Missy stepped out of the shower and clicked on the radio. As she listened to The Animals belt out "House Of The Rising Sun", she stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. She ran the towel over her 17 year old body and her eyes froze on her newly shaven pubic mound. Her heart began to beat faster as she worried about what she had agreed to.

She had no idea what to expect. She was only a high school senior, for chrissakes. A virgin at that. She finished drying, slipped into her robe and went back to her bedroom. As she sat in front of her vanity mirror and ran the brush through her wet hair, Missy thought back to that night two weeks ago.

Rob had just been discharged from the Navy when she met him. At first, she didn't care much about him one way or the other, but as they continued to date, she grew fonder and fonder of him.

One night, when they were at the drive-in theater, it occurred to her that this is the boy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She had fallen head over heels in love with him.

Since that time, it had been harder and harder to resist his advances. Oh, they would pet. She would let him touch, even kiss, her breasts. At times she would even let his hand work its way into her panties. She had always been lucky enough to come to her senses and stop his groping before things got out of control. She was determined to deliver a virgin to him on their wedding night. It was the right and proper thing to do and his pleadings would do nothing to change her mind.

She realized that being older and spending 4 years in the Navy made him more experienced at such things, but the answer was the same. No sex until after they were married, period. It was her strong conviction to that credo that got her into this mess.

They had been watching a movie at the drive-in and Rob's petting was again getting a little out of hand. She stopped him just as he was beginning to slip a finger into her vagina. His persistent pleadings fell on deaf ears until finally he flew into a rage. "That's it!" Rob screamed. "I've had enough of this bullshit. You either don't give 2 shits about my feelings or you're frigid. I don't know which it is, but I'm not putting up with it any longer."

Rob started the car and screeched the tires as he raced out of the drive-in. Missy's attempt to reason with him only infuriated him more. As he dropped her off in front of her house, he just looked at her get out and made no attempt to patch things up.

"I'll call you tomorrow." Missy spat out as she turned to go up the walk.

"Don't bother." Rob yelled after her as he put the car in gear and sped off.

The next day Missy called Rob. She was sure he had cooled down and would listen to reason. She was wrong.

"I've been thinking, Missy" Rob began. "I think you're just frigid. I'm not going to ruin my life by marrying some frigid broad. You're gonna have to prove otherwise to me before I'll ever date you again. I'm sorry, babe. You know I love you, but we couldn't ever be happy if you are frigid."

This outburst caused Missy's blood to boil. She knew she wasn't frigid. She had wanted Rob to go further with his petting more than he could imagine. She longed for the day that she could feel his manhood inside her. It wasn't her fault that she had more self control than he.

She told him that. She told him she wouldn't do "it" until they were married. He would just have to take her word for it. If he didn't believe her, that was his problem and he'd have to find someone else to satisfy his "little boy needs". He replied he would do just that.

"You needn't bother to call me again until you're ready to prove yourself." Rob said just before he hung up the phone.

"You go to hell!" was Missy's reply into the dead telephone she held in her hand.

Missy recalled that a week went by before she called him and asked him to come back to her. After trying to explain her position on sex to him once again, she acquiesced and agreed she would let him do it to her once - just to prove she wasn't frigid. He just laughed and said that wouldn't prove anything other than she had a "pussy".

"I'll tell you what." Rob began. "If you want us to get back together, you agree to do whatever I tell you to do over a period of 30 days. If you can do that, I'll be more than happy to marry you. If not, don't bother calling again."

Missy wanted him to be more specific. What did he want her to do?

He began explaining bluntly that he wanted her to become his sex slave for one month. She would have to do whatever he wanted her to do, with whoever he told her to do it with and whenever he told her to do it. He made it clear that it would not be easy and she would probably find it impossible to carry out his orders, but it was the only way to prove her lack of inhibitions to him.

"FUCK YOU, ROB MARTIN" was Missy's reply before she slammed the receiver down.

Less than 24 hours later, she was on the phone again, asking Rob to meet her for a talk. He agreed to meet her at Sonny's Luncheonette only after explaining what would be expected of her if she truly wanted to get back together.

She shivered when he mentioned group sex and exhibitionism. She almost hung up the phone on him again, but thought better of it. She knew what the past two weeks were like. She was miserable. For some reason, she couldn't get Rob off her mind. Before calling him this time, she had made up her mind to do whatever he wanted, but she had not even remotely considered what he was now suggesting.

When she entered the crowded teen hang-out, she noticed many of her high school friends were there, playing the juke box and listening to Tommy James' "Hanky Panky".

She saw Rob sitting in a booth in the far corner and went over to take a seat opposite him. He took an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her, saying there was no use in talking about it, his mind had been made up. he told her to go home, read the letter and make up her mind. If she agreed, call him. If she did not agree to the terms, don't waste his time.

She had 3 days. After that, he wouldn't take her call whether she agreed to the terms or not. Three days to "prove her love for him" he said. He bent over and gave her a little peck on the cheek.

"Whatever you decide, remember I love you." Rob whispered in Missy's ear before turning and walking out the door.

When she got home and read the letter, she almost threw it away. Instead, she put it in her drawer under her sweaters. That was three days ago.

She took the letter out today so she would not forget to bring it with her when she met Rob. She started to read the single, typewritten sheet of paper lying before her. Across the top, handwritten in Rob's writing, it said "If you agree to this, sign it and call me." What followed was a neatly typewritten oath:

"I, Melissa Eldridge, agree to accept the terms and conditions, set forth below, for a period of 30 days.

I will willingly accept Rob Martin as my master. I will do whatever he orders me to do. I will think of nothing else other than pleasing him. I must remember that my pleasure will come in knowing that I please him. At no time shall I refuse to do any deed he requests me to do. I will put my wants and desires aside in order to satisfy his wants and desires. His wish will be my command. He is my master, I his slave.

I may break this agreement at any time. If I do break this agreement, I agree never to call, or attempt to contact, Rob Martin again.

Signed............................."

Shivers ran up her spine as she read. She remembered calling Rob and telling him she would agree to his terms. He was very explicit in telling her that all the terms were his - not hers.

He made the rules. She would have to live with his rules for the next 30 days. She would have to do whatever he wanted, whether she liked it or not. She sobbed her agreement again. He told her to be at his place this evening. He ordered her to be freshly bathed and to shave off her pubic hair. She should wear a dress, preferably one that would be easy to remove, and nothing else. No jewelry, no underwear, no bra, no makeup, no nothing.

She slipped the shift dress over her head and made a final adjustment to her hairdo. She walked over to the full length door mirror and looked at herself again. She could plainly see the imprint of her nipples straining against the dress. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to put a pair of sandals on her feet. She would remove them before she entered Rob's apartment.

With a deep sigh, she stuffed the agreement into her purse, turned the light off, said good-bye to her parents as she raced down the hall, and left. Once in the car, she felt the air blow up her dress and across her bare vagina. She had never experienced a feeling quite like that.

She tugged her dress up slightly and ran a finger across her now damp vagina. Though frightened about what may lie ahead, the mystery and intrigue of the dark tryst excited her. She had become very wet by the time she arrived at Rob's. She slid out of the car and walked to the apartment, taking a deep breath before kicking off her sandals and knocking on the door.

"Come in."

Missy swung open the door and apprehensively entered the small, one bedroom, apartment. Rob was seated in his recliner listening to records. He stared at her standing in the open doorway.

"Either come in or get out. Shut the door, Missy." Rob's eyes toured her body from head to bare feet.

Missy closed the door and turned back to face Rob. She felt strange. She knew her purpose for being here and, in a way, looked forward to it. But, somehow, she felt as though she was being raped this very minute.

Powerless. She saw Rob standing there with a smile on his face and knew he was in charge. She was there to do as he wished. She felt herself getting wet again and that puzzled her. Why would she get excited at the prospect of being used like a medieval concubine, she thought. She had no answer, but it was a fact that she was now becoming excited.

She began to walk towards Rob, her eyes never leaving his.

"Do you have the signed agreement?"

The businesslike tone of Rob's voice took her by surprise. She reached into her handbag and withdrew the piece of paper and handed it to him.

He took the agreement from her hand and unfolded it. Seeing her signature on the bottom, he folded it back up and pointed towards the cocktail table.

"Take your dress off and step up on the table so I can get a good look at you."

Missy hesitated. Her mouth opened as she was about to tell Rob to slow down, then closed when she thought better of it. Her hands found the hem of her shift and she lifted it over her head and tossed it across the arm of the sofa.

She walked to the table and stepped up on it. She had never been naked before a boy before and her shaking limbs and goose bumps betrayed her outward attempt to appear calm and collected.

She was too embarrassed to look directly at Rob and kept her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall directly in front of her. She was aware of Rob walking slowly around the table. The top of his head was level with her breasts and she sneaked a glance out the bottom of her eyes. Finally he sat down on the sofa in front of her.

"Very nice." He said in a low voice, as though appraising a new car in the showroom prior to making a decision to purchase. He leaned forward and put his hand between her knees.

Missy felt Rob's hand patting the inside of her knees. She spread her legs ever so slightly. Not enough. The patting continued, but with more force and faster. She spread them wider, and wider as the patting continued. Finally her feet were on opposite ends of the table and the patting stopped.

She felt his fingers begin lightly tracing up her thigh. She shivered involuntarily when the fingers reached the point where her legs came together and then ran over the lips of her vagina. They felt like feathers blowing in a calm breeze and dancing against her most tender of spots.

Her eyes closed and she began to sway back and forth as the fingers began to open her and move inwards. Suddenly, they stopped. She opened her eyes and observed Rob slouched back on the couch smiling at her. She blushed deeply. She knew in the back of her mind that Rob had saw her getting excited.

"Come here, Missy. Get down off that table and undress me."

She stepped down off the table and knelt in front of the sofa, her body between Rob's spread knees. Her hands went up and started to unbutton his shirt. She could not bring her eyes to look directly at his face. She focused them on her hands, on each button, on the bare flesh she was uncovering with each flick of her fingers.

When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, she reached up and pulled one arm free. Rob leaned forward to allow her to pull the shirt from his back.

As she reached behind him to finish taking his shirt off, she felt his lips on her breast. They were kissing her nipple, gently sucking each one, blowing softly across them, his tongue lightly circling each stiffening bud.

She was frozen, unable to move. Once again her eyes closed and her hips began to sway back and forth as she pressed her breasts against the welcome mouth. Once again the titillation ceased suddenly. Once again she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her.

"Continue."

She pulled the shirt free from the remaining arm and tossed it on the floor. She removed each shoe and tossed them aside. Her hands now moved to his waist and unbuckled the belt.

As she unbuttoned the waist button, she saw his penis straining against his jeans. She had never seen him, or any other boy, nude before. Her breathing quickened as she unzipped the fly, accidentally brushing against his manhood in the process. Her hands momentarily paused before returning to his waist.

She hooked one hand on each side of his pants and began to pull. Rob raised his hips and she tugged the jeans and cotton shorts off together, throwing them in a heap atop the shirt. She sat back on her haunches and stared at the stiff penis standing in front of her. "Missy, meet Georgie Boy. Georgie Boy, meet Missy." Rob joked. As if it were a separate entity acknowledging the introduction, the penis twitched up and down twice.

"Come up here. Sit on my lap."

Missy looked up at Rob's face and saw the impish grin spreading from ear to ear. She stood up and spread her legs as Rob closed his and straddled his lap.

She saw Rob lean forward and begin to kiss her breasts again. Again her eyes closed and she began to sway. She felt the tip of Rob's penis rubbing against her bare vagina and she cracked open her eyes to see Rob's hand wrapped tightly around Georgie, wiping the tip back and forth along her labia. She looked at Rob's face, her eyes pleading for relief.

She felt the weight of his free hand pushing her down against the throbbing penis poised beneath her. She felt her lips part as the penis began moving into her and the downward pressure on her shoulder forced her onto it. Both of Rob's hands were on her hips now. They guided her down further, until she felt the intruder below touch her hymen.

The hands lifted her hips up slightly before pushing her down again. With each stroke, she felt the hymen stretch further. The pumping began getting faster and more forceful. She felt Rob's hips rising to meet her as she pushed downward. She lost all sense of being as she pushed harder and harder.

Suddenly she felt it. The pain, mingled with pleasure, as the penis drove deep into her, past the ruptured hymen. She cried out but continued to pump in a frenzied manner. She felt the blood leave her head and felt as though she was going to faint. She heard herself moaning louder and louder. She heard Rob grunting. She felt his hands pulling her up and down harder and harder as his hips drove his tool deeper and deeper into her.

She was coming. She was sure of it. If felt as though she were dying and her soul was being lifted from her body and whisked away to heaven. She pumped harder and harder, throwing her head from side to side in her fury. Then it was over. Her bucking began to slow. She gasped for air and cried at the same time. When she opened her eyes, she saw Rob's face smiling at her.

"Not bad." He said, then added "considering."

Missy collapsed against him. Her breasts pushing against his chest, her lips against his.

"I love you." She whispered between kisses.

"We'll see how much very soon." He replied. He moved and pushed Missy upward off his hips. His soft penis fell out of her and she became aware of something trickling down her leg. "But for now, you had better go get yourself cleaned up."

She looked down at herself and saw a combination of sweat, blood and sperm dribbling down her leg. She jumped to her feet and ran to the bathroom to clean herself.

"There's a douche kit and mix in the linen closet. Use it!" Rob yelled after her.

Once inside the bathroom, Missy used a wash cloth and warm water to clean herself off. She stepped on the rim of the tub so that she might inspect her handy-work in the rather small medicine cabinet mirror mounted over the sink. A few more wipes and she was finished.

"Now," she thought, "time for the hard part."

She opened the linen closed and grabbed the douche kit off the shelf. Nervously, she opened the box and tore out the instruction sheet. She was ashamed to admit it, but she had never douched before. Many girls her age were douching on a regular basis, but then again, many of them weren't still virgins.

Satisfied that she knew how to do it, she mixed the powdered mix with the proper amount of warm water and stepped into the tub, lest she had read the instructions wrong. The nozzle felt large as it slid into her. While holding the bag high above her head with one hand she opened the clamp with the other.

The nozzle immediately slipped out of her and began to drain the bag's contents over the tub. She hurriedly grabbed the squirming nozzle and reinserted it. She felt the flow of water run up into her and then back out, down her leg.

"This is just not working out." She mumbled to herself.

Finally, she was through. She repackaged the douche apparatus away, cleaned herself off again and left the room.

"Get a warm wash cloth and clean me off." Rob said as she approached him. His words shot out as an order and she was a bit taken back by the stern tone in his voice. She had expected him to be kinder and loving after what she had just done for him. Without saying a word, she did an about face and returned to the bath room. She rinsed the wash cloth with warm water, wrung out the excess and returned to the living room where Rob was waiting.

Missy knelt between Rob's spread legs and began to wipe his genitals with the warm cloth. As she wiped, she saw it begin to stiffen again. For some unknown reason, she felt an urge to lean forward and kiss it. She didn't. She had never been this close to a penis in her life and had never so much as touched one before. Whatever came over her to want to kiss it was a mystery. When she was done wiping, she looked up at Rob to see what he wanted her to do next. Rob was, of course, smiling at her.

"Get back up on the table. Lie down on your stomach and spread your legs."

Missy did as she was told. She laid her head on the backs of her hands and closed her eyes as Rob began to explore her all over again. She felt his fingers working across the bottom of her feet and up the inside of her legs until they were once more at the center of her existence. She shivered. His finger entered her, this time it went in all the way.

The single finger was joined by another, then another. They worked slowly in and out of her vagina and she started to feel herself getting aroused once more. One finger left her vagina and she startled when she felt it touch her rear opening. Slowly it circled the puckered bud, spreading the juices it had collected from her vagina. As it circled, it would momentarily stop and exert pressure against the opening. Though stricken with fear, Missy moaned and began to force her pelvis into the hard table beneath her.

The finger became bolder and bolder until it found its way past the opening and started to enter the virgin territory. A gasp escaped Missy lips as the finger pushed into her rear and began rubbing against the fingers already inside her vagina. She sensed the weight of Rob's body on her as he leaned over her, his lips pursed at her ear. "Do you like it?" Rob Whispered.

"Yes." She heard herself whisper back.

"Do you like to have your ass played with?"

"Yes."

"Then say it. Say `I like your finger in my ass'".

"I ... I like your finger in my ... my ... ass."

"Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes."

"Then ask me nicely"

"Please fuck me again, Rob." Missy's voice was more a moan than a whisper by now.

She heard Rob's breathing get deeper as he continued to work his fingers. Suddenly, the fingers stopped and withdrew from inside her. She kept grinding her pelvis into the table, expecting to feel Rob's penis enter her at any moment.

"Open your eyes, missy." Rob continued to speak softly.

Missy opened her eyes slowly and was immediately struck with the sight of Rob's penis pointed directly at her face. Red and hard, it appeared to be looking at her.

"Touch it. Put your hand around it and play with it." Rob urged.

She extended her hand towards it, letting her fingers lightly brush its shaft in the same manner Rob's fingers had played with her thighs. Within moments, at Rob's direction, she had her hand wrapped around it and was stroking it gently. Her free hand was directed to Rob's scrotum and gently played with his balls. Her stroking became faster and faster as Rob starting pumping his pelvis at her.

Once again, she felt his finger enter her ass and begin working in and out. She was becoming excited once more and her excitement showed in her working of Rob's penis. Rob began to moan and she followed suit, unable to control her emotions. He came soon afterwards, shooting his sperm directly at her.

It landed on her cheek and began to run down her face towards her mouth. She felt it, but didn't care. At this moment, she only cared about the finger in her ass. She wanted him to work it faster and to put his other fingers back into her pussy. Her bucking became wilder and wilder until suddenly the finger withdrew completely.

"That's it for tonight. Get up and get dressed." The voice was loud, breaking the silence that shrouded the room as a jet breaks the silence of the forest it flies over. It startled Missy.

She continued to move her pelvis from side to side, hoping to bring the relief she so desperately sought. She pleaded with Rob not to stop - to please continue fingering her. When the fingering, and the relief, did not come, her mind slowly eased itself back to reality.

She lie there thinking about what had just happened. Feeling the sperm running over the corner of her mouth, she wiped her lips with her hand She became more and more embarrassed over her actions and found it hard to look directly at Rob.

"That should do it for tonight, babe. You can get dressed now. You did very well tonight. I'm proud of you"

Rob had reached out and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged back, her naked pelvis grinding against thigh. She wanted to plead with him to stop this game now. Surely he could see how much she loved him and that she wasn't frigid. She wanted to tell him to take her, right there and then. Instead, she just whispered "I love you" in his ear. He did the same to her before bending over and picking up her dress from the sofa.

She slipped the dress over her head, smoothed it out over her hips and stomach and grabbed her purse. She remembered her sandals and ran to the door to slip them on her feet. She returned to Rob and put her arms around his neck and pecked his cheek. He looked at her eyes for a moment then took her arms from around her neck and placed them at her sides. "That's enough for tonight, huh? I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Rob, we can't do this every night. For one thing, my parents won't allow me out every night."

"Hey, I've got to get my 30 days worth out of this. If you can't make it tomorrow, we'll just not count it as one of the 30 days."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm warning you, though, we can't do this every night. By the way, I was pretty good tonight, huh?"

"I said you were. Don't let it go to your head, though. This was a piece of cake compared to what I have in store for you. By the end of the thirty days, you will have experienced just about every form of sex known to man."

Missy just stared at him as he made this last remark. Her legs began to tremble and her arms shook. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but didn't. Instead, she blew him a kiss and went out the door.

On her drive home, Missy thought about what Rob had said tonight. She wasn't sure what to make of the events that took place or what was going to happen to her next. She noticed the cool night air playing with her naked vagina again and her hand moved between her legs to lay against it.

MISSY PART TWO

The drive to Rob's seemed to take longer than ever before. Missy had thought that it would be easier now that the initial visit had taken place. She was wrong. It was worse - much worse. She was nervous about seeing him again after last night and the things she had done. More embarrassed that nervous, she thought. How could she face him after what she allowed him to do to her.

She told herself not to worry. She did it once, it couldn't be much more difficult than it was then. She pulled up in front of the apartment and parked the car. She walked rather briskly up to the door lest any of Rob's neighbors see her in the short mini dress she had on.

After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. Rob yelled out for her to come in and she opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind her. Missy entered Rob's apartment and was immediately taken back by the presence of Bill Kruger, one of Rob's old Navy buddies, seated in the chair across from Rob. They had both been drinking beer and watching the TV. She looked at Rob. He must have noticed the surprised look on her face.

"C'mon in, Missy." Rob said as he got up to turn off the television. "You remember Bill, don't you?"

"Yes. How are you Bill?" Missy tried not to let her disappointment show. Why was he here? Of all nights for him to show up. She wished Rob would have told him that he was expecting company and perhaps they could get together another night. She smiled when he answered "OK" then looked back at Rob wondering what she should do next.

She suddenly became aware of her nakedness under her dress and wondered, as she approached the sofa, if Bill noticed it. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rob's voice.

"Remain standing, Missy." Rob's voice was stern and demanding.

She stood, fidgeting with her fingers while Rob finished his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table next to him.

"Remove your dress, Missy. You should know the routine by now."

Fear gripped her body. She struggled to find her voice. She looked first at Bill then back to Rob. She couldn't bring herself to do this in front of strangers.

"Did you hear me? I said `remove your dress'. Don't worry about Bill. He knows all about our agreement. Now either do as you're told, or leave. The choice is yours.

She looked at Rob once more, her eyes filling with tears. Her mind was running at full speed in an attempt to understand what was happening to her. Unconsciously, her hands reached for the hem of her dress.

Slowly, but without further hesitation, she began to pull the dress over her head. When it came free, she let it fall to the floor beside her bare feet. She was naked now. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. Her hands tried to cover her shaved pubic area.

She suddenly thought of Bill sitting behind her and she imagined him looking at her ass. There was nothing she could do. She stood there, blushing, waiting to be told what to do next.

"Very nice. Don't you agree, Bill" Rob's eyes never left her body as he spoke to his friend.

"Very nice, indeed." The voice behind her answered.

As she stood there, she felt as though she were a statue being evaluated by a pair of art critics. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and waited.

"Get Bill and I another beer from the fridge."

She paused for just a moment, afraid to move, afraid to stand there. Finally, she began to walk towards the kitchen. She took two beers from the refrigerator and carried them back into the living room. She put one down on the coffee table in front of Rob and turned to deliver the other to Bill.

As she walked towards him, she saw he was looking directly at her crotch. She held the cold can in front of her, hoping to hide herself from his view. It was no use. She knew he saw. She could see the lust in his eyes. When she handed him the can of beer, she noticed a small droplet of drool at the corner of his mouth. In disgust, she turned and walked back to Rob.

"Why don't you put some music on." Rob looked at her face as he talked, trying to see past her eyes into her thought of the moment. "I've got a new Supremes album in that stack over there, and pick something else you like."

Missy turned and walked across the room to the stereo. The records were stacked flat on a small table beside the record player. She bent at the waist to sift through the records. She was fully aware of the view she afforded the boys behind her. She began blushing at the thought of it. She jumped when she felt a hand sliding over her rump.

"What do you think, Bill? Doesn't she have a terrific ass?"

She regained her composure and continued to sift through the records, trying to act as though everything was normal. She heard Bill answer affirmatively and felt Rob's hands begin to knead her buttocks more vigorously, then slide into the crease and gently, but firmly, began to separate the cheeks. "Would you like to touch this great ass, Bill? I'm sure Missy wouldn't mind - would you, Missy?"

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She cleared her throat and was about to say "absolutely no way" when she heard her own voice, whisper.

"No, I don't mind"

She remained bent at the waist over the stack of records. She flipped through the albums, pausing at each one, as though she was reading every word on the cover. In reality, she was totally oblivious of any writing which may have been in front of her.

She was unaware of her surroundings - knew nothing of her reason for being there. She remained motionless as the two pairs of hands circled her buttocks and ran up and down her thighs. She would involuntarily lurch forward when one of the roving fingers would brush against her vagina or anus.

Her eyes finally closed and she began to sway gently back and forth. She could feel something strange happening to her. Her head was getting light and a weird, warm, feeling came over her. All at once she realized that the fingers had stopped and the hands had withdrawn. She opened her eyes and the sudden realization of where she was hit her and caused her to blush deeper. She continued to flip through the stack of records as though nothing had happened.

Finding the new Supremes album Rob had requested, she placed it on the turntable and pressed the button to begin the play cycle. She remained motionless, bent over, buttocks raised, on display. She thought about standing up and returning to Rob but couldn't bring her body to do what her mind told it to do.

"Come here, Missy."

Obediently, she stood up and walked over to stand in front of Rob. He had moved the coffee table to one side and sat back with his arms stretched across the back of the couch and his legs spread. She glanced at his crotch and noticed he was hard. Her eyes quickly returned to focus directly on Rob's face. He was smiling. A big grin covered his face from ear to ear. He knew, she thought. He knew I noticed his hard-on.

"Get down on your knees, between my legs here, and uncover my dick. I noticed you looking at it. Take it out and get a good look."

She dropped to her knees and began to undo the belt holding Rob's pants on. Her fingers nimbly undid the button and slid the zipper down to the bottom. She saw his penis bulging against the thin cotton boxer shorts. He lifted himself up and nodded to her. She hooked her fingers on both sides of the waistband and slowly tugged his pants, complete with shorts, over his buttocks, down his legs, and over his raised feet.

She stared at his erect member and saw it twitch, as if beckoning her closer. She heard him tell her to touch and examine it. She did. She held it gently and moved it up and down, side to side, while she examined every inch. Her free hand began to stroke the shaft and her fingertips played with the sack holding his testicles.

"Kiss it."

Rob's voice sounded less forceful now. It was more like a mild pleading. Missy leaned forward and kissed the tip. She felt Rob's hand on the back of her head apply a gentle pressure. Not a push, mind you, just a gentle pressure. Rob told her to lick it. Her tongue snaked from between her slightly parted lips and began to lick the head. She continued licking as Rob's hand guided her head down one side and up the other side of it, pausing for a short time at the base so that she would be able to lick the scrotum.

When her tongue reached the head again, Rob told her to open her mouth. She complied without hesitation, parting her lips slowly as the pressure against the back of her head began to increase, forcing the penis into her mouth. She tried to repress her gag reflex as best she could. Rob's hand was guiding her head back and forth at a steady pace. She was a little embarrassed at the occasional slurping sound she made as the penis, dripping with her saliva, moved in and out of her tightly wrapped lips.

"That's it. Suck my cock good."

The vulgar frankness of Rob's speech awakened her from her daydream and caused her to jump. Her eyes opened and she was once more aware of her surroundings. Rob was engaging in conversation with Bill about how well she was sucking cock - considering it was her first time.

The talking reminded her that Bill was still in the room. Probably watching her every move. She felt a deep shame and began to blush once more. She had expected to come to Rob's apartment, lay down on a bed, close her eyes and have Rob screw her. Simple. Afterwards she would kiss him, tell her she loved him and go home. It was going to be easy.

This wasn't easy at all.

She wasn't afforded the luxury of being able to just lie back and accept the proceedings in a passive manner. No, she was the active partner in tonight's meeting. To make matters worse, she was performing this perverse act in front of a witness. Her humiliation became overwhelming, but she continued her task.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, she felt Rob's penis begin to twitch violently and his hand, pulling her head closer to him, become more forceful. Soon, she felt his semen squirt against the roof of her mouth and drip onto her tongue. It dribbled slowly downward and she swore she could feel it trickle all the way down her esophagus and splash into her stomach.

He held her head still for another minute before he pushed it back and let his penis flop out of her mouth. She stared at it again. It had changed considerably. In was soft, wet, about 1/4 the size it had been before, and just hung there like excess flesh between his legs. It no longer was the strong, threatening warrior it once was. She felt Rob's hand cradle her chin and lift her head up until their eyes met.

"That was great, honey." Rob then directed his attention across the room to Bill. "How about it, Bill? Like to get some of this action? I'm sure Missy wouldn't mind. She could use the extra practice. Couldn't you, Missy?"

She looked at Rob with fear in her eyes. She was horrified at the prospect of having to do this terrible deed to anyone else. She began to shake her head from side to side as she gazed up at Rob's face. Her eyes were saying "No. Don't make me do this! Please!"

"Yes, if you say so."

She couldn't believe her own ears. It was as if someone else were in the room doing all the talking for her. She tried to retract her acceptance, but no words would come out when she opened her mouth. Rob smiled sweetly at her then released his grip on her chin.

"Well, let's get to it then. We don't have all night. I have to go to work and you have school tomorrow, and I'm sure your parents want you home soon."

She got to her feet and began to walk over to Bill. As she approached, she watched him spread his legs, making room for her. He was watching her breasts jiggle as she walked.

She was becoming ill just thinking about doing this to him. She knelt between his legs and looked up at his face as her hands went towards his belt. He was smiling at her. It wasn't a pleasant smile. It was an evil, filthy smile. Like a wino smiling at a pretty lady going by. It repulsed her.

As she undid his belt and zipper, she thought how inconsiderate he was. You would think he would have his clothes off and ready for her. Her having to undress him made it all the more shameful. When she had his pants off, she looked at his penis.

There was hardly any difference between his and Rob's. She didn't have time for a closer inspection before Bill grabbed it and forced it into her mouth, his other hand guiding her head to it. He moved her head back and forth much faster than Rob. She started to gag a couple of times but was able to recover without vomiting. She closed her eyes and started to cry, praying for a quick ending.

Her prayers were answered when she heard Bill grunting very loudly and felt his penis twitching strongly just before semen started to fill her mouth again. She swallowed and pulled her head away from Bill. She gave him a quick glance and got up to return to Rob. Bill jumped up and pulled his pants back on, tucking in his shirt in haphazard fashion.

"Hey, guys, I gotta get going. Thanks a lot for having me over, Rob. You, too, Missy."

Missy watched as Rob got up, shook Bill's hand and began to show him out. The two boys engaged in small talk and laughter at the door. She could not believe Bill would get up and leave like that. It was obvious to her that he was only here to watch her strip naked and suck Rob's cock. The fact that she had to suck his cock was a bonus for him.

She formed an immediate dislike for him. In her eyes, he was a self-centered pig. She watched as the two would occasionally look at her, whisper something to each other and laugh. She felt like an animal in the zoo. How disgusting. She watched Rob close the door behind Bill and walk towards her. He pecked her lightly on the forehead then took his seat back on the sofa.

"Come over her and lay down on the floor in front of me." Rob ordered as his finger pointed to the spot he desired her to be. "That's it, but your feet should be towards me and spread wide apart." He paused while missy obeyed. "Okay, that's fine."

Rob studied the reclining teenager for a few minutes then moved his bare foot towards her crotch. He brought his big toe in contact with her vagina and wiggled it slightly, watching Missy's face as he did so.

"Reach down with both hands and spread your pussy open for me." His voice was a bit labored and he felt himself getting hard again. When Missy had spread her labia for him, he inched the toe closer until it wiggled against her clitoris.

"I want you to answer me truthfully. Do not patronize me nor lie to me. I want the truth. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, Rob. I wouldn't lie to you. What do you want to know?"

"Well, first, we've got to set some rules down here. Rule number one is: Always show respect to your master. That's the most important rule you will have. From now on you shall ALWAYS address me as 'master'. On special occasions, such as when we are out among family, I may forgo this rule and allow you to call me 'Sir'. You must first ask permission to do so, however. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Missy answered and then quickly added, "Master." When she saw Rob's eyebrows frown.

"Good. Now tell me, missy, did you enjoy sucking my cock tonight? Remember, the truth."

Missy felt the blood returning to her face as she looked up at him. She didn't know how to answer. The truth was that she really didn't enjoy, but didn't mind it that much, but she didn't want Rob to think she was a whore. When she felt Rob's toe begin to push against her clitoris, she decided to answer quickly - and truthfully.

"I didn't mind, Master"

"That's not what I asked. Did you enjoy it?"

"No, Master."

"Hmmm. How about Bill? Did you enjoy sucking his cock?"

"Oh, NO, Master. I hated doing it to him."

"You hated doing what to whom?"

"You know, Master." Missy started to get nervous again. She knew Rob wanted her to say those filthy words, but she couldn't.

"Yes, I know, but I want you to tell me. Now you tell me, use the words, what did you hate doing to whom?" Rob frowned and wiggled his toe tighter against Missy's clit. He could tell by her reaction that his toe was beginning to bother her.

"I hated sucking Bill's cock, ... Master" The toe forced tight against her clitoris was starting to hurt and she spat out the words, almost forgetting to add 'master'.

"Well, we'll have to see to it that you get over this aversion you have to sucking cock. I think we will have to start a very rigorous training program for you. But what concerns me most is why you didn't enjoy it."

"Rule number two." Rob continued. "Your joy will be derived by serving your master well. That means you should receive joy in knowing you have satisfactorily performed a task your master ordered you to perform. In other words, whether you like sucking cocks or not, you should have found enjoyment from knowing you were pleasing me, your master. That is a slave's ONLY function - to please the master.

You must remember this because in the future you will be asked to do many things that may be despicable to you and, in order to accomplish these tasks well, you must perform them knowing that your performance is pleasing me. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Master. I will try to please you as best I can."

"Good." Rob eased the pressure of his toe on Missy and started to insert the tip of it into her. He detected a slight squirming on her part and noticed her face becoming flushed again. He believed her red face was not from embarrassment this time.

"Do you like what I'm doing now?"

"Yes, Master." Missy was getting hot now. She closed her eyes and moved her head from side to side as the toe began to drive her towards orgasm.

"I can tell." Rob replied. He enjoyed watching her writhe around on the floor like that. His high was in knowing that he could control her so completely, so easily. Here she was on the floor, at his feet, her legs spread wide open to his eyes, both her hands spreading her pussy wide open for him to use as he wished.

"Do you want to come now?"

"Yes, please, Master, make me come."

"No. I'm not going to 'make' you come. I might allow you to come if you ask."

"Please, Master, may I come?"

"Certainly, Missy. You may come." Rob moved his foot away from her crotch and sat back in the sofa, smiling. He watched as Missy's eyes opened and looked at him, pleading.

"Make yourself come, Missy. Use your hand. Go ahead. I want to watch you masturbate. Make yourself come."

Missy hesitated for a moment then started to rub her hand up and down her vagina. She inserted a finger into herself and began work it in and out while her other hand played with her clitoris. She heard Rob talking in the background and listened to his words.

"I want you to imagine, Missy. Imagine you are in a long hallway. In this hallway is a long line of men. These men are all recruits going into the Navy. They are all nude and they are of all sizes, shapes and colors. Imagine yourself at the front of the line, Missy. You are on your knees in front of this long line of men. As each man steps in front of you, you are to suck their cock until they come in your mouth.

Imagine that, Missy. Imagine hundreds of nude young men waiting in line for you to suck their cocks. Can you see it, Missy? Can you feel their cocks in your mouth? Can you taste the semen - the gallons of semen you must swallow before this line ends? Can you, Missy? Can you imagine that?"

"Yes, yes! I can see it. I see those cocks sticking out at me - white ones, black ones, yellow ones. I feel them. Yes. Yes. Oh, let me suck them!"

Missy was in a dream world. She could actually see the line of cocks coming at her - This endless line of cocks just waiting to come in her mouth. Yes, she saw them and felt them in her mouth and tasted the salty semen filling her.

Rob watched as Missy's orgasm wracked her body with pleasure. She was having an intense orgasm. At one point he was tempted to interrupt the fantasy and make her stop masturbating. He decided that it would be better at this stage of her training to allow her to experience total lust. He would have time for discipline lessons later.

He watched as she settled down from the orgasm and lie there in total exhaustion. When this all started, he had no idea that she was capable of such intense sexual pleasure. He was pleasantly surprised. He was going to enjoy the next 28 days he spent with her.

"Very well done, Missy. I think that's enough for tonight, though. You had better get dressed and go home before your parents get worried. Before you do, though, I want you to crawl over here and give Georgie Boy a good night kiss."

The sound of Rob's voice woke Missy from her dozing. Hearing the last part of his orders, she crawled over to him and took his cock in her hands and brought her head down to it. She kissed it lightly then ran her tongue over the head of it, flicking it against the small opening. When she finally released it, she looked up and saw Rob smiling. She smiled also. She had performed her task well.

"Enough." Rob said as he jumped to his feet. "You've got to get home now. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you when our next get together will be. C'mon, get outta here."

Missy jumped up off the floor and frantically searched for her dress. Once she found it, she hastily slipped it over her head, put on her shoes and looked over at Rob. She smiled at him.

"I love you, Master." She said. As she walked out the door, she heard him call after her.

I love you too, Missy."

In spite of what he had made her do tonight, Missy loved Rob more than ever. She got into the car and drove home, her free hand in it's new found "playpen".

MISSY Part Three

Missy looked at the dashboard clock and was surprised at how early it was. Her mother had been giving her some static lately about how late she had been getting in and she was worried that she might start asking questions about what she's been up to till such late hours at Rob's apartment. Getting in before ten tonight would help ease the tension that had been building between them.

She even brought a pair of panties with her tonight so that she could put them on before she got back home. She knew it looked kind of funny when she would run upstairs to her room without even stopping to say hello whenever she returned from these visits. Tonight, she would go directly to the living room and sit with her parents for a short time before going to bed. She felt really good.

One reason for her elation was the easy time she had at Rob's tonight. Just the two of them and nothing really wild. She had worried that Rob was beginning to get a little too kinky after that evening with Bill. She remembers driving over to Rob's in fear and wondering what was in store for her.

As crazy thoughts of what Rob would demand ran through her mind, she actually got a little sick to her stomach.

Nerves, she thought. Just a case of anxiety over the possibilities of what may happen. She smiled and told herself that it was foolish to worry about it. She had a choice. She could either do what he wanted or walk out. Of course the consequences of her walking out were totally unacceptable. She had made up her mind to appease his jaded lust for the 30 days he demanded. If he wouldn't change after the 30 days were up, well, she'd just have to see. "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." She muttered to herself.

She thought about what took place tonight. As usual, she had to strip naked the minute she walked in the door. Rob told her she should do that automatically, without him having to tell her to each time. So now she had a new set of rules to remember.

She had to be freshly bathed, shaved, douched, wear no under garments and strip naked immediately upon entering the room. So far it was easy - humiliating, but easy. As far as the rest of the night, it was easy, too. Nothing really revolting or wild.

She had to take his clothes off again, then give him a tongue bath while he just laid there playing with her tits or ass or whatever was in his reach. She didn't find that too disgusting, except maybe when he rolled over onto his stomach and she had to lick his ass. She didn't like that much, although, in retrospect, it wasn't all that bad. She theorized that the worst part was her thinking about what she was doing. The actually doing wasn't bad at all.

Then, when he had been completely licked, Rob had her fuck him. She actually had to get on top of him, stick his penis into her and do all the work herself. She admitted to herself that this was actually fun. In fact, it was better this time than the first night, although her orgasm was not as intense.

One bad part of the evening came after she fucked him. He made her lick his penis clean. She was revolted by the thought of having to lick her own juices off "Georgie Boy". Again, the thought of it was much worse than the doing.

Once she started licking, she actually began to get excited again. When she complained to Rob about having to lick her own juices off, he told her she had better get used to those juices, So, she figured, she'd probably be licking him clean a lot more times before the 30 days were over. The worst part of the evening was finding out what Rob had planned for Friday night. When she was about to leave, he told her that they were going to double date with, of all people, Bill and his girlfriend. Ever since that night, she despised Bill.

"Pig!" she spat out loud.

At least this time they'd be out at the drive-in and Bill would have his own girl.

She wondered if Bill's girl did for him what she had done. She thought about the kind of girl that would date Bill and surmised that type of girl certainly would do it. She expected some heavy petting on Rob's part, but didn't think he would demand anything else of her in front of another couple, especially in a public place where some of their other friends were bound to be.

Missy felt herself getting wet and looked down to see two of her fingers buried in her vagina.

"I've got to stop doing that." She said aloud.

She pulled the car over and grabbed a tissue out of her purse to wipe herself with. When she had finished wiping, she slipped into her panties and bra and drove the remaining 4 blocks home while Elvis sang "Such A Night" over the radio. "It was indeed." she giggled.

Rob picked her up at precisely 6:30, just as he said he would. It was a little idiosyncrasy of his to be prompt - never early or late but precisely at the appointed time. Missy could always count on him to be on time but hated it when he demanded the same of her.

She held the believe that appointment or date times were just an approximation of when she should be there or be ready. She disliked being held to any exactness. Life was just too much fun to have to worry about 15 minutes here or there. When she came downstairs to greet Rob, he was sitting in the living room talking sports with her father.

She appreciated the fact that her father liked Rob and the two of them got along so well. Her father had told her that he thought Rob was a nice guy with a good future ahead of him - and that he acted like a true gentleman. So much for his judge of character, she thought as she threw on a jacket.

The jacket was more an attempt to cover her nudity under the light dress than it was to keep warm. The weather had been beautiful lately.

Once the left and were in the car, Rob headed back towards his apartment, the opposite direction of Bill's place.

"Where are we going?" Missy asked. "I thought we were going to pick up Bill and his girlfriend and go to the drive-in." Maybe it was her apprehension about what would happen tonight, but Missy sounded desperate and confused over the car's direction.

"Relax." Rob replied offhandedly. "We're going back to my place to meet Bill. We figured we'd meet there and take his car to the movie since it was bigger. It won't take any longer than going over to his place and then to the drive-in"

Missy sat back in relief. For a moment she thought the plans had changed and they were going to Rob's place for the evening. She couldn't handle another night of Bill at Rob's apartment.

"Who's Bill bringing tonight. Anyone I know?" Missy asked Rob the question in a way that sounded like she couldn't care less, but her curiosity about Bill's date was getting the best of her.

"Oh yes. You both know each other." Rob said, taking his eyes off the road ahead to look at her.

"Well..." Missy looked back at Rob quizzically. She couldn't hide her interest now that he had told her they knew one another. "Tell me. Who is she?"

"You'll find out shortly."

"Tell me. I want to know who she is."

"I said 'you'll find out shortly'. Let it go at that." Rob was stern in his reply. He found he enjoyed watching Missy squirm. He knew the suspense was killing her and was just going to let her work herself into a nervous frenzy until they got back to the apartment and met up with Bill and Mary.

He couldn't wait to see the expression on Missy's face when she found out who was going to the drive-in with them. He chuckled to himself as he looked over to see Missy pouting. Rob pulled the car next to the Bill's which was already in front of his apartment. He could see Missy straining in an attempt to get a look at Bill's date.

"I don't think you'll need the jacket tonight, Missy. Leave it here in my car and you won't lose it." He advised Missy who was still trying to see into Bill's car at the occupants.

Missy took off the jacket and threw it on the back seat of Rob's car before getting out. Once outside, she smoothed her dress over her rear before getting into the back seat of Bill's car. She slid over on the seat to make room for Rob. Bill's date remained staring straight ahead and Missy couldn't make out who she was.

"Hey, how's it going, man? How you doing, Missy?" Bill stared into the rear view mirror as he asked the question.

"Great." Rob replied. "Let's get going."

As the car started to back out of the parking spot, Bill's girlfriend turned around in her seat and looked directly at Missy.

"Hi, Missy. How have you been?"

Missy felt the blood rushing to her head as she recognized Mary Higgins. The two had known each other on a cordial basis at high school, but not as friends. It was Mary who Missy defeated for a seat on the student council in a hard fought election.

Since that time there has been bad blood between them and they haven't spoken to one another. Missy didn't hate the girl, she just didn't like the way she had talked, and spread nasty rumors, about her during the elections.

"Fine, Mary. How about you?" Missy was determined to be civil although she was dying to tell her what she really thought.

"Okay, I guess. That's a nice dress you have on."

"Thanks. Good to see you again." Mary lied. She smiled as she answered but her stomach was churning. She wondered how much Mary knew about the relationship she had with Rob. She'd die if she found out Bill had told her.

Then she theorized if she knew about it, it would have been all over the school by now. She began to relax.

The ride to the drive-in went along without incident. Bill and Rob gabbed away about baseball, while the girls would occasionally say something about school. For the most part, Missy gave short, direct answers to Mary's questions and volunteered none of her own. If Mary requested her opinion, she would just shrug her shoulders and tell Mary that she hadn't really thought about it.

For the entire ride, Mary was spun around in her seat and ignored Bill in favor of looking at Missy. And look she did. From her shoes to her hair. At times, Missy felt very uncomfortable with the stares and thought that, perhaps, Mary did know about her and Rob. If, in fact, she did know, Missy wondered if Bill had told her that she had given him a blow job. She felt herself begin to blush at her thoughts and was relieved when the car pulled off the road and into the theater.

They drove along the aisles looking for a good spot from where they could see the movie. When Bill would find one he thought was good, Missy would veto it if she recognized a car nearby that belonged to someone she knew, or the speaker didn't work. It was just about dark and the screen was showing previews of coming attractions when they finally found a spot satisfactory to everyone. It was towards the rear and side of the lot, but if offered a good view of the screen, had a working speaker, was dark and offered the privacy that Missy desired.

The group sat and watched the remainder of the previews and the "Droopy" cartoon while making idle comments and laughing together at the sad little dog who was always at the short end of the stick until he got mad. Missy noticed that Mary was constantly turning around to look at her and Rob throughout the entire time they were there. She wouldn't say anything, just look at Missy and smile.

"The bitch knows!" Missy thought to herself. She snuggled closer to Rob hoping Mary would get the hint and start paying less attention to them and more to Bill.

"Okay, Missy. I think it's dark enough." Rob said loudly while moving over and away from Missy. "Take off your shoes and your dress."

Missy stared at Rob in disbelief. Her mouth hung open and her face turned red as she sat there, unable to speak. Out the corner of her eyes, she was able to see Bill and Mary looking at her, smiling.

"A... A... Are you outta your mind? I'm not taking my dress off!"

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