of course she immediately began
sucking my cock again. I had no intention of coming in
her mouth right then, but having a beautiful blonde under
my desk eagerly fellating me while I was online was such
a classic wish fulfillment I couldn't pass it up. After I
finished it up, I logged off and turned my monitor off,
gently eased Joanie's head off my cock (worried more
about her teeth than her discomfort, to be honest).
She moaned in disappointment but didn't resist. Then I
stood up, helped her out from under the desk, and got her
to her feet again. I kissed her mouth once more, this
time exploring it slowly and thoroughly with my tongue.
It was our first real kiss and she gave a little sigh and
leaned into me, sucking diligently at my tongue, swirling
her tongue around it sensuously, then playfully pushing
it back into my mouth with her tongue, which was long and
fat and slick and writhed pleasantly as she twirled it
slowly around the inside of my mouth.
"Mmmm," she said, after two or three hot, lip sliding,
tongue slurping, deeply drenched moments later, "daddy, I
love how you kiss me."
"I love how you kiss, too, sugar," I murmured back to
her, our lips still lightly touching as we spoke, our
tongue tips lightly flicking against each other. "Now, I
want to beat you a little bit, and then I'll start
seriously pumping your holes full of my cum, okay?"
She looked up at me, face kind of shivering, eyes big and
wet. "Whatever you want, daddy," she said, steadily, her
voice barely trembling. "Ah... mmmm... rrr you gonna muh
mess up my fuh face... more... daddy?"
"Not as long as you don't tell me I'm nice," I said,
grinning at her. "You have a beautiful face, Joanie. Not
that I wouldn't like to send you to work tomorrow with a
nice shiner to explain, but..."
She shivered again, but kept looking at me. "You can if
you want," she said, in a tiny little voice. "You can
beat me to a fucking pulp, daddy... I'm yours, I won't
complain." She smiled, faintly. "Cry and scream and beg
you to stop, but I won't bitch about it."
I smiled. "Maybe some other time, sugar. I'd enjoy
beating you to a pulp, but we should probably leave that
for some time when you can stay in bed and heal up for a
few days."
She gave a little gasp of obvious relief. "Yes, daddy,"
she said, whimpering pitifully. "Yes, later, beat me to a
pulp later..." She looked down at her body. "You... you
like your little Joanie's body, daddy?"
"You have the best fucking body I've ever seen, Joanie,"
I told her. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful women
I've ever known in real life... sexier than a lot of the
women on TV, too."
She smiled up at me. "Thanks," she said, "I work out a
lot. I want to look good... for you, now, daddy." Her
eyes crinkled up at the edges. "But I think I'd like it
if you put some marks on me, daddy. To prove you own me.
And to punish me for being such an awful bad little
slut."
I smiled at her. "We don't have a lot of time, so I'm not
going to hang you from the door tonight," I said, and she
looked, if anything, disappointed. "Don't worry," I said,
"we'll have plenty of opportunities for me to hang you up
like a slab of meat and work you over good on later
dates. Now I'm just going to hurt you a little bit, and
then I'll rape you for a while. Sound good?"
She looked at me, her eyes gleaming. "Sounds fucking
great," she said. "Come on, daddy. Fuck me up. Fuck up
your baby girl. Fuck me up good."
I punched her hard in the stomach, catching her just
right; the breath whooshed out of her and she folded
double, sagging to her knees. I took her by her sexy,
shaggy blonde hair and yanked her back up to her feet,
she screamed, a breathless, nearly silent sibilant sound
as I did. I took aim and punched her hard in her upper
left arm, then in her upper right thigh. "OWWW!" she
yelped, getting some breath back by the third punch. I
hauled off and landed a good solid punch on her left tit
and she went "YAR!" and bent down again, sobbing.
I let her stand there, hunched over, crying, for a few
seconds, then put my arms around her. She sagged against
me and cried for a minute or more. I hugged her to me,
cradling her in my arms and rocking her gently back and
forth, and said in her ear "Shhhh baby, it's okay,
shhhhh, daddy loves you, you're a good girl..."
Then, finally, she stirred against me and said "Dah
daddy... I... I can take more 'f... fff you wan't..."
I kissed her ear and murmured, "No, sweetie, that's all
right, daddy wants to fuck his little girl now and shoot
his cum into her, and then she has to go home. Okay?"
She rolled her head on my shoulder, then pushed herself
away from me a few inches and looked at me gratefully.
"Thuh thank you, daddy," she said. She lifted herself up
with a wince and kissed my cheek. "Luh love you. Um...
buh but really... I can take... muh more... if you
want..." She surprised me by chuckling. "Actually, sir,
I'm gonna have to keep my husband from seeing me for a
week as it is, so if you want to pound me some more, it
won't make any difference..."
I kissed the tip of her nose. "Sometime soon, baby, I'll
push you to your limits... I really will beat you until
you pass out." Her eyes widened at that. "I think you'll
like that. But right now, we don't have much time, and
you really do need to go home with daddy's cum in all
your holes... don't you?"
She whimpered. "Oh yes," she whispered, "yes sir, I
really need that, I so need it..."
"Now, as for your husband," I said, smiling merrily,
"from now on, whatever you've been doing for him in the
past, all he gets from now on is cunt and hand jobs. Got
it? Your mouth and your ass are mine."
She blinked up at me. "Um," she said, "yes, daddy." She
pursed her lips. "He... he never fucks my ass, but...
he's gonna get pissed if I won't blow him any more..."
"Too fucking bad," I said, brutally. "I'm going to ask
you every time I see you, and if you lie to me..."
She shuddered. "I won't, I won't. Pussy and hand jobs,
that's all he gets. Um... how often, daddy?"
I looked at her. "How often do you fuck him now?"
She tick tocked her head back and forth, considering.
"Um... well, depends... I'd say, we average three times a
week, but sometimes it's more, sometimes less..."
"Once a week," I told her. She gasped. "And that's just
for now, we'll taper him off to once a month."
She looked at me darkly, and for the first time she
looked just a little bit upset at me. "Well... if you..."
She scowled... then smoothed her face out resignedly.
"Yes sir. But he's gonna start fucking his secretary, I
know he is. The little cunt has been shaking her ass in
his face ever since he hired her."
"Good," I said. "Is she cute?"
Joanie sighed. "She's... I don't know. I guess she's
pretty. She's a flat-chested little bitch." I thought to
myself that there were c cup Hollywood starlets who were
flat-chested little bitches compared to Joanie.
"If he really does start screwing her," I said, "we'll
follow them some night, take pictures, and blackmail her.
I'll bet you'd enjoy having her eat your pussy, wouldn't
you?"
Joanie's eyes lit up. "Um," she said. "Well, yeah...
um... can I hurt her, too?"
"Sure," I said. "Now," I went on, "you were telling me
about all the awful stuff people have done to you, but
you didn't mention piss. No one has ever pissed on you?"
She closed her eyes and sighed. "No sir," she said,
quietly. "But... well... you know you can if you want to.
I don't have to tell you, I'm sure."
"Oh, I do, sugar," I said. "Come on." I took her by the
arm again and led her into my bathroom, helped her step
into the tub and get down on her knees. She looked up at
me, her face blank, but a look of something like
anticipation in her eyes. "Are you going to piss in my
face, daddy?" she asked, quietly.
I smiled. "I'm going to piss in your mouth, baby," I
said, and her eyes went wide. "And you're gonna take a
nice long drink of daddy's piss."
"Jesus Christ," she blurted out. Then, immediately,
blushing, she said "Yes sir, yes sir... WOW."
"Open, sweetie," I said. She promptly opened her mouth,
looking simultaneously curious and horrified. I fed my
half hard cock into it (my dick had softened as I beat
her; I liked hurting her a lot, but it wasn't a sexual
thing, more a power thing). "Tighten your lips. A lot is
going to spill out, and down your pretty body, hon...
that's fine... you'll learn to open your throat
eventually, but not this time, probably. Right now, just
swallow as much as you can, okay?"
She stared up at me, eyes huge, and nodded nearly
imperceptibly. "Nmmmph," she said, around my cock, in an
assenting tone. "Yyth d'ddie."
I sighed, and dug both hands into her hair to hold her
steady, and started to piss in my little fuck toy's
mouth.
The first time I came in someone's mouth and they
swallowed it, I discovered that there was a whole new
dimension of pleasure to the experience that had nothing
to do with the actual sensations of orgasm. (In case you
wondered, I was 13 at the time, and I'd just been sucked
off by my little brother Todd, who was 10. Todd had
fellated me inconclusively several times before that out
of simple curiosity; on that occasion, he'd been told by
his friend who lived down the street from us, Mike
Stickley, that 'cum tasted good' -- Mike had no older
brother; I recall his experience was rumored to have come
directly from his father, and maybe an uncle or two, as
well -- so Todd had been determined to suck me all the
way off and see for himself.
Naturally, I had no objections. Todd swallowed it all,
gagging and making faces around my dick the whole time,
and immediately after I finished shooting, took his mouth
off me and said 'ew, yuck, that's guh ROSSSSS'. Ten
minutes of desultory tongue kissing while I fingered his
asshole later, he asked me if he could do it again, and
upon receiving my immediate and eager encouragement,
promptly did so, really concentrating on his work that
time, eyes closed for the whole performance, swallowing
my second load with considerably more determination than
before, and afterwards remarking, "Well, I guess I can
get used to it". Todd continued to suck me off fairly
regularly for the next four years, until I graduated from
high school and left for college.)
For a long time I thought it was a control and power
issue... someone swallowing your cum was, in a very real
way, very nearly the ultimate act of willing submission,
and I thought that's why it gave me (and most other men)
so much pleasure. Now, though, I think there is also a
large element of acceptance and validation in the act...
when someone swallows your sperm, it's perhaps one of the
most affirming things they can do for you.
Either way, there's an astonishing amount of pleasure in
the act of cumming in someone's mouth and feeling them
swallow it, in some cases, actually hearing them swallow
it, and I was so spoiled by my early experiences with
Todd, and my first few girlfriends, all of whom matter-
of-factly swallowed my sperm, that around the mid-80s,
when all of a sudden women en masse across America
apparently simply decided they were no longer going to
eat cum, I very nearly stopped dating entirely.
Having a woman suck you inconclusively is, to my mind,
utter bullshit; if someone is going to put their mouth on
my cock, as far as I'm concerned, they're gonna eat a
load. Unfortunately, throughout the late '80s and '90s,
mainstream American female-dom seemed to disagree with
me, and I didn't get laid a whole lot in the last decade
and a half of the 20th Century... and when I did, the sex
was generally pretty boring.
I bring up all this, at this point in the story, with
beautiful blonde married Joanie kneeling in my bathtub
desperately gulping and gulping and gulping as I pissed
in her mouth (my first time ever pissing in someone's
mouth, although I'd fantasized about it often) because I
discovered at that moment that the sensation of pissing
in someone's mouth, and having them swallow it, or their
best. Poor Joanie couldn't keep up and despite her
frantic efforts she had a pale golden stream flowing down
over her chin, coursing down her neck, spilling over her
big, full, sexy breasts, and splashing off her crinkled
up, hard nubbined, reddish brown nipples into the tub and
pooling around her knees, even as she knelt there
slurping away.
It was much the same as the sensation of cumming in
someone's mouth and having them swallow... except in some
ways it's not as intense, because there's no orgasm
involved. But in other ways it's even better because it
lasts longer. And if anything, it's even more submissive
than someone swallowing your sperm. And it's certainly
nastier, and nastiness, as any pervert knows, has a
thrill all its own.
Joanie closed her eyes tightly for the first thirty
seconds or so, but then they fluttered open again as she
leaned into me somewhat, taking my soft cock a bit more
deeply into her tightly clamped lips, locking her big
blue eyes on mine resolutely and unblinkingly for the
remainder of the experience. It was an astonishingly
pleasurable experience, at least; for me. I could see
that owning a slave was going to be a great deal of fun,
and the fact that my particular slave happened to be one
of the most beautiful women in the entire urban region,
if not the State, or the Atlantic seaboard, simply made
it even better.
I pissed in her mouth for probably over a minute; a long,
satisfying drawn out act, and doubtless the most
pleasurable feat of urination I'd ever experienced in my
40 years. Joanie stayed right with me all the way through
it. Her upturned face cradled between my hands, her
bright sparkling blue eyes locked on mine, lips flexing
from time to time and tongue rubbing along the underside
of my soft cock as I emptied my bladder into her mouth.
When my stream finally tapered off and then ceased, she
didn't immediately expel my dick from her mouth and gasp
in revulsion, as Todd had done nearly 30 years before
after eating my load of cum; instead, she kept my soft
cock in her mouth and suckled at it, much as she'd done
after blowing me, swirling her tongue around and nursing
at it to get the final few drops off piss out. Here was a
woman to keep handcuffed to you at all times in case of a
sudden need to take a pee, I could see! If I made her my
full time slave I'd never have to use a public urinal
again!
Finally, after carefully nursing the last few drops out
of my cock, she let her lips relax and straightened up in
the tub, staring up at me through her hair, as several
blonde strands had fallen over her eyes. I smoothed them
back for her and she sighed and pressed her head against
my hand.
"Oh my fucking GOD," she gasped, her pink tongue tip
running quickly around her parted lips as she continued
to look up at me, "I swear to GOD, if anyone had ever
told me I'd be doin' that I'd have thought they were
crazy. Holy SHIT. I wouldn't a'done that for any guy I
ever fucked before this."
She smacked her lips together a few times, then looked
down at the gleaming wet streak running down the front of
her body and the yellow pool slowly draining out of the
tub from around her knees and bent lower legs.
"Damnnnnn," she murmured, drawing out the word. She
looked up at me and smiled.
"Okay. I'm officially a fucking whore now. You may as
well tie me to a lawn chair outside and let guys fuck me
for ten bucks a throw." Her eyes were alight and alive,
dancing with real pleasure as she said it. "Um. Are you
gonna make me do that a lot?"
"Whenever we're together," I assured her, "if I have to
piss, you have to drink it."
She closed her eyes, letting her head sag back on her
neck, and sighed. "Fuck," she said, her voice marveling.
"Joanie Smith, piss drinking slut. Wouldn't my hubby and
my daddy shit their pants if they knew that." (She used
her real name, which I'm not telling you; she's mine,
dammit.)
"Joanie Smith, piss drinking slut, needs a quick shower,"
I told her, "and then she can get her sexy little bod
into my bedroom to get her pussy and ass creamed before
she needs to leave."
Since her hands were still tied behind her, she couldn't
shower on her own, though, so I helped her to her feet
grabbing the hair on top of her head and pulling her up;
not necessarily to be mean. Although I enjoyed knowing I
could be as mean as I wanted with her and she couldn't do
a goddam thing about it, but because if I'd leaned down
and grabbed her under the arms to help her up. It would
have been awkward and she might have slipped, but when
you yank someone up from their knees by the hair, they
practically levitate to their feet... (It's amazing; tie
your little brother or sister's hands behind them
sometime, put them on their knees, and try it yourself)
I turned the shower on and held her firmly under it (it
starts cold; she yelped and shrieked until it warmed up)
stepping in myself once it heated up (I didn't note it in
the narrative, but I undressed after I got her into my
apartment, before logging onto the 'net and editing her
Yahoo briefcase... remember, she was sucking my cock
under the desk; I was naked for that and since).
I scrubbed her down good, enjoying myself (and her)
immensely, moving her around like a big doll (she loved
that; I was very careful, since she couldn't balance well
with her hands tied), liking the way she'd flinch away
from me when I rubbed the washcloth over one of her new
bruises, and then look up at me worshipfully, finally
turning the water off when it went lukewarm (fairly
quickly, my apartment has a small water heater).
I helped her out and she looked up at me plaintively, her
lip swollen and new bruises already purpling up on her
stomach, upper arms, thighs, and tit, gazing up at me
adoringly, looking so utterly helpless and submissive I
was filled with a nearly irresistible urge to push her up
against the wall and beat her again, continuing to beat
her until she fell over unconscious with that same
worshipful look on her face... but I resisted it, simply
leaning down to kiss her deeply instead.
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues met, and she
tasted like my piss, and more faintly, of my cum and my
cock, but I actually enjoyed that. After the kiss, she
huddled against me, her face turned sideways and burrowed
into my chest as I wrapped a big fuzzy towel around both
of us.
"God, I could get so used to this," she murmured,
nuzzling into me, rubbing herself against me. "Bein' all
tied and helpless, you holdin' me, tastin' your tongue in
my mouth, my tummy all warm and full of your piss and
your cum, achin' from where my master..." She
shuddered... "my OWNER... hit me... about to get fucked
in my ass..." She closed her eyes and moaned and shivered
against me as I toweled her off.
"Not bein' able to say no, knowin' you can do anything
you want with me... knowin' I'll do anything you tell me
to do, 'r if I don't, you'll force me to do it anyway and
I can't do ANYthing about it..."
She trembled against me again. "God... god... I fuckin'
LOVE this!" She looked up at me. "I don' wanna go home,
daddy-master. Keep me here all night. Fuck me all
night... beat me up more... rape me... make me drink more
piss... God!"
I looked down at her and trailed my fingers down her arm,
over her elbow to her ribs, down her flanks, across her
thigh to her fuzzy, brownish blond thatched cunt. "Baby
needs her pussy shaved," I told her. "First thing you do,
when I untie you." She groaned and nodded, then moaned as
my fingers found her clit. "What kind of birth control
are you using, precious?"
"Nmmmm," she said, throatily, head down, purring as I
fingered her, "I don'... don' use nothin', daddy... loved
bein' pregnant... wanna be pregnant again... but my hubby
wears a rubber when we fuck 'cuz he says one baby is
enough for now... awwwwww..." She hunched over, leaning
into me harder as I pinched her clit and rolled it
between finger and thumb. "Wanna have 'nother baby,
tho'... love babies..."
"Well," I said, leaning down to kiss her ear, "we'll have
to see what we can do to get little Joanie knocked up
again. After I rape your ass, I mean."
"Nnnnggg," she said, and I leaned down and scooped her up
into my arms. It wasn't easy; Joanie is a helluva shapely
package, but there's some meat on her bones and she isn't
exactly petite. Her hands pulled back and tied behind her
back didn't help, either, although I finally got my arm
under her tied wrists and up under her shoulders and that
worked. She groaned as I carried her into the bedroom and
set her onto her knees on my bed.
I moved her around so her back and her amazingly sexy ass
were to me, then pushed her head into my mattress, my
hand on her neck, so she went down flat on her shoulders,
her sexy tits flattening against the comforter, her big
broad taut buttcheeks up in the air and pointed at me.
She groaned as I forced her face into my cheap artificial
fill comforter, turning her head to keep her nose and
mouth clear, and saying "Dah daddeeeeeee... if you knock
me up, hubby's gonna knowwwwww someone's fuckin' me..."
She said it in an almost sing song way, eyes open and
looking back up at me mischievously.
"Rubbers aren't always effective," I told her. "Anyway,
I'm not sure how long I can take this 'going back to your
husband' crap; I may have to have you dump him sooner
than I'd planned."
My cock was very hard; I moved closer to her ass and
began rubbing it up and down in the furrow between her
cheeks. Normally I'd have a lover in that position reach
back and pull her cheeks apart for me, but with Joanie's
hands tied, that wasn't an option.
"Mmmmm daddeeeeeee," Joanie moaned, as I rubbed my cock
up and down in the crack of her sexy ass, "I'd love that,
but pleasssssse... I wanna keep my little boy, an' if I
get caught cheatin'..."
Her cunt was way more than damp by now, it was positively
soaking wet; just what I needed. I shoved my cock up it
in one smooth, easy stroke, and she groaned. "Unh GOD,
Daddy, that's good," she grunted, "yeah, FUCK your little
slut..."
"You'll have to catch your hubby cheating first," I told
her, hands on her hips, my own hips fully flattened to
her asscheeks as I kept my cock completely buried in her
hot tight wet pussy. "You must have a friend you can set
him up with without him knowing it... some little cock
whore like you who'd jump at the chance to bang a married
man..."
"Nnnnh," she moaned. "My li'l sister would screw him in a
heartbeat, she's wanted to jump him since we started
dating... he likes her, too... I could find a way to put
'em alone in a room together for a while, I guess..."
"With someone hiding and taking pictures," I said. "Get
you a nice divorce settlement and full custody of your
little boy, and no one even has to know you're a piss
drinking cum slut who's carrying her master's baby... not
to mention a full set of bruises from his fists..." I
started slowly pumping my cock in and out of her pussy as
I said all that.
She writhed under me. "Mmm ohhhh yeah," she said, and I
felt her cunt clamp down on my cock for a long squeezing
couple of seconds, then relax again to its more normal,
only pleasantly tight grip, "mmmm yeah, I can set that
up... get Lisa over to our place to babysit sometime on a
night my hubby isn't s'posed to work late... not tell him
she'll be there... c'n always say afterward I got his
schedule confused... nnnnnaAAAAAHHhhhhh..." She clamped
her twat down on my cock again as I fucked it up into her
once more, sliding easily in her hot wet channel now.
"Is there a place to hide with a camera?" I asked her,
hands on her asscheeks pulling them apart, working my
thumb up into her tight puckered anus as I kept my cock
fully buried in her cunt.
"Yeah," she moaned, wiggling her ass as I forced my thumb
up into it, pushing back against me, "ahhhh that's good,
yeah, fill both my holes, mmmmm that's so good baby,
yeah, I can go out the front door, come back around the
house and stay at the window... there's windows in all
the rooms, soooo... oohhh...."
This last as I got my thumb all the way up her ass and
started to twist it back and forth through an arc, first
one way, then the other. "Oh, god, daddy, shoot in me,
gimme your cum, knock your little babygirl up..."
"Not yet," I told her. "I'm just getting wet." I kept my
cock fully shoved into her pussy as I continued to loosen
her asshole with my thumb, then pulled back, sliding my
cock out of her in one easy backward stroke. My shaft
gleamed in the light from my bedside lamp with her pussy
juices. I held her right cheek pushed back with my right
hand, the thumb of which was buried in her asshole, and
reached down to guide my cunt-slick cockhead to her anus
with my left hand. As I nudged the head of my dick up, I
slowly pulled my thumb out, doing my best to work my
cocktip in as my thumb slid out. Joanie moaned gutturally
into my comforter as I did it and her legs quivered.
"Oh YEAH," she said, her voice coming from deep in her
throat, "oh yeah, that's it, stuff that thing up my ass,
daddy, that's where it belongs, oh YEAH..."
As I pulled the tip of my thumb out, I stuffed the plum
sized head of my cock in; it popped in past her open
sphincter before the little eye could wink closed again,
and Joanie made a gurgling sound. "Nnnggggg YEAHhhhh," my
sexy little piece of property sighed, "FUCK that ass,
daddy, that ass is YOURS, fuck it GOOD, oh GOD..."
With the head in, I grabbed her hips in both hands and
shoved my own hips forward; the shaft of my cock, slick
and slippery from her pussy juice, slid slowly up into
the hot, velvety smooth grip of her vice tight asshole.
"NnnggggHHHHggggHHHHH," Joanie groaned as I sloooooowly
buried my cock in her amazingly hot, awesomely tight
little rectum.
With my cock fully buried in her tightly gripping
asshole, I reached down, wrapped my fingers in her heavy,
sexy blonde hair, and yanked her head back hard on her
taut, straining neck, using her hair like reins.
"AhhhAAHHHHHH," she half screamed, panting and scrabbling
with her knees on the bed to keep from being dragged
back. "Ohhhh FUCK daddy oh... FUCK HURT ME GODDAM YOU
HURT ME! Joanie was turning into quite a little pain slut
for me.
I wanted badly to slap her face but even with her head
craned back the position was too awkward; I settled for
smacking her hard, with a crack like a gunshot, with my
palm on the middle of her back. Looking over, I could see
one of my belts looped over my desk chair only a few feet
away; I growled and grabbed it and with my cock still
buried to the hilt in her tight slut asshole, started
lashing her shoulders in the narrow triangle in between
her bound back arms with the doubled up belt.
Getting into the rhythm, I started pumping my dick in and
out of her asshole in time to my belt strokes across her
shoulder blades. Joanie had her face buried in my
comforter and was clearly letting herself go completely,
screaming her head off as I lashed and fucked her,
letting the blanket and mattress absorb most of the
sound. The effect was amazingly erotic; within no more
than a dozen strokes, as her upper back slowly became
livid with red stripes and she continued to howl into the
mattress, I felt myself coming to a peak, and within two
minutes of starting to sodomize Joanie I growled and blew
another big load up her anus.
Then I pulled out of her tight, now spunk filled asshole
with a groan, and yanked on her hair to bring her head
around. She was sobbing into the mattress, but her head
came up and around immediately, and without me even
having to tell her, she hunched over to the edge of the
mattress and starting slobbering all over my sticky,
funky cock, which was streaked and clotted with sperm,
cunt juice, and a few minor but unmistakable streaks of
shit, too. Finding too trying to lick it off too
frustrating without a hand to hold my dick still in, she
moaned in exasperation and slipped her parted lips over
the head, sliding her hot mouth, tongue swiping
frantically along the underside of my cock, all the way
down the length in one fast, smooth gulp.
"Nmmmmmmm," she crooned around my cock, sucking and
slurping and swirling her tongue around it, making little
gulping sounds as she swallowed whatever her tongue
licked off and went back for more. She bobbed her head a
few times, slowly, sucking my cock clean on the
backstroke with her soft, firm, tight lips, moaning
around it as she pumped. Finally, with a breathless gasp,
she brought her head up again, flicking her sweaty hair
back out of her eyes with a quick, snapping movement and
looking up at me pleadingly. "God that's fuckin' nasty,"
she said, licking her lips. "First time I ever ate my own
shit, too... gawddddddd..."
I slapped her face hard and she fell over on her side and
writhed there for a moment, groaning and sobbing, tears
tracking down her face. Then she rolled over on her back,
gave a little prolonged yelp of pain (rolling onto her
bound hands couldn't have felt good, and I'm sure her
whipped, welted up shoulder blades didn't enjoy it
either) and pulled her legs up and apart, bending them,
stretching them as wide apart as possible. "Fuck me,
daddy," she begged me. "Fuck your little girl. Mmmm knock
me up, daddy... rape a baby into me, you awful woman-
beating prick, you... GOD! FUCK - THIS - WHORE - DADDY!!"
I smiled down at her. "Tell me what you are, baby," I
said, putting one knee on the bed between her pulled up,
bent, wide spread legs and dropping my hands to her inner
thighs, to pull her closer to me.
"I'm your FUCK, daddy," she hissed, whipping her head
back and forth, flailing her sweaty hair across her eyes.
"You BEAT me. You RAPE me. You WHIP MY ASS! You tie me UP
and PISS on me. You BREED me... oh GOD, daddy, FUCK ME!!"
My cock was still hard, so all I had to do was reach
down, line up, and shove myself forward while hauling her
pelvis towards me with my other hand, and there I was,
buried to the balls in her tight wet cunt again.
"ffffffUCKKKKKKK," she groaned obscenely, "yeah, daddy,
that's IT, fuck your FUCK, fuck me, gimme that cum, make
me a baby oohhhhhh gawwwdddddd NOW NOW NOW..."
Having cum twice, I knew I wasn't going to cum again real
quick, even though I was more turned on than I'd ever
been at any previous time in my life. I began slowly
screwing her as she writhed on the bed and squeezed my
pumping cock with her amazing pussy. I started slapping
her face and her tits in time with my strokes in and out
of her, and she moaned and arched her back to give me
better access.
I reached down and began rubbing her clit as I fucked
her, and if anything, she got even wilder, rolling back
and forth on the bed and grunting and starting to breathe
like a bellows working in a blacksmith's. "Unnnhhh NNHHHH
unnnh NHHH unnnnhhhhh NHHHHH unn NH," she groaned, and I
was gasping right along with her as I slapped her face
and her boobs forehand and backhand while I balled her.
I rode her for ten minutes, slow and steady, but then I
stopped hitting her, grabbed her by the hips, and started
seriously fucking her, driving my cock in and out of her
in a steadily increasing rhythm that started my bed
creaking underneath us. "Nnnnn NNNNN nnnn NNNNNN," Joanie
moaned as I fucked her faster and faster, and finally, as
I groaned and shot my third load of the night up her
tight married cunt, she arched her back and came hard
with me, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise.
Afterwards, my cock half soft but still inside her, I
rolled us both onto our sides and pulled her up to me,
kissing her mouth and holding her close. She sighed and
kissed me back, wrapping her upper legs over my hip and
pulling herself even closer. I reached around and started
to untie her and she groaned "No, daddy, don't you DARE
untie me, I love being tied up for you".
I took her hair in my other hand and gave her head a
good, quick, brutal jerk. "Shut the fuck up, cunt," I
growled. "You'll be tied or untied, fucked or unfucked,
beaten or unbeaten, at my pleasure, and what you love or
need or want doesn't mean shit."
She sobbed and said "Yes, daddy, I'm sorry, yes, untie
me, do what you want, sorry, sorry..."
I got the knot loose and she immediately pulled her hands
around (clumsily, her arms had been bent back for quite a
while) and slid her arms around my neck and kissed me
ferociously, her tongue pushing into my mouth hard, her
moaning in her need to please me as she kissed me. "Mmmm
daddy," she murmured, in between long tongue swirling
kisses, "daddy, daddy, love you, daddy, oh daddy, I'm
yours, I'm all yours...."
I let her kiss me, nibbling and sucking on her tongue,
then running my tongue over her lips as she sighed
happily. "I love you to, Joanie," I told her, "even if
you are the most disgusting little whore I've ever seen.
Jesus Christ you're a nasty slut, girl."
"I am," she said, sounding very happy. "I'm soooo nasty.
I thought I was nasty when I was fucking a nigger..." She
stopped and looked up at me apprehensively, not knowing
how I'd respond to the forbidden 'n' word (Joanie and I
both being white liberals, we're not supposed to even
THINK 'nigger', much less ever say it out loud).
"That's okay, baby," I said, "not in public, of course,
but when we're alone and you want to talk about your
previous master, you say nigger all you want. I know you
want to." It's something that those who are into the
fetish never openly acknowledge, but the whole reason
submissive, trashy white sluts fuck black guys in the
first place is because their own ground in, unavoidable,
near unconscious racism makes it seem degrading and
humiliating; they may let them write '4 blacks only' on
their asscheeks, but what they all secretly crave is to
have '4 NIGGERS only' written there instead, to add the
final little touch of degradation they need.
She sighed happily and pulled herself closer to me,
burying her face in my neck. "Thought I was nasty fuckin'
and suckin' a nigger," she said, "doin' whatever he said,
even lickin' his nasty nigger ASS..." She nibbled and
kissed my neck, "but goddam, daddy, nobody ever used me
the way you did."
"You're a racist little whore," I told her, chuckling, my
fingers slipping down to her asshole and probing around
there, feeling my cum seeping out.
"Mmmm yes, daddy," she said, happily. "I'm a slut and a
piss drinker and I'm your little blonde fuck and a racist
cunt and nigger's white meat and you should beat me,
daddy. And rape me. And piss on me. And knock me up,
'cept I'm pretty sure you just did, dadddddddyyyyyy..."
I pushed two fingers up her sticky asshole and she
gurgled happily. "Ohhh, that's sore, daddy," she said,
with a little yipping sound.
"Want me to take them out?" I said, pushing them in
further and stirring them around.
"Fuck no," she groaned, "push em in deeper, hurt me more.
Oh, God, daddy, c'n I bring my little boy over from now
on? I wanted to bring him tonight but... but I didn't
know who you were, and..."
"Sure," I said, burying both fingers all the way to the
end in her ass now, then spreading them apart as she
moaned. "If you want him to see his mom used as a
subhuman fuck hole, cum dump, and beating slut, sure."
"Gawddd," she groaned, "I do, I want him to see that, I
want him to know, from as early as he can remember, what
a fucking worthless piece of human shit his mother really
is... I want him to know what women are for, daddy, I
want him to see you rape me and beat me and learn how
from you..."
"You want to fuck him," I teased her. "You want to suck
his tiny dick and take it up your ass when he's big
enough."
"Gawddddd," she moaned again, writhing around my fingers,
"I do already, I mean, I do suck his tiny li'l thing when
we're alone an' rub it with my tongue, he likes it,
too.... Mmmmmm..."
"Who the hell wouldn't?" I asked her, and then, suddenly
rolling over, I shoved her away from and off the bed, so
she fell on the floor with a thump. "Get dressed, you
whore. You have to go back to hubby. You spent the last
three hours fucking and sucking some guy you don't even
know... letting him beat you, begging him for sex and
pain, drinking his piss... and now you have to go back to
hubby, all bruised up, with a stranger's cum in all your
holes, still tasting his piss in the back of your throat,
probably pregnant... you are a fucking tramp, Joanie."
She got up on her hands and knees, looking at me with big
eyes. Then said, in a very small, little girl's voice,
"Yes, daddy." She sobbed for a second, and then said,
just as quietly, "dah daddy, muh my clothes are uh
outside..."
I sighed. I considered making her walk back out naked and
get dressed by the car... but it was cold, and while I
enjoyed playing, I didn't really want to be THAT mean to
her, she was an amazing piece of ass. "Come here," I told
her, and held out my hand.
She sniffled and crawled over and rubbed her head up
against my hand. "I'm disgusting, Daddy," she said,
crying. "I'm a horrible little slut..."
"No, baby," I said, kissing the crown of her head gently,
"you're a fantastic, brilliant, gorgeous, amazingly hot
little slut. Now get in bed and snuggle under the covers
while I go out and get your bikini."
She immediately swarmed into bed with me and let me tuck
her in under the covers we'd somewhat mussed with our
long sex session. Looking up at me with her big eyes, she
said "Um... sir... I'll wear the bikini if you want, or
go home naked... or stay here... whatever... but I did
bring an outfit with me to change into, so my hubby
wouldn't know..."
I laughed at her. "You're too goddam smart for me,
Joanie," I said, and she looked smug. "What the hell are
you doing letting a lame bastard like me beat you and
rape you, you silly little bitch?"
She looked up at me and said, quietly, "You are not a
lame bastard, sir, you are my master, and my owner, and
my daddy, and I love you very very much, and you will own
me until the day I die, and I am going to have your
child, and as many more as you want to give me, sir."
Then she smiled wickedly. "Also, you do have those
pictures, so I have no choice... I have to do whatever
you say." She closed her eyes and gave a little wriggle.
"No choice, no choice, no choice," she said in a little
girl's sing song cadence, "Joanie has no choice, Joanie
has to do what her master sayyyyyyssss..."
I smiled. "Then stay in bed, little slut," I said, "and
wait for me."
I went out to the car, which she'd left unlocked, took
her keys out, unlocked the trunk, and found the grocery
bag she'd stashed jeans, a tie-dyed t-shirt, a red hooded
sweatshirt that said FSU on it in big, peeling black
letters, ivory silk panties with lacey edges and a
matching bra, and a balled up pair of sweatsocks in. I
took it out, slammed the trunk closed, locked the car up
with a click on the remote, and carried the bag back
inside.
She looked up at me from the depths of the bed, covers
pulled up around her like she was a little girl, only her
nose and her big blue eyes and a frowzy tuft of blond
hair showing. "Hi, daddy," she said, softly, as I came
in.
I sat on the bed next to her and put the grocery bag down
on the bedside table. She glanced at it, then looked back
at me.
"So," I said, "exactly what do you think will happen if
you call your husband up and tell him you're not coming
home tonight...?"
Her eyes got very wide...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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