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Subject: Story: Dinner Date
Date: 5 Jul 1997 01:05:27 GMT
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If you are under 18...move on please...graphic sex ahead....If you are
over 18, enjoy...I hope.


The Dinner Date



	She walked up to the front door to ring the doorbell but was
surprised to see a note taped to the door. “Come on in, I’m in the
shower”, it read.  So she pushed the door open with a trace of impatience.
 She had rushed home from work to shower and change so they could go out
to dinner.  She wasn’t quite sure what the evening would hold, so she took
the precaution of shaving her legs silky smooth...just in case.  She had
put her long hair up,which had saved time, plus, he liked it that
way...the better to nibble on her neck, she had giggled to herself.  And
shetossed on a sleeveless casual dress that came to right above her knees
and matching sandals.  All that rushing, and hewasn’t even showered yet,
she thought
.
	She put her purse down by the door and went over to the sofa,
where she sat down and idly began flippingthrough the TV channels.  News,
sitcom reruns, cartoons...nothing appealed, which worsened her mood.

	After about 10 minutes, she heard the bathroom door open and she
called out to him, “Hi, I’m here.  You know, I thought it was the woman
who was supposed to be late all of the time.”  She was a little startled
to hear the
note of annoyance in her voice; she hadn’t meant for that to slip out.

	There was no reply, but she could hear him walking around, closet
doors opening and closing, drawers being pulled out and pushed back in. 
Finally there was a silence.  “Thank God, he’s finally ready,” she
thought, as she prepared the fake smile to mask her irritation.  

	“Could you come in here a second?” he called, “I need your help
with something.”

	She sighed and walked down the hallway into the bedroom.  She
walked through the doorway and squealed when hands grabbed her from
behind.  “So, my little slut is impatient tonight, hmm?” he asked in her
ear.  “I know you can’t be upset with me, can you, my pet?”  His calm tone
echoed in her ear as he pulled her back against him.

	“N, n, no, of course not,” she stuttered, not frightened, but
definitely caught off guard.

	“No, of course not, what?” he queried.

	“No, of course not, sir,” she replied with the slightest hint of
amusement and sarcasm in her voice.  She  knew the game now and she was
more than happy to play along.

	One of his hands wrapped itself around her neck while the other
cupped her breast firmly.  She gasped as he pinched her nipple sharply. 
“That is for your little comment about being late;” he told her, his
breath wafting across her ear, sending shudders down her spine.  He bit
her earlobe, hard, causing her to exclaim in pain.  “And that is for
forgetting the proper way to address me.”

	“I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled, feeling his hard cock against her
ass and wondering how long he would make her wait before he drove it into
her willing body.  She could feel her pussy moistening already and knew it
would be a long night.

	“And as for your punishment for your sarcasm...Get on the
bed...hands and knees...face the wall.  NOW!” he barked as he pushed her
forward.  “I do NOT ever expect to hear that tone of voice when you speak
to me again. You will respect me, do you understand?”

	She practically ran the few steps to the bed.  She assumed the
proper position, on her hands and knees, legs spread about a foot apart. 
She turned her head to look at him.

	“Eyes front...you are not to look at me.  You don’t deserve it,”
he told her.

	He approached the bed and flipped the back of her dress up to
reveal her naked pussy and ass to his eyes. “You are such a slut, my
dear...no panties?” he clucked.  “You want to be fucked rather badly
tonight, eh?”  He ran his hand across her ass and down the crease to her
cunt.  “Already wet?  You know, you begin to bore me, slut.  You are
always ready for a good hard cock, aren’t you?”

	She shivered, but didn’t reply.

	SLAP!  He smacked her across her right asscheek.  “Answer me,
cunt!”  He spoke more loudly this time.  “I asked if you are always ready
for a good fucking.”

	“Yes, sir, I am,” she answered back.

	“And why is that?”

	“Because I am a slut, sir,” she responded.  She trembled and
arched her back as his finger brushed against her clit.  “You make me feel
so sleazy and slutty,” she continued.

	He slapped her other cheek, admiring the twin handprints on her
pale flesh.  “No, I don’t make you feel sleazy and slutty, you ARE sleazy
and slutty.  That’s what you live for, isn’t it?”  Not waiting for her
response, he rammed two fingers into her hot, dripping cunt.  “You live to
have me split you open like this.  You need it.  You crave it.  If you
could, you’d spend every day and night like this, wouldn’t you my dear?”

	She was silent, just enjoying the feel of his fingers inside her. 
They thrust back and forth and she moaned her growing excitement.  She
wasn’t a quiet lover by any means.

	“Shoulders on the bed,” he snapped, withdrawing his fingers from
her pussy.  “We haven’t started your punishment yet.  What shall it
be...the whip, the crop, the paddle?  All three?”

	She heard him walk across the room and the closet door open.  She
imagined the picture she presented, kneeling on the bed, ass high in the
air, still clothed from the waist up.  She could feel her juices on the
tops of her inner thighs.  The thought of her punishment just made her
hotter and she squirmed.

	“I did not tell you to move,” he spat out at her.  “Why must you
always be so disobedient?” he asked rhetorically.

	“Just part of my charm.” she answered with a hint of laughter in
her voice as she peeked around as him.  Her irrepressible sense of humor
couldn’t be kept down for long.  When she saw him catch her eye, she
quickly turned her head back to face the wall.

	He walked back over to the bed.  She was delicious, he admitted to
himself.  What a truly slutty picture she made, posed like she was.  And
he loved to laugh with her...she had the most contagious laughter he had
ever heard. 
However, he was the boss, and she had to remain aware of that fact.  He
sliced the riding crop through the air behind her and down onto the pillow
next to her head.  When she jumped, he smiled to himself.  She didn’t like
the crop very
much.  That was good; she was already hot enough, he needed to bring her
down.

	“You have such a problem keeping your mouth shut and eyes forward,
slave, that I think you need help. Straighten up on your knees only,” he
said.

	She knew what was coming next, and as she slowly straightened her
back, she began pleading.  “No, please, sir, not that.  I promise to be
quiet.  I swear I won’t look around again.”

	“Too late, my dear,” he remarked conversationally, “I’m tired of
hearing your remarks.  If you can’t behave on your own, then its my job to
make you behave.”  With that he reached around her neck and she groaned. 
She saw
the red ball gag that she hated so much, but she obediently opened her
mouth to receive it.  He forced her mouth
wide, stretching it wide to get the ball between her teeth and settled
properly.

	“Don’t move,” he cautioned her as she tossed her head, trying in
vain to make the gag a little more comfortable.  She ceased all movement,
remaining motionless as the world went dark and he blindfolded her as
well.
	
             His hands reached around and swiftly unbuttoned the front of
her dress, leaving her naked but for the black lace bra to support her
large breasts.  His fingers grabbed both nipples and twisted them harder
than she liked.  She moaned in pain and he said, “You’re right, the bra is
just in the way.”  He unfastened it and took it off of her, then reached
around again for her tits.

	“Only sluts have tits this big, don’t they?” he asked her.  “And
we both know that’s what you are.  Only sluts like having their nipples
pinched and look how hard yours are.  Oh, stupid me, you can’t look, can
you?  Well, we’ll have to fix it so you can feel how hard your nipples
are.”  He released her nipples and walked back across to the closet.  When
he returned, he knelt on the bed beside her, and took her left nipple into
his mouth and bit on it.  Hard enough to make her wince, but he could tell
she was turned on by it.  He laved it with his tongue and spit it out.

	She moaned when his mouth left her breast...she adored having her
nipples played with.  The she jerked as she felt the bite of the nipple
clamp as he attached it to her erect teat.  Just as he released the full
force of the clamp
he bit into her other nipple.  By this time her juices were running down
her legs.  He could see the slackness of her thighs and the wet spot
already on the bed beneath her.  “Such a slut,” he smiled to himself.  He
had never met a woman who could get so wet, so quickly.  She was truly
remarkable.

	He attached the other nipple clamp to her right tit and pulled on
the chain that connected the two.  He pulled hard, stretching her breasts
out until he heard her moans increase in volume and knew she felt real
pain.  “Can youfeel how huge your nipples are now, my pet?” he lazily
inquired.  She nodded at him, feeling how swollen they were.  It felt
painful yet pleasurable at the same time.

	He got off the bed again.  “Shoulders down,” he stated sternly, as
he began swishing the crop through the air.

	She obeyed, but quivered inside at the thought of the strokes of
the riding crop.  She hated it with a passion, only surpassed by her
horror of the cane.  “Why couldn’t he have decided on the paddle, or the
flogger,” she thought. Her nipples were throbbing, sending waves of
sensation through her body straight to her cunt.  She could feel her clit
pulsing with her need.  Even her fear of the crop couldn’t keep her sexual
hunger in check.

	CRACK!  The first stroke with the crop came across both cheeks of
her ass.  She jerked and quivered and moaned behind the gag.

	CRACK!  The second lash was about a centimeter below the first
one.  The tears began.  He was going to give her enough time to fully feel
the sting of the stroke before the next one.  She wished he would just do
it quickly, and get it over with, but it seemed that was not his plan.

	“Ahh, how lovely,” he thought.  The visual picture of her white
ass with two red welts rising quickly was balm to his soul.  He had
planned on 20 strokes with the crop and spaced them out so no two crossed
the same line on her ass.  He paused between each one, enjoying the
shuddering and shaking that rushed through her body with each line of fire
that raised a welt on her ass.  The moans she made were music to his ears,
increasing in volume with each crack of the crop.

	After about 10 strokes, (she lost count,), he reached around her
and yanked on the chain from the nipple clamps.  “How are you doing, my
dear?  Forget about those tits of yours yet?  We wouldn’t want that, would
we?”

	He picked up the crop again and ran it over her ass.  He stroked
her between her legs, loving the way she backed up to it, trying to fuck
the crop.  He ran his other hand over her ass, feeling the heat from her
welts.  He hadn’t really struck her very hard, just enough to raise the
welts that would probably be faded by the next morning.

	She was crazy with sensation now.  She could feel it all...her
nipples pulsating, the heat on her ass from the strokes of the crop, the
crop tickling her pussy lips, his hand soothing her behind with it
coolness, the tears on her face from the pain of the strokes.  She loved
it.  All of it.  She was a slut.  At least for him, and she couldn’t get
enough.  She moaned imploringly through the gag.

	She jerked again as she felt a cool liquid being dripped on her
hot ass.  It ran down the crack and his finger followed.  He massaged
around her asshole, ticking her there while the crop sawed back and forth
against her clit. The two feelings were making her feel like she was going
to explode any second, and her entire body was trembling. All of a sudden
it was too much and she went over the top into a body-shaking orgasm.  At
the moment that he felt her come, he plunged the butt plug up her ass,
enjoying the way her muscles clenched it and shook it with the force of
her orgasm.

	He couldn’t stand it anymore and gave in.  He pulled off his
shorts and rammed into her boiling cunt.  The heat from her ass was
burning against his abdomen, and he could feel the butt plug through the
membrane inside her. 
He fucked her hard, pulling out and slamming deep inside her.  Every
fourth or fifth stroke he would pull the butt plug out and ram it into her
asshole in time with his cock.  He kept telling her that this was her
purpose in life.  “A fuck slut, aren’t you?” he asked.  “Love to be
double-fucked, don’t you?” he asked.  Everytime he said something
degrading he felt her cunt spasm around his prick.

	She couldn’t believe how good she felt.  The blindfold enhanced
all of the sensations and the gag forced her to keep it all inside.  She
thought she would die from the pleasure of the cock in her cunt and the
plug in the ass.  She felt so full of him.  She loved it.  Truly loved it.
 The pain from the crop only accentuated the pleasure of the fucking.  She
approached another orgasm quickly.  She was so hot from the clamping and
the cropping that it didn’t take much.  After about three minutes she
exploded again.  She thought she could see stars behind her blindfold, she
came so hard.

	He kept pounding away at her cunt and ass.  “You know you want to
come again, don’t you slut?  You are mine, to do with as I want.   I will
make you come on command for me.  I will make you beg for more...”  on and
on he went, as he kept slamming into her.  He pulled the butt plug out of
her ass and before it winked closed he thrust his prick up her tight
asshole.

	“You like being fucked up the ass.  You love to have me split you
wide like this.  You are MY slut.  You are MY slave.  Mine to do whatever
I want with, aren’t you?”  He continued on, his words just making her
hotter.  She loved the feeling of being owned.  She felt complete in his
possession of her.  And his cock felt incredible up her ass. She didn’t
care for anal sex all of the time, but when she was really worked up she
adored the feeling of it.  

	She arched her back even more, rubbing her clamped tits across the
bed and whimpering in mixed pain and pleasure.  He reached underneath her
and ran his fingers across her engorged clit.  That was all it took.  She
shuddered into another climax, feeling her sphincter clamp onto his cock. 
That’s the feeling she craved, she thought.

	As her ass tightened around him he gave a loud cry and began to
come deep in her ass.  Four, five, six spurts of hot come flooded her
insides.  The feeling was incredible to him.  He could hear her moaning
softly and felt the aftershocks of her orgasm course through her body,
causing answering shudders in his.

	He slowly withdrew from her ass and collapsed on the bed next to
her.  She slumped down next to him and cuddled up to his body.  He removed
the blindfold from her eyes and the gag from her mouth, enjoying the dazed
look in her eyes as she looked at him.

	She licked her lips to remove the taste of the ball gag and smiled
a smile of perfect contentment at him. “Dinner can wait, I guess”, she
remarked .

	He smiled back at her and scratched his fingernails across the
welts on her ass, “I’m already sated, slut, aren’t you?” he answered.

	“For the moment”, she said with a lustful look in her eyes.

	“Such a slut”, he replied.  “My slut.”  She just nodded and ran
her hand over his chest.  She happily reflected that she has finally found
a man who understood her.