- Part 1
The phone was ringing as Katy unlocked the door into her house. She
had just returned from a short trip to the mall to pick up a couple of
new outfits. A few days earlier she had finished up her second year
at college and had returned home to spend the summer with her parents.
She soon realized her summer wardrobe was completely inadequate and
immediately jumped into the task of rejuvenating it. Her dad's credit
card came in very handy for that.
These last few days had been very enjoyable, Katy decided. Her
parents were very well off and were not expecting her to get a summer
job. Instead, she would be taking a couple of classes at the local
college and otherwise having the summer off. The classes would be to
brush up on her French because in the fall she would be flying to
Paris to spend her junior year in France. Katy was ecstatic when she
found out she had been accepted into the exchange program and had
pleaded and begged her father to agree to pay her expenses for the
year. He was at first reluctant to spend so much money for her to go
to a foreign country when, according to him, she could learn French
just fine at her own college. Eventually he consented, but only after
she had promised to work very hard and get very good grades, etc, etc.
The usual routine, Katy thought, and she knew it well. Now she looked
forward to a relaxed summer of classes and getting ready for her year
in Europe.
Juggling her packages and the door key, she finally opened the door
and ran to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Katy," the voice on the phone answered. It was a boy but she
did not recognize him. She assumed it was one of her schoolmates also
back from college for the summer. Katy was well accustomed to
getting phone calls from boys.
"Hi. Who's this?"
"This is Josh, Katy. Your friend Beth's brother? Remember me?"
"Oh sure. Hi Josh. You looking for Beth? She's not here. I haven't
seen her today at all."
Katy didn't especially like Josh. He was four years younger and, of
course, still in high school. She thought of him as she thought of
all high school boys now, as a pimply- faced, hormone-soaked
annoyance. She could still remember the time back in high school when
she and her prom date had gone to pick up Beth and her date. For the
whole time they were in the house waiting for Beth to get ready Josh's
unblinking eyes had been riveted to Katy's cleavage. Her prom dress
was a little daring but not that much, she thought. From then on,
whenever she thought of Josh, that is what she remembered. She wanted
this phone call to end quickly.
"No. I'm not looking for Beth. I wanted to talk to you."
"Me?? Uh, ok... what's up?"
"Well, I have something I need to show you. Something you will
definitely want to see. I want to come over to your house right now
to show it to you."
"Show me what? What are you talking about?" Katy could not imagine
what Josh might have that would be of interest to her. She was
getting annoyed.
"It's not something I want to discuss over the phone. Trust me
though. You will be very interested in what I have to show you. Let
me come over, give me two minutes of your time and if you aren't
interested, I'll leave. Okay?"
Katy decided that Josh had some sort of fund raising project going on
and reluctantly agreed to let him come over. Beth was her close
friend and she didn't want Josh to tell his sister that she had been
rude to him.
"Ok. But only two minutes. I've got a lot of errands to run this
afternoon."
"Ok, Katy, I'll be at your door in five minutes. See ya."
It was actually less than five minutes later when Katy saw Josh come
up the driveway on his bicycle. In another minute, Josh was sitting
on the living room sofa opening up his backpack. Out came a small
audio cassette player.
"You're selling tapes now Josh?', asked Katy curiously.
"Not exactly. You'll see. Why don't you sit down and I'll show you
what I got."
Katy sat in a chair across from the sofa and waited as Josh readied
the cassette. She notice that he was not as skinny or pimply as she
had remembered. He had grown and filled out in the past year. With
more bulk and less acne he was not quite as geeky looking as he was a
year ago when she had last seen him.
Josh pressed a button on the machine. Katy heard a voice on the tape.
It was her own voice and then Beth's. She felt the blood rush out of
her head and was suddenly very faint as she realized what was
happening. Somehow Josh had made a recording of a conversation
between herself and Beth that had taken place last December when they
were both home on Christmas break. Katy remembered the circumstances
clearly. It was in Beth's room. She was telling Beth, in supreme
confidence, about her plans for Spring break. The taped conversation
explicitly described how she planned to acquiesce to her father's
wishes and pretend to go to a Christian retreat in Texas during the
spring break. Instead, however, her plan was to go with a boyfriend
and another couple to Florida and have a fun-filled week of beer
drinking, swimming, T-shirt contests, and whatever else came with it.
The tape was damning. It even recorded her snotty, spoiled-brat
laughter at her father's gullibility.
Katy listened in shocked horror as her brain feverishly thought to
find ways out of this predicament. Clearly, Josh was going to be very
difficult. She struggled to figure out a way to deny the validity of
the recording but it seemed hopeless. Josh then hammered nails into
her coffin by pulling out a sheath of papers. Examining them she
recognized them as printouts of e-mail messages she had sent to Beth
from college before and after the Florida excursion. Many of these
contained graphic stories of her experiences. Katy was barely able to
speak.
"How.. how did you, uh, get all this stuff?" She was still too
unnerved to be angry but she could feel that emotion starting to come
out.
"The tape was easy.. just stuck a microphone in Beth's room and
fished the wire through to my room. The e-mails I got because I
figured out Beth's password and I can get into telnet to her account
at college without her knowing it. Cool, huh?"
"I can't believe this. You're a little worm, a despicable little
ogre. Give me this and get out of my house."
"You can have it all. I've got lots of copies of the tape and of the
e-mails. I brought these for you to keep."
Katy was now red with both rage and desperation. "Why are you doing
this you little bastard?"
"Be nice, Katy. No need to get upset. This is how it is. Unless you
agree to my demands I will turn all of this stuff over to your father.
Now, I know very well how your father is going to take this. He won't
be happy. I would say that the first thing he'll probably do is
cancel your year in France. At the least, right? Probably he'll do
lots more won't he? Like maybe take you out of college?"
Katy's father was one of the most conservative men in their community
of conservative families. He had been very reluctant to let Katy
attend the liberal arts college instead of the Christian
fundamentalist university he had preferred for her. And Katy knew all
too well how this tape would affect her. Her life would be ruined.
She tried to think of a way out this mess but could not. What
wondered what his demands might be. Maybe they weren't too
unreasonable.
"What do you want? Money?"
"Nope. Don't need money. It's YOU I want."
Shit, she thought. The little perv wants sex. She had to bargain her
way out of this.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Okay. Here are my demands. From this point on you will be my
personal slave. You will obey my every command completely. If you
don't agree or if you don't comply perfectly with my demand I send the
package to your folks."
Katy was incredulous. "You have GOT to be kidding!!!" What followed
was a long stream of invectives and curses aimed at Josh, then at
pubescent boys in general, and then at Josh again.
"Are you done yet?" asked Josh when Katy paused for breath. Her face
was scarlet at this point. "You don't seem to be in a very good mood
right now so I'll leave this stuff with you so you can think about it.
But I want you to call me up tonight at 7:00 to get your first
instructions as my new slave. If you don't call me at exactly 7:00,
your father will have copies of this stuff tomorrow morning."
Before Katy could respond, Josh was gone. Katy slumped back into the
chair and stared at the tape and the papers. What could she do? She
thought of calling Beth but then decided against it. She could not
risk it. She could tell that Josh had planned this whole thing well
and had probably predicted many of her possible reactions. She would
be foolish to react too hastily. She did not doubt he was capable of
following through with his threat.
Just then she heard the sound of her mother's car coming up the drive.
Quickly she grabbed the tape and the papers and ran up the stairs to
her room. As she went she knew that at 7:00 she would be on the phone
with Josh. She had no choice, at least not yet.
This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.
For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.
And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)
So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.
Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.
November 19, 1997
kate
Katy's Surrender - Part 2
Josh stared at the clock next to his bed. It was 6:50pm. Ten minutes
to go. He had instructed Katy to call him at exactly 7:00pm. In
spite of all his careful planning and rehearsal he was still shaking
with anticipation. Would she go for it? Or would she instead turn
him in for secretly taping her and Beth and for stealing Beth's
e-mails. It was a huge gamble but the stakes were very much worth it.
If she surrendered to his demands he would have Katy Morgan as his
personal slave. He still could not believe his great good fortune at
having this opportunity fall into his lap. Katy was like a legend in
the circle of adolescent boys in his school. When she was still in
high school and he was in junior high, she was looked upon as the
pinnacle of female beauty. A goddess. A superbabe. All of that.
And she had become only more attractive now that she was in college.
No, he could not let an opportunity like this slip away. He had to
take the chance. And she had made it so easy. He had enough stuff on
her to blackmail her real good. His only real doubt was how far could
he make her go. Would he have to be satisfied with just seeing her
naked? Would she balk if he tried to touch her? Or was she so afraid
of her father that she would literally do anything he commanded her to
do? He had to restrain himself from going too fast with her until he
was sure of her limits. He had gotten this far through patience and
planning and he didn't want to blow it all now by being impulsive.
It was 6:55. If she called now he would have to rebuke her for
calling too early. His stomach was in knots. How had he been able to
keep his cool so well this afternoon at her house? He was amazed at
his own boldness. Hopefully he would be able to keep his nerve.
The phone rang. He jumped to a sitting position and reached for the
phone. He noticed his fingers were shaking and sweaty. His clock
said 6:58. Maybe their clocks were a little off. He'd let it go this
time but he made a mental note of making sure that she synchronized
her clock with his.
"Hello?", he said.
"Hey." Damn. It was his buddy Tom. What crappy luck. It was almost
7:00.
"Hey, Tom. Listen, I can't talk right now. Call you right back, ok?"
"Yeah, no problem. What's happening?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Talk to ya later." He hung up.
Almost immediately the phone rang again. This better not be Tom
again, Josh thought, or he'd kill him.
The voice on the phone was like that of a goddess. Soft and sweet,
but timid.
"Hello," Katy said.
"Hello, Katy."
"We need to talk about this," she said. She sounded calm now but Josh
thought he could sense her uncertainty blended with her anger.
"Yes, we do."
"I mean... I can't be your slave. No way. Something else. Money?
What do you want?"
"Katy. There is no negotiation. You heard my terms. You understand
what will happen if you don't agree. That's all final. It's either a
yes or a no now. I'm getting angry. I gave you plenty of time to
think it over and now you want to argue with me. Is that your answer
then? Ok. I'll deliver the stuff to your father tomorrow. Your mom
will get copies as well. Goodbye, Katy.
"NO!! Wait!!! Please. Let's talk about this. What exactly would I
have to do as your slave?"
Josh knew enough not to be specific at this point. He had to keep his
options open without scaring her off. This was a critical moment.
"Katy, I already told you. You have to do everything I tell you to do
without hesitation."
"Yes, I understand that. But what kinds of things? What are we
talking about here, Josh? Helping you with your homework? Backrubs?
Mowing your lawn?"
"Sure. That sounds pretty good. All of those things maybe. But also
anything else too." Josh was starting to feel in control now and
began to enjoy himself. He realized he was winning. This was going
to happen!!
Josh could hear her exasperated sigh.
"Would there be anything sexual involved?" Katy then asked. Okay,
Josh thought, there it was out in the open. Better not be vague here
after all. Take the chance.
"Yes."
Silence. Josh waited for the sound of a click and then a dial tone.
He expected that but knew he had to risk it. He waited. The seconds
seemed eternal. Finally she spoke again.
"What do you want me to do?"
Josh let out his breath. YES!!! he thought to himself. He did it.
Katy was his slave. His heart beat like crazy as he tried to compose
his thoughts. After all the planning and preparation he had actually
forgotten to decide on a first command for his new slave. He had to
say something immediately or she might sense his uncertainty.
"Get in your car and come pick me up. I'll be in that little park at
the end of my street. Be there in ten minutes. No later." Then he
hung up the phone without waiting to hear her reply.
Ten minutes later Josh was sitting in the passenger seat of Katy's
brand new Toyota as they drove away from his neighborhood.
"Now what? Where are we going?" Katy asked. Josh could sense her
hostility. He still had to be careful not to blow it, not to push her
too far too fast.
"Just drive somewhere no one will see us. Get on the highway." Josh
watched her as she drove, examining his new slave girl. She was
gorgeous, more beautiful than he had remembered. She must be twenty
years old now, Josh thought.
"How old are you, Katy?"
"Twenty," she answered curtly.
"Don't be bitchy with me, slave. I think it's time you learned how to
behave when you're with me. First of all, show respect always.
Understand? No bitchy answers. You answer nice. And always call me
master. Got it?
"Yes, master," she replied, trying hard to suppress her annoyance at
this indignity.
"Good. Now, how much do you weigh?"
"115 pounds, master."
"Height?"
"Five feet, seven inches, master."
"Measurements?"
Katy hesitated for a moment before replying. "34B 22 36,
master"
"Hmmm. I suppose you'll have to do. A little skinny maybe but
curvy."
Katy seethed. Josh smiled to himself. He was sure that was the first
time she had been told her body would "have to do." Not only did she
have a perfect, sexy figure but her face was truly gorgeous. She was
currently wearing her shoulder-length, reddish- brown hair loose and
curly. Her eyes were remarkable too. They weren't exactly light-
blue. They were almost gray. Very captivating eyes.
"Katy, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You have to answer them
honestly." She did not respond, but kept her eyes on the road as he
spoke to her.
"UNDERSTAND?" She jumped, surprised.
"Oh. Yes, master. I understand. Sorry."
"Very good. Katy, are you my slave?" She looked over at him and he
could see the look of disgust on her face before she replied.
"Yes, master."
"Excellent. Say it."
"I am your slave, master."
"And you will obey my every command? Say it."
"I will obey your every command, master."
"Are you my property?"
"I am your property, master."
"Okay. You're doing well, slave. Now turn right up here so we can go
to the mall. You have some shopping to do."
This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.
For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.
And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)
So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.
Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.
November 19, 1997
kate
Katy Surrenders - Part 3
Josh and Katy went into the mall. For a short ways they walked side
by side without talking but then Josh turned to her and told her to
walk a few steps behind him.
"You are not my equal. You are only a slave girl. Walk behind me,"
he told her. Katy happily complied. This way it didn't look so much
like they were together. She followed his lead into a large discount
department store.
Josh stopped at the pet supply section. After a brief survey of the
selection of dog collars, he picked one out and handed it to Katy.
"Try this on," he told her.
"Are you crazy?? In here?" she whispered angrily.
"That was not an appropriate response, slave. You will have to be
punished for that later. You have been warned about bitchy,
disrespectful speech. Now. Put on the collar to see if it fits."
Katy stared at him incredulously but then decided against rebellion.
She hastily looked around the store. No one would likely see her
anyway, she thought.
"Yes master," she finally said, as sweetly as she could manage. Then
she put the collar around her neck and fumbled with the buckle.
"Okay. That's fine. Looks like a perfect fit. And I like the style
too." Quickly removing the collar, Katy looked more closely at it.
It was the ugliest thing she could imagine. It reminded her of the
collars worn by the big, bad, mean dogs in the cartoons. It was thick
black leather with a metal buckle and metal pieces stuck all over it.
It also had two metal loops on it, one near the buckle and one on the
opposite side. She handed it back to Josh.
"No. You keep it. You have to pay for it. Now pick out a nice
leash. And be quick because we have a lot of shopping to do."
Katy looked over the various leashes. They were all about the same
except for the weight and thickness of the chain. Her fingers went
toward the thinnest of the bunch.
"Naah, don't think so. Too flimsy," she heard Josh tell her.
Capitulating, she picked out the longest, heaviest chain on the rack.
"Nice one," Josh remarked. "You're getting the drift now. Okay, you
pick out a couple of these choker leashes too and meet me at the
registers. I've got some other stuff to get."
A few minutes later, Katy and Josh left the store with the collar and
leashes as well as several small padlocks and short chains that Josh
had brought to her. Katy had paid for the items with her own money
from her allowance. Josh instructed her to walk ahead of him to a
certain expensive women's clothing store. As they proceeded again
through the mall in single file, Josh delighted in watching her
perfect round little butt as it swayed sexily in her jeans. The girl
was beautiful even dressed as she was in a simple t-shirt and jeans,
he thought happily. And she was his.
When they got to the store, Katy followed Josh through the aisles as
he searched for the cosmetics department.
"Just buy some lipstick, slave," he told her, "but it has to be the
brightest red they got and it has to be the kind that doesn't come off
on clothes." Katy wondered about this but quickly found a lipstick
that met those criteria and paid for it. She then fell in behind him
again as they proceeded to the next store.
"Oh God, no", Katy whispered to herself as Josh walked straight into
the Victoria's Secret store. This was going to be much more
difficult, she feared.
As Katy followed Josh around the store she tried hard to make it look
like she was not actually with him while at the same time not making
him angry. She remembered his mention of a punishment for talking
back to him and did not want to add to whatever he had in mind for
her. She followed as he walked deliberately around the store,
checking out the mannequins, looking at the styles of lingeree. She
became increasingly nervous as she saw how skimpy many of the garments
were. After a quick tour of the store, Josh finally returned to one
mannequin which was adorned with a very revealing little white teddy.
It had a deep V-neck and was fully open on by sides down to the tie at
the waist. The material was so thin as to be virtually transparent.
Katy was visibly distressed to see his choice. The thought of herself
wearing such a thing made her blush deeply. Josh motioned to her.
"Will this fit you?" he asked.
"NO. It's too big," she replied immediately. Josh gave her a
mean look.
"Very bad attitude, slave."
"Sorry, master. Perhaps I can find a smaller one in that
style."
"Well, hurry up. It's getting late."
Very shortly, Katy found the exact garment in her size.
"Here it is master. This one will fit me."
"Go try it on to be sure."
"Master, I'm sure it will fit."
"Do I have to repeat a command?"
"No, master. I will go try it on." Katy bit her lip. She
was so angry now she seriously considered killing the little brat or
at least calling his damned bluff. Whenever she felt that way,
though, she thought of the tape and the e-mails and immediately became
very submissive. As bad as it was to submit to Josh it was infinitely
better than facing her father's wrath.
The store had a small dressing room area. There were three cubicles
set away from the main part of the store in a little alcove. Katy had
to walk past a man who was evidently waiting for his wife or
girlfriend to come out of one of the dressing rooms, as one of them
was occupied. Katy guessed his age at about 40. He had a slight
flecking of gray in his hair and a not-so-slight beer belly. The man
perked up as Katy brushed past him. She heard him inhale sharply as
she walked past, probably to get a whiff of her perfume. She was used
to that.
Several minutes later, Katy came out of the changing room. Josh was
near the door to the alcove, chatting with the man. The other
changing rooms were now empty so Katy guessed the man's wife was
looking for more clothes to try on. Katy was embarrassed to be forced
to discuss the garment in front of this strange man.
"It fits," she said to Josh, almost whispering it to him while trying
to avoid the man's gaze. She wanted to get out of there as fast as
possible.
"Pardon me?" Josh's voice was loud and mean. She understood.
"This fits fine, master." She cringed as she said the words. She was
painfully aware of the change in the man's posture when he heard those
words. What had Josh told him about her, she wondered?
"I don't care if it fits you stupid bitch. I need to know how it
looks on you. Go put it back on and then come out and model it for
us. By the way, this is Jack. He'd like to see how you look in it
too."
Katy's face turned scarlet. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Shaking with nervousness and humiliation, she returned to the cubicle
where she quickly changed back into the flimsy outfit. Looking in the
mirror, she realized that she might just as well be walking out there
naked. Her nipples and her pubic hair were clealrly discernable
through the sheer material. Nervous goose bumps covered her upper
chest and arms and, to her dismay and shame, her nipples were at their
most erect, pressing lewdly against the cloth. Screwing up her
courage, she returned to face the two males.
They waited for her, leaning against the wall of the alcove, opposite
her cubicle. She stood in front of them without speaking for many
long seconds as their eyes devoured her body. Katy was alarmed to
notice a growing bulge in Jack's trousers. She felt utterly degraded
and humiliated but resisted the impulse to cover her breasts and
pussy. She knew that would be both pointless and risky.
"Walk around a little Katy. Let's see how it looks when you jiggle."
Josh and the man both smiled at this crudity. She obeyed, walking in
small circles in the confines of the tiny alcove, trying as much as
she dared to mimic the moves of the models she had seen on TV. She
sincerely wanted to please Josh at this point so that this humiliating
torture could end quickly. She walked and posed for what seemed like
an eternity, barefoot and mostly naked in front of these two lecherous
men.
"Whatcha think?" Josh asked the man, finally.
"Wow," was Jack's critical review.
"Do you think her nipples show through enough?"
"Oh yeah, they sure do," Jack replied honestly. "She sure is a
beauty," he continued. "Those are the most perfect legs I've ever
seen and those tits, my God they're sexy."
"Yeah, whatever." Josh said. "But I think the nipples don't show
good enough." Josh was holding the purchases from the other stores.
Pulling out the lipstick, he handed it to Katy.
"Here," he said. "Put this on. Oh, and put some on your lips, too."
Taking the lipstick, Katy did not at first understand what he meant
but then suddenly realized what he was telling her to do. She felt
very faint as she resignedly returned to the cubicle. She had a
little trouble putting the lipstick on because her fingers were
shaking so much. She carefully covered each nipple with the bright
red lipstick and then did her lips. She felt and looked like a whore,
she thought. How much worse will this get, she wondered.
When she came back out she was met by two wide grins. They evidently
approved of the cosmetic touch. Katy's blushes added even more red to
the presentation. At that moment, the man's wife returned to the
dressing room area, walking straight in to the alcove but stopping
with a shock when she saw Katy. She said nothing but her face spoke
volumes. She was clearly disgusted with what she saw, giving Katy a
look that accused her of being the worst kind of slut and then
throwing a distinctly unpleasant glance toward her now meek looking
husband. Katy backed away as the woman pushed past her to the
cubicle, her fingers clutching a modest flannel nightgown. Jack now
looked very unhappy but Josh seemed in good spirits.
"Looks great Katy, we'll take it. Too bad we don't have more time to
shop but we gotta get going. Give me the outfit and i'll take it to
the cashier while you get dressed."
Katy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness they were finaly
getting out of this store. She turned to go back to the cubicle but
Josh stopped her.
"What are you doing?", he asked.
"I'm going to take off the lingeree, like you said, master.
I'll pass it to you over the top of the door."
"Just take it off right here. It'll be quicker." Katy felt sick.
The lingeree wasn't much cover but at least it was something. Now he
wanted her to strip naked for him and for this strange man, who was
now becoming visibly aroused again. She decided it would be best to
do it quickly before the woman came out or anyone else showed up.
Blushing, she slipped out of the garment. She tried to cover herself
with it as she stepped toward Josh. In his usual unhelpful manner he
made no move to take it from her.
"Put it back on the hanger and put it on that hook over there," he
said pointing to a hook on the wall near the entrance to the alcove.
Her fingers were shaking terribly but somehow she managed to fumble
the garment back onto the hanger as she stood naked in front of them.
She had never in her life felt so exposed and naked. Then she
realized that putting the hanger on the hook would place her naked
form right in the open door to the alcove. Again, better to do it
quickly, she thought. But just as she reached up to the hook, she
glanced into the store to see a man moving around a rack of clothes
right into her line of sight. Much to his delight, he was presented
with a perfect view of her naked, lipstick enhanced body. Katy
quickly jumped back into the cubicle and hurriedly put her
comfortable, safe clothes back on. She felt intense humiliation.
When she finally screwed up the courage to emerge, Jack was still
there waiting for his frumpy wife. Though fully clothed now, Katy
could not help blushing again as she passed him.
"Have a nice evening, miss," he said. Katy didn't answer but went
quickly to find Josh. He found her instead and handed her another
garment. Katy examined it, grateful to see it was not another
see-through lingeree item.
"It's just like that one over there," Josh told her, pointing to a
skin tight knit dress displayed on a nearby mannequin. "I guessed at
your size. Is that right?"
Katy looked at the dress. This was actually nice, she thought.
Perhaps a little more slinky than she was used to wearing but she had
the body for it so that was okay. And the design was quite tasteful
too, solid gray, sleeveless for summer, and just above the knee.
"This is fine, master."
"Good. Pay for the dress and the lingeree and let's get going."
"Yes, master," she replied almost instinctively now.
After paying for the items, she followed Josh back through the mall.
He stopped near the food court.
"Katy, listen carefully. Go into the ladies room over there and
change into the dress. You can wear your sneakers too but nothing
else. No underwear. Also," and here he pulled out a small pocket
knife, "I want you to shorten the length. I want you to make it a
very, very short skirt. Got it?"
"Yes, master," she answered, very, very unhappily.
"If it's not short enough when you come out I'll make you go back in
and cut it some more, so do it right the first time otherwise we'll be
here all night."
"I understand, master."
"Good. There's more. Put on the collar and the leash too."
Katy's eyes grew wide. Oh my God, she thought, not that. But she
knew she had no choice. She would have to obey. Better to get it
over with and get out. She was at least relieved that she had not
seen anyone she knew in the mall so far. She hoped her luck would
hold now when she needed it most.
"Yes, master." She took the bags and went into the ladies room,
emerging several minutes later into the food court, clutching the
shopping bag which now contained her own regular clothes. She
realized that Josh must have had her change in that room because she
would then be forced to walk back through the most crowded section of
the mall. All eyes seemed to be on her as she moved hastily past the
tables of mall diners. This was almost worse than being naked in
front of the changing room guy, she thought.
She knew her outfit was horribly scandalous. She had misjudged with
the knife, and had accidently cut the dress too short at the very
first attempt. She had all she could do to pull it down far enough to
cover her butt and her pussy. It was awful, she knew. Besides that,
without a bra, her breasts happily jiggled and bounced under the
stretch fabric as she walked. And as a final degradation, the leash,
hanging down in front by that repulsive black collar, knocked noisily
against her knees at each step. She made quite a show as she made her
way through the crowd to rendezvous with Josh at the end of the food
court. At one point she felt a large, heavy hand slip under her dress
and grab her naked butt. Not looking back she pulled the dress down
and hurried on.
She was very relieved when she finally reached Josh.
"Please master, let's get out of here," she begged.
"Sure, since you asked so nicely. It's time to go anyway. Give me
the bag and let me look at you." Josh smiled as he looked her over.
Grinning broadly, he said, "Well, Katy, we sure can't get that skirt
any short than that. You did great. One thing, though, those
sneakers just don't go good with that dress. Better to go barefoot.
Take em off."
With great difficulty, Katy managed to untie the shoes and slip them
off without exposing herself as she stooped down. She sort of
half-knelt, half-squatted and quickly untied the laces. The leash
chain rattled loudly on the mall tiles and she could sense the stares
of the passersby as she struggled. Finally her shoes were off and
Josh took them from her.
Okay, now let's go. I'll carry the bags. I want you to put your
hands behind your back as though they were handcuffed together. Hold
your right wrist in your left hand. Yes, that's good. Now don't you
dare let your wrist go until I say so. Understood?"
"Yes, master."
Josh then took up the end of the leash and to Katy's extreme
embarrassment pulled her out of the mall. She could not bear to look
at the people as she walked. She just hoped that no one would
recognize her. She could feel the hem of the skirt ride up as she
walked. Josh was walking so fast that she had to take long strides to
keep up and this made the hem move up more. Several times she saw
from the corner of her eye a man or a boy looking at her crotch. She
did not dare to look down but she guessed that she was very exposed
there.
Luckily they made it out of the mall without incident and were soon
back in her car.
"You did very well tonight, slave. I'm happy," Josh told her. He
said nothing else, though, as they drove toward his home. Finally
they reached his neighborhood and he directed her to stop, as before,
near the little park at the end of his street. It was almost 10pm.
"Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't have school so we'll have all day
together. I'll begin your slave training tomorrow. Pick me up right
here at 8am. No later. When you get here I want you to have your
collar and leash on. And also shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear,
naturally. When you sleep tonight, you will sleep naked except for
the collar and leash."
Josh got out of the car and told her to go home.
"But master. You have all the bags, still. My clothes and shoes are
in there. I can't go into the house looking like this."
"You're right Katy. You can take off the collar and leash. Here's a
bag to carry them in. The dress looks fine. I'll keep your clothes.
Good night."
"Good night, master."
Katy had learned many new things tonight. One of these was an
awareness of how far her limits could be expanded. She would learn
much more about her limits tomorrow, she guessed.
Katy Surrenders - Part 4
Katy awoke in her own familiar bed in her own familiar bedroom. She
opened her eyes and in that half-awake dream state everything seemed
normal but also very odd. She tried to remember what day it was and
what she had to do today. Then with a sudden jolt of awareness she
came fully awake and the memories of the previous night came rushing
back with all their humiliating details. She could barely believe, in
the bright cozy sunlight of her bedroom, that the night before she had
stripped naked in front of a strange man and had walked through the
mall dressed in a skimpy dress, lead on a leash by that horrid boy
Josh. It must have been some weird dream she thought. But in the
next instant she felt the collar around her neck and the weight of the
leash across her breast and full realization returned. It was not a
dream. It really happened. And it was just the beginning.
She sat up. Why had she put this stupid collar and leash back on as
he had commanded her? And why did she sleep naked as he had ordered?
This was confusing as well. What was she thinking last night? She
could have just slept as usual in her pyjamas and Josh would never had
known the difference. Was she losing it? Was he getting to her? She
must have been really drained last night, she concluded. Too
emotionally drained. That's all. She's rested today. That won't
happen again.
She looked down at the floor near her bed. The mutilated knit dress
was there where she had dropped it last night. A pity he had made her
ruin it. It was a nice dress.
She looked at the clock. Just after 7am. She jumped. She had to get
ready fast to make Josh's 8am deadline. She took off the collar and
leash and hurried into the bathroom. Half an hour later she was
downstairs eating breakfast, already dressed as Josh had instructed in
shorts and t-shirt, except that she was wearing a bra. She did not
want her mother to notice her lack of a bra at the breakfast table so
she decided she would take the bra off later.
"Mom, I'm going to be out with some friends today. I'm not sure when
I'll be home so don't wait lunch. Ok?" Katy was grateful that her
mother was busy reading the paper and was not paying very much
attention to what she was telling her.
"Sure dear, that's fine," her mother answered.
It was 7:45. Katy ran back up to her room, quickly took off her bra,
stuffed the collar and leash into a bag and was just about to leave
the room when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Katy, this is your master."
"Yes, master?" Could it be that he was canceling their day together?
What wonderful luck.
"You can come at 8:30 to pick me up. Use the extra time to pack a
lunch for us. Whatever you have handy in the house will be fine. But
no later than 8:30."
"Yes, master," she answered, but heard the dial tone before she had
finished speaking it.
Okay. Have to pack food. Quickly. She ran back downstairs. Her
mother was still reading and barely noticed her as she packed a cooler
chest full of fruits and sandwiches and juices.
"Going on a picnic with your friends, dear?" her mother finally
inquired.
"Yes, mom."
"Looks like a perfect day for it."
"Yup."
"You're not wearing a brassiere are you, Katherine."
Damn luck, Katy thought.
"Um, no mom. We're gonna go swimming and so I'm packing my swimsuit
and I'll put that on later." Katy knew this made no sense but
sometimes that didn't really matter with her mother.
"Okay, dear, but don't let your father see you that way. You know how
he dislikes such things."
"I know mom. I'll change right away. No prob."
Katy finished her packing and loaded up the car. She would have to
push it to be at the park by 8:30.
Josh was sitting there waiting for her when she pulled up to the curb
at exactly 8:30. She would have been there even earlier but she had
to stop to put on the collar and leash. She was glad that she had
remembered that particular instruction from the night before.
Josh got into the car without greeting her. She waited as he examined
her.
"Ok. T-shirt and shorts. Good. Collar and leash are on. No bra.
Unzip and open your shorts a little so I can see if you got panties
on."
Katy did as she was told, opening the shorts to expose her brown tuft
of pubic hair.
"Very good, Katy. You may leave them open like that for now." he told
her. He then grabbed the leash, about a foot below where it was
snapped onto the collar, and pulled her toward him. He kissed her
lips softly.
This actually startled Katy. She suddenly realized that up to now he
had not even touched her, though he had had many opportunities.
Perhaps that would change today, she wondered. Anxiety crept back
into her mind and she tried not to think about what crazy plans he
might have for her this day.
"Now let's get going. We have a long day ahead of us. Get onto the
interstate going north."
"Yes, master."
Within five minutes, they were driving north on the highway and after
only a few miles Josh instructed her to pull into the rest area.
"Take off your clothes."
Katy looked around. The rest area was nearly empty at this time of
the day. She slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and Josh threw them
into the back seat. Katy felt very odd at the touch of the car seat
against her pussy. In spite of herself she was becoming aroused.
"Sneakers too," Josh said. These too were deported to the back seat.
"Okay. Let's go," Josh ordered and they pulled back onto the highway.
Josh opened the sun roof.
"Master, please. It's too cold still. Maybe later when it warms up?"
"Shut up slut," was his response. Katy looked at him. For some
reason, instead of being angry she felt her feelings hurt. What was
happening to her?
"There!!", Josh shouted suddenly. Now she knew why she had stripped.
Josh pointed to a big 18-wheeler. It was ahead of them on their left.
A man's tanned, hairy arm could be seen in the open, passenger-side
window. "Catch up to them, Katy. Let him see your body." Josh
seemed nearly gleeful. He clearly likes this type of thing, she
thought unhappily. This would be a very long summer.
The little car quickly pulled up alongside the truck and Katy kept the
speed constant to stay directly next to the passenger side window. At
first the trucker did not notice the little car. When he did look
down, though, he became very enthusiastic. Katy had to keep her eyes
on the road, so Josh kept her informed of her audience's behavior.
With the window down on Katy's side and with the sun roof open as
well, the trucker had a clear view of her entire naked body. Josh
waved to the man who gratefully waved back. Josh held up the leash to
make sure he saw that too. The man gave him a big thumb's up,
grinning broadly. Josh could tell the man was relaying information
back to the driver.
Katy was glad she was driving. She could keep her eyes on the road
and try to mentally block out this degrading scenario.
"Hey, cool," Josh said, after several minutes. "He's got a camera."
"He's going to take my picture?" asked Katy in dismay.
"He already did I think," Josh replied. "Quite a few, it looks like."
Omigod, thought Katy. Please let this end. Meanwhile Josh gave a
thumb's up to the trucker, encouraging him to take more pictures.
A few minutes later, the truck accelerated away from them and the man
signaled Josh to follow. Within a mile they pulled into another rest
area. Obeying Josh, Katy parked her car next to the truck.
Immediately the two truckers jumped out, greeting Katy and Josh as
though they were old buddies.
The driver, when he caught sight of Katy, said, "Son of a bitch, Pete,
you weren't kidding, this bitch is a beauty all right."
"How you doin' little lady? My name's Pete, this is my partner
Carl," said the man who had been on the passenger side of the truck.
The two men were now standing next to Katy's door and were ogling her
through the open window and sun roof.
Katy was rigid with fright. She did not want to imagine what these
men might be capable of doing. She was acutely aware that they were
parked at the end of the large parking lot with no other vehicles
nearby. In fact, the huge truck blocked the line of sight between her
car and the rest of the parking lot and the building. No one would
see her plight if these men decided to do anything bad to her. She
kept her eyes straight ahead and did not speak in answer to their
greetings. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Josh broke
the brief silence.
"Hey guys!"
"Hi kid. We like your friend a lot. Say, how old are you anyway,
boy? You look like a pretty young fella." This was the driver who
spoke to Josh.
"Old enough, right?" Josh replied amicably, avoiding a direct answer.
"Your friend here's kinda quiet. Don't she like us?"
"It's her first time doing this. I guess she's just shy," answered
Josh.
"She sure is pretty," said Carl. "How's about she gets out of the car
so we can see her better?"
Katy cringed at this suggestion. Turning to Josh, her face a grimace
of pleading, she whispered to him. "Please. Let's get out of here.
Please."
Josh looked to the two men. "Katy says if you've got a couple of
minutes she'd be glad to get out so you can see her better. No
problem. She's a teeny bit shy though, so maybe you should help her
get out."
In spite of her efforts at stoicism, Katy quietly shed a tear as one
of the truckers opened her car door and pried her fingers from the
wheel. In a second she stood on the asphalt, barefoot and naked
except for her collar and leash. Josh also got out of the car and
took his place next to the two men.
"Stand up straight, Katy. Show them how nice your tits stick out,"
said Josh. Katy obeyed, comprehending the hopelessness of her
situation. She stared blankly at nothing, avoiding eye contact with
the three as she felt them thoroughly explore her body with their
eyes. Her tears returned.
"What's with the leash, kid?" asked Carl. "You two into the kinky
stuff?"
"Katy's my slave." The two men went wide-eyed at this simple
response.
"Whoa, now there's a lucky fella. I wish my daddy had bought me toys
like this when I was your age," said Carl. The two truckers laughed
loudly.
"Say, kid," Carl continued, his eyes still on Katy as he spoke, "how's
about you be a good sport and let me and Pete have a little fun with
Katy here. Just a little quicky for each of us. How `bout it? We
got a real comfy bed up behind the cab."
Katy was in agony. After all he had done to her so far, she fully
expected Josh to let her be raped by these vulgar men. She felt
faint, standing there in the sun. She hoped that they did not have
some foul disease. At least she was on the pill. Thank goodness for
that, at least.
"Sorry, mister," Josh answered. "Can't share her. Not today anyway.
But, look, if you guys come through this way a lot you can give me
your phone number and maybe we can arrange for you to fuck her next
time." A reprieve, thought Katy.
"Yeah, that's cool, kid," Carl answered. "We don't want to be pushy.
Most times people don't follow us into the rest stop like you did.
Appreciate it."
"Tell you what," Carl continued, "you got e-mail? You can e-mail us
sometime. We got our own trucker's website too, where we put our
flasher pictures. Would it be okay if we put your girl's pic on it?"
For the next few minutes, as Katy waited patiently, the three males
happily exchanged e-mail addresses and URL's. Carl announced that if
he could take a few more shots of Katy he would devote an entire page
to her on the website. Josh informed Katy that she should feel
honored and that she could tell all her friend's back at college to
look for her special page on the web. He and the truckers laughed at
this and Pete got the camera ready. "Good thing we got some extra
rolls of film," he said.
For the next half hour the two men took many pictures of Katy, placing
her in a wide variety of humiliatingly erotic poses. In the last few
shots, they stood on each side of Katy as Josh took the pictures.
"These'll look great in your website," Josh announced.
Finally they had enough pictures. Pete and Carl thanked Josh
enthusiastically for the impromptu photo shoot and started to say
their goodbyes.
"Wait a minute, guys," Josh said. "Katy would like to thank you for
taking her picture." Turning to Katy he said, "Katy, give them each a
nice kiss."
Katy reminded herself how much worse this might have been and
answered, "yes, master." Then she stepped toward Carl.
Grinning delightedly, Carl put his arms around Katy and pressed his
lips against hers. Katy was repulsed by the foul smell of the man's
breath and the greasy feel of his whiskers but did not pull away from
his attentions. As his lips lingered on hers and his tongue slipped
into her mouth, Katy felt his huge, rough hands pressing into her
naked buttocks, pulling her slim body against him. Carl placed Katy's
arms around his neck, forcing her to her tiptoes to keep her lips on
his. She dared not pull away without permission. Sliding his hands
up along her waist, Carl genty squeezed and fondled Katy's breasts,
pinching and tweeking the nipples. Sensing Josh's approval, he
continued fondling Katy's naked body, massaging her pussy, kneading
her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, kissing her soft nipples. By
this time Katy was again in tears from the humiliation.
She stood limply as the next man took his turn. Pete did not bother
with the pretext of a kiss at first but dove right into feeling her
up. After thoroughly man-handlng her perfect breasts, he inserted two
fingers deep into her pussy, probing, massaging, squeezing.
Much to her dismay and embarrassment, Katy began to react to this
attention with an increased flow of secretions to her vagina and a
noticeable change in her posture. Instead of standing rigidly, her
body involuntarily moved in usison with the man's manipulations. Oh
God, no, she thought, don't let me lose control. Her fingers dug into
the man's upper arms as she steadied herself. She tried to pull
herself off of the man's thrusting fingers but only succeeded in
giving herself more stimulation. She was going to orgasm she realized
and she wanted it! She felt like a slut but did not care. She wanted
this orgasm. Seconds later her lithe frame bucked and spasmed against
Pete's hand, her breasts jiggling wildly. Then it was over. Peter
withdrew his fingers and sniffed them happily. Katy slumped to the
ground, exhausted and shamed.
For several seconds, Katy just sat on the hot pavement, her weight on
her right thigh and her right hand. Too mortified to face her
tormenters, she stared at the ground, still breathing heavily. She
could not imagine how she must look to them. Naked and collared in a
public parking lot, flushed from an orgasm. What was happening to
her? Then she felt the warm liquid strike against her belly and legs.
Rain? She looked down in shock as more spurts of hot semen splattered
over her. Oh God please not that too, she thought.
Unknown to Katy, while Pete had been enjoying his "kiss", Carl,
inspired by the show, had started masturbating behind her. He reached
orgasm a few seconds after Katy had dropped to the ground and he
directed his output to her torso and legs. Meanwhile Pete wasted no
time and was soon ejaculating in gushers as well. Josh called her
name. Involuntarily, she looked up just in time to receive a long
streamer of semen across her face, into her eye, across her lips, and
over her hair and ears. Pete finished his large load on her upper
chest and breasts.
"Wow, cool," proclaimed Josh.
"Oohh, gross." said Katy. She started to wipe the semen out of her
left eye but Josh stopped her. "Leave it there, Katy. It looks
nice."
The two truckers, now sated, left quickly after they and Josh
confirmed their plans to communicate later for a second tryst.
As the truck pulled away, Katy and Josh got back into the car. Josh
let her put her t-shirt back on but did not let her clean or even
disturb the cum that now dripped down her face, torso, and legs. He
directed her to pull back onto the highway.
"Master, can I please go home now," Katy begged.
"Go home? No. We have a long day ahead of us and we haven't even
started it yet. Our exit is not far."
Katy suppressed a tear. A dribble of cum slid down from her nose and
onto her upper lip. She could smell the musky odor of it as she
inhaled.
"Okay, Katy. This is our exit. We're almost there."
Katy Surrenders - Part 5
Following Josh's instructions, Katy pulled off the highway at the next
exit. At the end of the exit ramp, Josh told her to turn left and for
several minutes they drove on a quiet country highway, warm sun
pouring into the car through the open sun roof.
Katy knew this area somewhat. Lots of farms along this road. She
thought she remembered coming here, when she was much younger, with
her parents and some other families for a church picnic. She looked
down at herself. There was still some sticky cum drying on the top of
her thigh. Her t-shirt felt like it was glued to her chest from the
semen splattered over her breasts. For the first time since leaving
the rest area she peeked into the mirror. There was cum all over her
forehead and in her hair. A big thick glob of it still nestled in one
of her ears. This did not feel like another church picnic, Katy
mused. In spite of her anxiety and disgust at her predicament, the
idea made her smile.
"Katy?", said Josh finally. This was the first he had spoken since
leaving the highway.
"Yes, master?"
"Let's repeat your lesson from last night. I want you to learn this
by heart. Katy, are you my slave?"
"Yes, master."
"Say it."
"I am your slave, master."
"And you will obey my every command?"
"I will obey your every command, master."
"Are you my property?"
"I am your property, master."
"Ok. Now repeat it by yourself."
"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property."
"Good. One more time, with feeling."
"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property," Katy repeated the lines, trying somehow to make herself
sound sincere.
"That's not bad, Katy. We can practice more later on."
"Yes, master."
"You're really a stinking mess, you know it? Do you like driving
around covered in cum?"
Katy barely restrained her temper. Perhaps he wanted a pretext to
punish her, she thought.
"Yes master. I'm a stinking mess. But I don't really like staying
this way," she added hopefully.
"Well, I don't care what you like. What you like or don't like is not
important. But I sure ain't gonna touch you while you're still
covered in trucker cum." A mixed blessing, thought Katy.
"I know a place up ahead where you can get cleaned up. I'll let you
know when to slow down."
A few minutes later they pulled off the road into a small gravel
parking lot. A half-dozen cars were already parked there, in the
shade of an adjoining wood. There was no one in sight.
"There's a really great swimming hole here. Let's go for a dip. You
can clean yourself up in the brook."
Here we go again, Katy, thought. "Master, I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"Jeez, Katy, you sure are a slow learner. Just take off the collar
and leash and you'll be fine in the t-shirt. It's a real informal
swimming hole."
"May I please wear my shorts too, master."
"Nope. Let's go."
This was awful, Katy thought. Her t-shirt was not very long. Long
enough perhaps, but just barely so. As she followed him down the
wooded trail, careful of her bare feet on the pebbles and sticks, she
could hear the sound of adults and children playing in the water. Her
mood, already dismal, was plummeting fast.
The short trail to the brook came out of the woods at a small rocky
cliff above the swimming area. From there Josh and Katy had a good
view of the swimmers before they noticed them. There were at least
two families with young kids and an assortment of teenagers and older
people, about 15 people in all. The actual swimming area was small.
This number of people seemed to be about the maximum for comfort. Katy
noticed a pair of teenage boys across the stream who were jumping into
the water from an overhanging tree. Seemingly the water was deep
enough in spots for diving and jumping.
The only way to the water was to walk past the group of people
relaxing on the sandy bank. At first no one really noticed them as
they carefully threaded their way around blankets, water toys, and
picnic coolers. Katy tried valiantly to pull the hem of her t-shirt
down without also making it obvious that she was not wearing
underwear. Josh walked ahead of Katy who followed him close behind,
trying to hide behind him as much as she could. As they passed one
lady, a young mother assembling lunch for a toddler on the sand next
to her, she looked up from her work to smile in greeting to Josh and
then turned to Katy to greet her as well. Katy was unnerved when the
young mother's smiling face converted immediately to one of wide-eyed
shock at the sight of her. Katy realized that the woman was looking
at the splatters of dried cum still very visible in her hair and
around her face. The woman's husband must have noticed his wife's
change in expression also because he immediately followed her gaze to
Katy's face. His expression changed too, but to one of amused
curiosity. The man's scrutiny continued down her body, his eyebrows
rising stupidly at the sight of her lovely tanned legs barely covered
by the sticky t-shirt. With great relief, Katy reached the water and
quickly submerged herself in the cold, concealing stream.
Josh took off his sneakers and t-shirt and plunged into the water in
his cut-off shorts. Katy tiptoed her way into the middle of the
stream, heading for deeper water. Josh swam over to her.
"Katy, you can go down to that spot over there and clean off," he told
her pointing to a pool a little ways downstream from the main area.
"I'm gonna jump off the tree a couple of times." With that he swam
away and climbed out on the other side of the stream, under the big
jumping tree. Within seconds he had joined the other two boys in
their sport.
Gratefully, Katy moved away from the crowd and got to work scrubbing
off the remnants of the truckers' amorous attentions. She was fairly
successful, though it took persistence to get all of the dried semen
out of her hair, with only cold water and no soap.
Josh rejoined her just as she was coming up for air from a final
rinsing. He wasn't alone, which somehow did not surprise Katy.
"Katy, this is Mike. Mike, this is my slave, Katy." Mike looked
younger than Josh, perhaps thirteen, possibly fourteen.
"Hey," said Mike.
"Hi," answered Katy. Mike looked a little disappointed. "How do I
know she's your slave? You're just crazy," he said to Josh.
"Well, duck down underwater and take a look at her pussy," Josh
suggested.
"Her pussy??" Mike's interest was re-enkindled at the sound of this
sacred word. The next instant his head disappeared underwater and
emerged after several seconds, blowing water and grinning widely.
"Holy shit, wow, man," he exclaimed. Katy guessed Mike was setting
personal records for eloquence today. Teenage boys were so incredibly
tiresome. But this was becoming very humiliating as well.
Josh's eyes met Katy's. He seemed to communicate both reproach and
encouragement.
"Would you like to see her tits too?"
"Are you for real? Course, yes!!" replied Mike, with none of the
usual teenage attitude of cool aloofness. Katy presumed that these
would be the first breasts Mike had ever seen in person. Josh had
also classified Mike as a virgin when he had met him on the stream
bank and had decided to give him a treat. Josh knew that the kid
might never again have another chance to see such a perfect female
body up close. Watching his new slave washing herself in the stream
below, Josh had felt suddenly magnanimous toward his unluckier
brethren and so had offered to let Mike have a "peek" at his slave
girl. Mike had been incredulous but figured he had nothing to lose by
going along with it. Mike was now a believer.
"Slave, duck down in the water so nobody else can see you and then
lift up your t-shirt for Mike," instructed Josh. Katy reluctantly
obeyed, answering "yes, master."
"‘Yes, master', wow, cool," said Mike before dunking his head below
surface. He came up spluttering after an heroically long time holding
his breath.
"Can I touch?" he asked, gasping for breath. "Sure," replied Josh.
Katy winced. For the next several minutes, Katy endured the
humiliation of having her breasts, nipples, buttocks, genitals, belly,
and thighs variously touched, prodded, massaged, pinched, and
thoroughly explored by the young boy. Finally he stopped.
"We gotta go, Mike," said Josh. "I'll see you later, okay?" Katy
wondered if that was a rhetorical "later" or if Josh had something
further planned for Mike. She resolved to risk his displeasure by
asking him later. She certainly hoped this would be the last she
would see of Mike.
"Yeah, sure," replied Mike. "Oh! And thanks, guy. She sure is a
babe."
Josh and Katy started back upstream toward the clearing where the
other swimmers were lounging and eating their picnic foods.
"Oh, shit!!!!" exclaimed Katy. She had suddenly comprehended that she
was about to emerge from the water to become the instant default
winner of the wet t-shirt contest. She looked down into the water.
The thin t-shirt was practically transparent. He did it to me again
she thought, the little devil.
"Please, master," she started to beg, "can we please go down further
and into the woods that way?" Katy made an instinctive attempt to put
on her prettiest, poutiest, most irresistible face. This face, when
used on the males in her life, had, on many occasions, dissolved the
most formidable obstacles to her wishes. But not this time.
"Nope," was Josh's reply. "We're going back through the beach. Now
walk ahead of me. I wanna see the reactions." Josh giggled. Katy
whined.
They emerged from the water and, with Katy in the lead, walked briskly
past the picnickers. By the stares and stolen glances from the people
on the beach, Katy knew that her physical assets were easily visible.
In fact, her breasts bounced freely, pasted to the shirt, her dark
nipples clearly outlined and protruding. One poor fellow happened to
look up from his magazine just as Katy reached him and came face to
face with the wet outline of her pubic hair as she scampered past. He
blinked, more than a little confused. Katy finally stepped past them
all and literally ran up the trail and back into the woods, with Josh
close behind.
Back at the car, Josh asked her, "now wasn't that kinda fun, Katy?"
"No, it was not fun, master, there were little kids there. They saw
me naked, just about."
"Better get used to things like this, Katy, because as my slave you
will have to do more than that. Got it?" Josh seemed unhappy with
Katy's response.
"Yes, master. I understand, master," she replied, trying to mollify
him.
"Let's go. It's getting late and I'm getting hungry."
"My new car, master. The seats will get all wet."
"Not a problem. I came prepared." Josh reached into the back seat of
the car and pulled out the large backpack and he had thrown in there
when he had met her in the morning. He pulled out two towels. From
one of them fell a bikini swimsuit.
"Master?? There was a swimsuit all along." Katy pouted.
"Yeah but you'll wear it when I want you to, not when you want to."
Katy helped him cover the seats with the towels and they were on their
way again.
"How much further master?" Katy asked him after they had been driving
for about 20 minutes.
"It's just up ahead. Turn right here. Left." Katy pulled onto a
dusty old farm road and drove up a hill. They drove past a large hay
field. Over the crest of the hill stood an old barn, empty and
dilapidated.
"Drive up to the barn," Josh instructed.
Josh carried the cooler of food and Katy the backpack as they entered
the old building. Katy flinched several times on the way in as she
stepped hard on sharp rocks in the road.
Inside the barn it was quiet and cool with the sweet smell of old hay
permeating the dusty interior. Though mostly unused, the barn was
still structurally sound. Huge wooden beams supported a second story
which extended through half of the barn's interior space.
Josh put the cooler down next to an interior wall. Katy set the pack
next to it.
"Whose barn is this?" she asked.
"What did you say?" Katy jumped at the tone in his voice.
"Forgive me master. I meant, whose barn is this, master?"
"It belongs to the father of one of my friends. I've been here a lot
of times. Nobody is going to be coming here. Least not today. Just
us." As he spoke, Josh opened his pack again and started emptying it,
spreading its contents on the hay-covered floor. Katy began to get
alarmed. There were things that looked liked whips, also belts,
chains, handcuffs, and other items she did not recognize but that did
not look pleasant.
Josh selected two items that Katy concluded were the world's ugliest
bracelets and motioned to her to offer her wrists. They were heavy,
leather, padded with a soft sheepskin. When he had locked them onto
her wrists he told her to try to remove them. She could not. They
were too tight to fit over her hands, but not tight enough to hurt.
She could not simply unbuckle them because the buckles were locked
with tiny padlocks. With another, larger, padlock, he locked the two
bracelets together in front of her. Josh put the keys in his pocket.
He led her to a spot in the center of the barn and there he tied her
ankles together with handcuffs. The keys to these were also pocketed.
Walking to the side wall he took up a heavy rope which Katy realized
was attached to a big pulley located precisely above her head. Josh
let the other end of the rope descend toward her. Katy watched
mesmerized as a large iron hook slowly dropped. When it was at her
eye level, Josh tied off the pulley rope again and returned to her
side. With a short belt he attached the wrist cuffs to the hook.
Then, with a few quick pulls on the pulley rope, Josh hoisted Katy
into the air, suspended by her wrists. Her toes brushed useless
across the hay just below her feet.
Katy was surprised at the sensation of helplessness produced by this
form of confinement. Uncomfortable, humiliating, degrading, and
deliciously exciting. The feeling of vulnerability was extreme. Her
senses swam in confusion. What was happening to her? She tried to
regain her control, her perspective.
Josh let the rope out a few inches. Katy's toes touched solid wood.
The strain on her wrists relaxed. Not so bad, Katy thought. Kind of
interesting, in fact.
Josh returned to her side, then stood in front of her. He was holding
a huge knife, open and shiny. Katy jumped. She tried to free herself
but it was completely hopeless.
"What are you doing??"
"I forgot to take off your t-shirt, stupid me," Josh answered.
Katy stood rock steady as Josh used the sharp knife to cut away her
shirt. Within seconds, she was naked. Naked and bound. Completely
exposed and vulnerable.
Josh moved out of view behind her. She waited for whatever was his
next whim. She had no choice.
She heard a soft sound. Exceedingly brief and whisper quiet. Then
another sound, very close. A loud, sharp, angry sound. A nanosecond
later, she felt it. Agonizing, horrible, sickening pain in her back
where he had flogged her with the belt. Her body leaped of its own
accord, repelled by this violation. Then she screamed. It was not a
scream for help, nor a scream for mercy. It was a simple scream of
pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
It was Katy's first such scream. But not her last.
Katy Surrenders - Part 6
Katy did not understand what had happened at first. The fact that she
had been struck with a whip did not actually enter her mind in the
first few seconds after It happened. Her whole mental focus was on
the agonizing pain itself, not on its cause. As the pain subsided
though, she tried to comprehend, and then she did understand. She
understood where she was and what she was. She understood slavery.
Anger flashed and faded, replaced immediately with fear. Her body
tightened, waiting for another stroke. She cried, sobbing, with tears
of pain and fear. Seconds passed. Josh did not hit her. Please,
God, she prayed, let it be just the one stroke.
"Katy, I want you to beg me to hit you again."
She was incredulous. Another? What had she done to deserve such
punishment? And he expected her to BEG for it?
"Please, master, no more whip. Please. Please. I'll do anything you
want."
"Don't be stupid, Katy, you've already agreed to do anything I want.
You've even memorized it. Forgotten already?"
"No, master," Katy whispered, slumping into despair.
"Recite it again, Katy. Time to practice."
Katy hesitated. Josh watched. Would she rebel? Was his hold on her
strong enough? He feared he had gone too far. Katy tugged down on
the rope that held her arms above her head. She stood straight and
began to speak in a quiet, subdued tone.
"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property."
"Very good, Katy." Josh breathed a sigh of relief. "Then, obey."
"Master, I beg you to whip me again. Please." Katy's voice trembled
as she spoke the words.
"You really don't sound like you mean it, Katy. Beg harder." Katy
repeated her request, trying hard to sound sincere. "Please Master.
Please whip me again. I beg you to whip me. Please. Please."
"Okay. Okay. If that's what you want," answered Josh, finally.
Katy's body went taut in anticipation. Again the faint, brief noise
of the leather belt going through the air. Again the loud snap as it
struck her backside, this time directly across both buttocks. And
again an instant later, she felt the intense, searing pain.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Katy's scream filled the empty barn.
Then there was silence except for the creaking noise of the ropes and
pulley as Katy pulled on her bonds, in a futile attempt to escape her
misery.
Josh regarded his handiwork. Two angry red welts adorned Katy's
backside, one diagonally across the middle of her back, the other
horizontally across her buttocks. Katy's naked body glistened with
sweat as she hung from her wrists.
Josh cautiously touched the reddened skin where the belt had struck
her lower back. Katy jumped, not from the pain, but from surprise.
She had not heard him moving closer to her.
"Does it hurt to touch you there, Katy?"
"Umm... no master, not really much," she managed to answer.
"I think that's enough of the belt for now, Katy. Don't beg for
more."
"Okay, master." Katy's mood brightened at this news.
Josh went to the side of the barn and untied the pulley rope. Katy,
her hands now released from the hook, let herself drop to a sitting
position. The stiff, dry hay pricked her skin and stung where it
touched the bruise on her buttocks, but it felt good to relax her body
in the musty stuff. She looked over her shoulder at Josh, waiting for
his next command.
Josh didn't speak but instead sat down in the hay next to her.
Sitting only inches away, his eyes roamed her body, studying her
features and faults as he had not done before. Katy suddenly felt
very aware of her nudity and, in spite of all she had been through in
the last 24 hours, blushed deeply. She watched his eyes and in them
she could read how much the sight of her body excited him. She
expected that at any moment he would start to explore her body with
his hands as well as his eyes. Curiously, the thought neither angered
nor alarmed her. But still he did not touch her. Would he never
touch her, she wondered.
Josh rose to his feet, ordering her to do likewise. With one of his
keys, he uncoupled the wrist cuffs but left them on her. The
padlocks, one on each wrist, made her arms feel very heavy. Josh then
sat back down in the hay, relaxing again. Katy remained standing,
knowing better than to sit without permission. Already, she knew and
feared the belt. She did not want to learn the feel of the other
devices that Josh had brought in his backpack: the whips and crops and
who knew what else. She guessed she had not seen all of the nasty
items that were in there.
Josh leaned his back against a wall as he scrutinized her. Again she
felt so naked, too helpless and exposed, simply standing in front of
him in silence. If he would just talk it would be better, even if
only to berate her. Several times she nearly lost her balance in the
soft hay. The handcuffs tying her ankles together made it difficult
to keep her equilibrium.
Finally, Josh spoke. "Turn around. Show me your back." Katy obeyed.
"Those belt marks are really red now, Katy. They look nice." Katy
had not thought of this possibility before but now realized that her
skin must be quite visibly damaged where he had struck her, because it
had hurt so much. She despaired. She would not be able to wear her
new bikini next weekend. This was horrible. Then another thought
came to her and she felt even greater despair. Stupid girl, she
thought to herself. What bikini? What weekend? Your life,
everything, is at the whim of this boy. He owns you. He really owns
you. Forget about it. All you can do is obey him and hope he's
happy. What a strange, horrible situation. These thoughts raced
through her mind, even as Josh's gaze lingered over the soft, rounded
curves of her hips and thighs. Inch by inch, thought by thought, her
brain crept toward an understanding of her new status. You are his
slave, she told herself. You've gotten yourself into this mess and
there's nothing you can do about it. Just like he says: you are his
slave, you must do everything he tells you to do, you are his
property. If he wants to whip you, he will. If he wants you to beg
him to whip you, you will. All of these thoughts spun around in
Katy's consciousness, disturbing her. They disturbed her in a
frightening way. She was becoming sexually aroused. No, she thought,
she can't be. But she could feel the wetness and the tingling. You
are a slave, she thought. She was confused, her mind and senses in
turmoil.
"Katy?" Good, she thought. Say something, do something, so I don't
have to think these thoughts.
"Yes, master?"
"Don't you think I should mark you in the front like I've marked you
in the back? To make it even, I mean, you know?"
"Yes, master."
"Hmmm. I dunno ‘bout that, Katy. It's a lot of work swinging that
belt. Really tires me out."
"I'm very sorry, master. I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble."
Katy could not believe her own ears, but the words, those stupidly
submissive phrases, came out as though they were the most natural
thing in the world to say. Josh, too, was surprised at how quickly
and thoroughly she was accepting her new role. He wondered if she was
trying to trick him.
"Well, if I do it for you, it will only be if you beg me to." Katy
winced. She really did not want to feel that belt on her front side.
She could not imagine how painful it would be on her breasts or even
her tummy. Yet, if she did not try to appease him he might, no,
probably would, devise a much more painful alternative. She would
have to beg him to do it. She knew this was the lesson she was being
taught.
"Master, I beg you to whip me in the front also." She spoke the words
quietly and, she feared, with not enough feeling.
"Stupid, stupid cunt. You beg your master with your back to him??
What kind of idiot are you?? Turn around and kneel at my feet if you
have to beg me." The words stung. I'm NOT stupid she thought. How
dare he? But the anger dimmed quickly , immediately, replaced with
another, nearly opposite feeling. A feeling of surrender? Of
devotion? What was that feeling? A not unpleasant feeling. So
confusing.
Turning, Katy knelt in the hay at his feet, her bare knees nearly
brushing the soles of his sneakers. She resumed her plea for the
belt.
"Master, I beg you to whip me in the front. Please, Master. Please
whip me in the front." She tried so hard to sound as earnest as she
could that she nearly convinced herself that she wanted it.
"I'll think about it, Katy. I'm not sure yet, though. Maybe if
you're all set up for a good whipping I might be inspired. Yeah,
let's try that. Come on, follow me." Immediately Josh jumped up and
walked quickly away toward the back of the barn. "Hurry up slave," he
called to her.
Katy did her best to keep up with him but it was impossible to walk
fast with her ankle cuffs. She could only take very tiny steps. Josh
was already at the other end of the barn looking back toward her.
"HURRY UP," he shouted. Katy felt like she was in one of those awful
dreams where she tried to run but could only go very slowly. Josh
started walking back toward her, looking angry. "I TOLD YOU TO
HURRY," he shouted again.
"I'm sorry, master," Katy replied, trying to sound pitiable. Josh
walked at her side, encouraging her to greater speed with harsh slaps
to her buttocks.
"OwW." He seemed to be targeting the belt mark. Katy's hands were
free and she very nearly made the mistake of trying to cover her rear
with her palms. She knew this would be a bad mistake and resisted the
urge, letting him have his way with her tender skin. He was hitting
her hard and it hurt a lot but again that feeling started to increase
in her. She was becoming more aroused again. It was the touch of his
hand on her skin, she thought. It's a natural thing. Doesn't mean
anything. Finally they reached their destination, after many spanks.
Josh motioned to her to stand with her back against a vertical beam.
This was a massive wooden support for a part of the hay loft. It was
really little more than a rough hewn log perhaps 12 inches in
diameter. At various points, mostly at eye level and higher, were
placed wooden dowels and large nails from which one could hang tools
or ropes. Obediently Katy placed herself against the beam. Josh
grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head and then back,
painfully. She heard and felt the click of the padlock as he
reconnected the two wrist cuffs. This was extremely uncomfortable,
worse than the partial suspension of before. Her wrists were tied
behind the beam straining her arms painfully. It also lifted her
breasts and forced them to stick out embarrassingly. She could not
see him but she could hear Josh busying himself behind her. Seconds
later she felt his fingers at her bound wrists and then felt her arms
being pulled up and back yet further.
"Owwww," she exclaimed. Josh had tied one end of a rope to her wrist
cuffs and had looped the other end around a beam above her head and
was now pulling her arms up with the rope. Instinctively she
straightened her body and got on her tiptoes to relieve the strain on
her aching arms. Josh merely pulled tighter to take up that slack as
well. When both body and rope were as tight as could be, he tied off
the end. Katy tried to relax but her body ached. She felt Josh's
fingers at her ankles. Heavy coarse rope was being wound around her
ankles and calves and then tied securely. Finally Josh stood a few
paces in front of her to assess his work.
Katy had never felt so vulnerable and helpless. She could barely
move.
"Katy, you are so fucking gorgeous."
"Thank you, master," Katy managed to breathe.
"Now, about that belt," Josh continued. Oh God no, Katy thought, not
that. Please, please. In spite of herself, she tugged and twisted at
her bonds but only succeeded in causing herself more discomfort. Josh
grinned.
"I can see you're eager for the belt."
"Yes, master," Katy replied, remembering to take the prudent course in
her answers.
"But first I need to do one more thing." With that he ran at top
speed to the front of the barn and immediately back again carrying his
loaded backpack. This he dropped to the floor behind Katy. Within
seconds he pulled out a bandana-like cloth and wrapped it around her
head, completely covering her eyes. He tied the ends securely behind
her head. Katy winced as the knot roughly pulled at her silky brown
hair. And now she could see nothing.
Hearing him step away she expected at any moment to hear that horrible
whisper noise. Her brain re-played the sound in her mind, in spite of
her efforts to think of something else. She listened intently. Her
body involuntarily tensed at every soft sound she heard. Was that a
bird? Or the belt? A breeze this time? Or would the next instant
bring the torturous sting of the leather? The seconds passed. Josh
was silent. Was he still in the barn? She could not hear him. Did
he leave her? Was this his new way to torment her? Maybe this was
worse than the belt, she thought. Her arms hurt so much. How long
had it been? He must have gone out of the barn. Katy felt frightened
now. He would not leave her this way, would he?
"Master?" She asked for him, hesitantly. No answer. Silence. She
heard birds singing outside the barn. And crickets. Her arms hurt
more. Now her legs and ankles grew tired and joined in the general
aching. How long had she been like this? Five minutes? Twenty? She
had no idea. This end of the barn, away from the door, was much
warmer. Getting hot. No breeze. Sweat trickled down from her brow
and down the side of her face. The drops of sweat were the only
activity in the barn as far as she could tell. Their journey down her
skin absorbed her interest. Across her collarbone now. Tickling
maddeningly as they dripped quickly between her breasts and down her
belly. Then they disappeared from her awareness as they entered the
tiny patch of trimmed brown hair above her pussy. Other drops took
their place. On her brow, her arms, her thighs. Would she go mad?
Where was the little jerk, her master?
"Master?" She called again, this time with more urgency.
"Josh! Where are you? Are you there?" She knew she risked his anger
by not calling him master but she needed him to be there. She wanted
to hear his voice. She wanted him.
"Bad, bad slave, Katy. Talking without permission. Not calling me
master. This is very bad, Katy."
Katy didn't hear the words. The sound of his voice was enough. What
a relief! He had been right in front of her all along. What a little
jerk! But he had not left her.
"You'll have to be punished, now, Katy."
"Yes, master. Please forgive me master."
"I forgive you, Katy. And now for your punishment."
Okay, thought Katy, now comes the whip. Get it over. This stretching
has to be worse.
"Yes, master." She braced herself for the pain. She heard him move
closer. He must be inches away. She could her him breathing. What
was he doing? He couldn't flog her from so close. Then she felt his
touch. His fingers lightly brushed her right breast, stroking her
nipple. This is not torture. This is nice. Finally he is going to
touch me, she thought. It took him long enough. Most of the guys she
had known could barely keep their hands off of her. Josh's fingers
felt very nice. Now they were on both breasts. Feels so good. Katy
could feel herself getting wet. Very wet. Her nipples were so
sensitive. She loved to have them touched like this. Did he know
that too? She didn't care anymore. Just keep touching. So nice.
PAIN. Dreadful, deep, agonizing pain. Josh was pinching her nipples
with his fingers as hard as he could. Katy screamed. Loud. Long.
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh"
"NO!!!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!!" She begged him with the purest
sincerity. Josh pinched harder. Katy screamed again. And again.
Finally he released his grip on her nipples, letting her breasts drop.
The pain surged as the blood flowed back. She whimpered, then sucked
in air. The pain diminished gradually. Tears filled her eyes.
"Katy, I think you should thank me for doing that. It was for your
own good but it was a lot of trouble for me to have to do it."
"Yes, master. Thank you master." Tell him anything he wants to hear,
Katy thought. Make him happy. Don't cross him. He can and will
hurt. She needed to get down from this beam. Her arms were in agony,
but she dared not speak of it.
As though he had read her mind, Josh untied the rope that held her
wrists to the beam above. Katy felt in heaven as the strain on her
arms relaxed. Then he unlocked the wrist cuffs and untied the rope
holding her legs. She was free of the beam. Quickly, though, Josh
locked her cuffs together again, this time behind her back. Pulling
her collar and leash from the backpack, Josh locked these on her as
well. The makeshift blindfold was removed. He then picked up the end
of the leash and led her to yet another part of the barn.
The heavy metal of the padlock bumped against her tailbone as she
walked behind him. The handcuffs were still on her ankles so walking
was very difficult with the leash pulling on her neck. Without her
hands to help her, she was constantly on the verge of losing her
balance as she hobbled forward. Josh looked back at her as they went,
intrigued by the way Katy's breasts bounced and jiggled to the erratic
rhythm of her steps. They finally stopped in front of a horse stall.
The stall was about 6 feet by 8 feet and was lined with clean straw.
In the middle of the stall was a small mattress. It looked like
something from an old cot. It was stained with rusty red lines where
the old bedsprings had touched it. Katy imagined the other side of
the mattress was even less appealing.
He's leading me to a mattress, she thought. Not too hard to guess
what comes now. Or is it? Maybe he'll just tie me up again, she
wondered.
"Katy?"
"Yes, master?"
"I want to have sex with you." He spoke quietly, almost nervously.
Oookay, Katy thought. This is different. What's happened to mean Mr.
Master? Suddenly so tender. It almost sounded like a request. Like
he was asking if he could. She was definitely used to that from guys.
Now she felt like she was on familiar ground. But she answered as she
had been trained, not as her old self.
"Yes, master. I am your property."
Katy somehow felt some sort of pleasure in this response. She had to
give herself to him. There could be no guilt. She had no choice. He
owned her after all. She had no free will anymore.
"Katy. Look, I gotta tell you something. Sit down on the mattress."
"Yes, master." Katy obeyed. Tell her something? She was suddenly
very curious.
"I'm a virgin."
Josh announced this as though he were telling her he had some
incurable disease or that he had just killed Kermit the Frog. Katy
could not stop herself from giggling. Josh raised his eyebrows. He
actually looked hurt by her laughter. So this was it, she thought.
He's embarrassed. Shy about sex. Can't let him get angry. Quickly
she knelt at his feet, all smiles gone from her face.
"Master, please forgive me. I'm sorry for laughing. Really. I'm not
laughing at you. I think it's precious that you're a virgin. It's
ok. We were all virgins once, right? Master?" She watched his face
soften. She could tell he wanted her badly.
"Katy. I want to have sex with you. Right now. Teach me, ok?"
"Teach you, master? It's not really very difficult." She could
barely suppress her laughter. "But I will help you if you want,
master."
"Yes. Help me a little. And don't you dare laugh or anything. Maybe
I'm not as big as some of the guys you've been with." Oh dear, Katy
thought. Men are all worried about that.
"Certainly I won't laugh, master. And I'm sure you are just the right
size for me." This was not the first time she had used that line.
"Okay. Then, I guess let's do it. Umm. But I want you to beg me for
it."
This was the first time she had ever had to beg for sex, Katy thought,
but there had been many firsts for her these past two days.
"Yes, master."
This could be fun, Katy thought.
Katy Surrenders - Part 7
"I want you to beg me for it, Katy," Josh repeated.
Katy knelt in the hay of the stall, naked, collared, leashed. Josh
had disconnected her wrist cuffs and removed her ankle cuffs, freeing
her limbs. Her backside was marked with two painful welts from the
leather belt. Her nipples were sore from his pinching them. Her arms
still ached from being tied to the beam. She was dusty and sweaty.
In spite of all that, or perhaps because of it, she was aroused. She
had been teased and humiliated all day. She had been fondled by the
truckers on the highway, groped by the kid at the swimming hole, and
then tied up and tortured by Josh. She was wet with arousal. Her
body screamed for release. She wanted this boy. She wanted sex.
Begging for it would not be difficult.
"Master, I want you to have sex with me. Please, master."
"Oh come on, Katy. You can talk dirty with your master. Let's hear
it better."
"Master, I beg you to fuck me. Please fuck me. Please, master."
Katy watched his face for a positive reaction. This was very
embarrassing. She was not accustomed to talking like this. And he
seemed to want more. Her imagination was limited in this regard. How
else could she phrase it? Boys were such nasty little creatures.
"Master, I'm begging you. Please fuck me. Please put your beautiful
hard cock into me. I beg you to come inside me. Please, master.
Fuck me." Katy was running out of ideas. Still Josh only sat there
watching her. Maybe he's really too shy about it, thought Katy. A
more physical form of begging might be what he wants, she decided.
Slowly and gracefully, without asking his permission, she rose to her
feet. Josh still stood at the opening to the stall, watching her. He
did not object to her getting up. He seemed paralyzed. Very shy and
very horny, Katy suspected. But she would break him out of his
trance, she smiled to herself. She knew her skill with men. And she
needed to make him happy, she reasoned. If she did not, he would end
up being very disappointed and frustrated - which would make him very
mean and angry - which would mean the whip and the beam or worse for
his little slave girl. Yep, better be nice to master. Very, very
nice.
Katy stood naked before him. She posed. She raised her arms way
above her head as though stretching after a long sleep. Josh watched.
He saw how Katy's breasts rose and fell with the movement of her arms.
He saw the gentle curve of her waist, widening to her full, round
hips. So feminine, so enticing. He saw, as she spread her legs with
her posing, the delicious brown lips of her pussy. He longed to touch
that place. To kiss it. To put his penis there and push it in. His
penis swelled within his jean shorts, becoming very uncomfortable. He
wanted to take off his pants, to touch his penis, but even now he was
shy. Would she laugh at him? Even if she didn't would she think he
was too small? He tried to convince himself that it didn't matter.
She's just a slave. It doesn't matter what she thinks. Still...
He watched her move. She swayed and stretched. She caressed herself.
He watched, entranced. His slave was a goddess. Not just a babe: a
goddess. His penis hurt. He had never been this hard before.
She stepped toward him. She was right in front of him now, only
inches away. She was beautiful, naked, collared, his property. Still
he did not touch her. He wanted to savor this moment, this first time
with his slave.
He looked down at her body, at the warm curves of her breasts. Could
he feel their warmth? His gaze moved to the gentle swelling of her
hips, then to the soft, trimmed patch of hair below her belly. He
wanted her badly. He wanted to ravish her. He would.
Like a marble statue he stood, and watched her. He watched her
slender tan arms encircle his waist, embracing him, lightly pressing
her body against his. Of their own accord his own arms mimicked hers,
wrapping themselves around her narrow waist. His hands rested on her
buttocks and touched her skin. How could her skin be so soft? The
bulge in his shorts screamed to his brain, shrieked for freedom, but
Josh's brain was now vanilla pudding. He was mesmerized by this
vision in his arms.
Her face moved slowly toward his. A kiss, he thought. That's okay.
Time for a kiss. Her lips, her cheek, caressed his, then touched his
ear. John's face was veiled by her silky hair. The perfume, her
perfume, was there, making him dizzy. A tickle in his ear now. She's
whispering to me. What is she saying?
Katy purred into his ear, barely loud enough to hear. "Fuck me
master. Pleeeease, fuck me." Then a kiss on his ear lobe. Then
again. "Fuck me master. Pleeeease, fuck me. I beg you." Another
kiss. Josh's paralysis ended.
"Oh God," Josh breathed, as he squeezed her tightly against his chest,
burying his mouth into her neck, kissing her, licking her, as his
hands pawed up and down her back.
"Oooofff", said Katy, as he forced the air out of her in his
passionate groping. Well, she had started him up, she thought. Now
for the ride.
An instant later Katy found herself flat on her back on the filthy,
stinky mattress, with Josh on top of her. Another, louder, "ooofff"
came out of Katy. Josh had impatiently, and a little painfully,
skipped the part where the couple is supposed to ease themselves
gently onto the bed.
Katy recovered and began to kiss him gently even as his hands and lips
ravished her cruelly. His hands were all over her, and not at all
gently. Her breasts were squeezed and kneaded, pinched, pawed, even
bitten. This hurts, Katy thought. Must somehow teach him to be
gentle, just as his fingers found her pussy, now soaked in her sexual
secretions.
"OWWooooooo", she cried, as his fingers pushed roughly into her, then
squeezed. But even as the pain of this intrusion subsided, his
fingers pressed and tickled those wonderful places inside of her, her
secret places, and she responded to that touch, arching her hips
happily. But then, before she could explore this sensation, his
fingers were out of her. Now these same fingers were in her face, at
her lips.
"Lick them," he barked. Katy obeyed. Disgusting taste. Slimy. She
had never done this before. Would never have done this. So
humiliating, degrading.
"Close your eyes," he told her. "Close them tight. Don't you dare
open them." Why, Katy wondered, but she obeyed. He was fully in
control again.
As her eyes closed, she felt him get off of her, but could feel him
somewhere on the mattress above her. Is he looking at her body? No,
it sounds like he's taking off his shorts. Yes. He's too shy to let
his own slave see him naked. Jeez, is he THAT small, she wondered.
His movements stopped. His shorts were off. She felt his hand on her
inner thighs. He pushed her legs apart, wide. She lay still,
waiting, ultimately exposed. Seconds passed. He's just looking at me
now, she guessed, looking at my pussy all open and wet.
Then he was on her again. She felt his bare chest against her own
and, in the next instant, felt his warm, hard penis slip easily inside
of her. Way inside. Not small. Not at all small. Nice. He feels
very nice. Katy wanted to open her eyes. She wanted to see his body
but she knew better. She lifted her hips away from the mattress to
take more of him, to squeeze him, but he met her with a hard push.
Then she felt it. Damn, he's already coming. She felt his ejaculate
spurting inside of her, felt his animal thrusts as he rode out his
orgasm. But I'm not even close to ready yet, she cursed to herself.
She knew she would not have her orgasm but at least she should try to
make his good for him. He seemed to be full of sperm. She could feel
it already trickling out of her pussy under his penis as he continued
to pulse the last drops into her. He slumped onto her. Another
oooofff. His full weight was on her now. Please don't let him sleep.
Katy hated that. His breathing was still heavy but quieting fast.
His penis was erect inside of her but it too was quieting fast,
getting softer and thinner. Katy tried to press her clitoris against
the flaccid flesh but it was no use. It was shrinking, sliding out of
her. Katy sighed. He's a boy after all. Katy guessed he had been
inside of her for all of three seconds when he started his orgasm. A
personal record? Could she put that in her resume? "Can bring young
boys to orgasm in under three seconds while typing over 60 words per
minute." His breathing is normal now. Seconds pass. He's not
sleeping is he? She dared not open her eyes to check. He seems
awfully relaxed. His breathing is so sleepy sounding. Damn. Just
have to wait, maybe. Otherwise, what? Slip out from under him so I
can walk around the barn with my eyes closed? Rather not. How about
hopping in the car and going home so Josh can have his little nappy
time. Bad idea. So he can walk all the way home thinking about which
whips he will use on his slave and for how long? Don't think so.
Katy felt the tip of his penis slip out of her pussy, followed by a
trickle of his semen. He's getting heavy. And sweaty. Maybe he
could be woken up somehow, somehow nice. She stretched her neck to
nibble on an ear lobe. Mmmm. He smells pretty good. No cologne,
natural, not stinky. She wanted to have an orgasm, too, but there was
no way from him it seemed. He stirred. He pushed away from her.
"Keep your eyes closed, cunt."
"Yes, master."
"Did you open your eyes, before?"
"No, master, of course not."
"Good. Keep them closed real tight and sit up. No. Kneel on the
mattress." Katy obeyed. The chain leash slipped between her breasts
and coiled on the mattress between her thighs. She squeezed her eyes
closed.
Katy involuntarily jerked her head away when she felt the warm, sticky
thing at her lips, but then immediately recognized what it was and
what was expected of her, even before she heard him speak it.
"Suck it clean, bitch." Katy had never done this before. Oral sex
had always been a tabu with her. Disgusting and unnatural was what
she had always told any boy who dared to request it. They dropped the
idea then, rather than press the issue. Katy was just too pretty and
sexy to walk away from just for that. After all, she was great at
vaginal intercourse. So she had never had to deal with this before.
Those days were over, she guessed. Her experience with the truckers
this morning was the first time she had ever had semen even near her
mouth and she hadn't had to taste it then, thank goodness.
"Hurry up, stupid." Katy reluctantly opened her lips to take his
penis. He's calling me names now, she noted. Typical guy. He's had
his orgasm. I'm baggage now. I'm no longer Katy or even slave. Now
it's cunt and stupid and bitch. Her tongue reached out to seek him
and felt the tip, tasted the salty, bitter, funky semen there. She
licked him, as though he were ice cream. Yuck. What a nasty, strange
taste, she thought, but it could be worse. She knew other girls who
did this and they seemed to like it. She'd probably have to get used
to it.
"Faster, slut." How sweet, Katy thought, a new insult each time. A
slave should be honored. Her sarcastic streak was starting to stir.
Better be careful, she thought. Mr. I-can-cum-in-one-thrust has a
sensitive streak that could turn to a mean streak. She licked faster,
then took his limp penis into her mouth, sucking it in with a
comically loud slurp. Oops. Now the tip of it was in her mouth. She
licked and sucked it clean of the mixture of his semen and her own
secretions. She thought she could taste the difference. It felt and
tasted different at the tip: his cum. The stuff along the shaft was
had another taste and was not as thick: her own juices again. This
was a very intimate experience and not as disgusting as she had first
imagined.
Katy felt his penis swelling, getting thicker, longer, filling her
mouth. She marveled at how quickly he was recovering his erection.
She felt that he would surely have another orgasm and supposed that he
would make her take it orally. Before he was fully erect, though,
Josh pulled out of her mouth. Katy was relieved at this as she was
not sure that she would be able to do it without gagging, or worse.
For an instant, Katy was strongly tempted to open her eyes. She
wanted to see the thing that had been in her vagina and in her mouth,
but she resisted the urge. He had not yet told her she could open her
eyes.
"Keep your eyes closed, slave." Josh told her. Katy could hear in
his voice nothing of his previous shyness. The vulnerable boy had
disappeared and her master, virgin no more, had returned.
"Yes, master." Kneeling on the mattress at his feet again, Katy could
feel his semen oozing from her vagina, trickling its way down her
inner thigh. It tickled.
"Okay, you can open your eyes."
Josh had pulled his shorts back on. Katy wondered if she would never
see him naked. She could not help but be curious about his body,
under those baggy clothes. She guessed it was good but she wanted to
see it.
"Did you cum?" Josh's question seemed to spring from simple
curiosity, not from a phony concern for her pleasure, as some of her
lovers asked it. She could lie and make him feel macho, she thought,
but she knew no reason to do that. If she was his property then he
must have the truth about her body, she reasoned.
"No, master."
"Do you want to?" Oops. She had not expected that, but the simple
truth would be the easiest answer.
"Yes, master."
"Does it matter if you have an orgasm?"
"No, master."
"Why not? Don't you want an orgasm?"
"Yes, master. But I'm just a slave. My orgasm is not important."
Katy was answering by instinct now. She was learning or guessing the
drill.
"What is important, then, Katy?"
"It's important that you have an orgasm, master."
"Whose job is it to make sure I have my orgasm?"
"That is my job, master."
"Good, slave. Repeat it."
"Master, it is my job to make sure you have an orgasm."
"What kind of orgasm?" Katy didn't understand what he meant by this.
How many kinds of orgasms were there? Her mind frantically raced
through the possible solutions to this riddle, coming up with ever
kinkier answers. Josh sensed her confusion.
"Is it your job to give me great orgasms, Katy? Or just okay
orgasms?"
"Oh! Master, it is my job to give you the most wonderful, satisfying
orgasms."
"Then you failed, slave. That orgasm sucked. I could have done
better with my hand." Of course, thought Josh, he definitely would
not have traded her warm, wet vagina for his trusty old hand.
Katy was amazed. No one had ever told her such a thing. She felt her
feminine skills had been insulted. This was very confusing.
"Perhaps, master, you were too eager on this first time with me.
Maybe if you fuck me again it will be a wonderful orgasm." Good
comeback, Katy thought to herself. Hmm, was that a pun?
"Oh, yeah. You'd like that wouldn't you, slave? That way you'd get
your orgasm too, huh?" Katy was starting to enjoy this repartee.
He's sharp. Funny. We're having fun with each other, she thought,
like real lovers. This master and slave thing is getting really
weird.
"Well, I will fuck you again and in a little while. But first you
will get your orgasm."
"Master?"
"Listen to me, slave. Walk out to the front of the barn and turn
left. There's a path that leads out to the top of the hill. That's
the hill that overlooks the road. I'll be right behind you. Stand at
the top of the hill and give yourself an orgasm with your fingers. If
any cars go by, and there probably will be cars, you will wave to them
with your other hand, but you won't stop fingering yourself. You'll
continue that way until you cum. And you'd better not fake it. I can
tell."
Katy was amazed at this kid's capacity to think up humiliating
experiences for her. How far would this go? She thought back to the
drive up to the barn. The top of the hill was only about a hundred
feet from the traffic. Anyone on the road would have an unobstructed,
sun-drenched view of her masturbating. Katy felt dizzy. She tried
for a shred of pity from him.
"Master, may I wear clothes?" She asked him hesitantly, hopefully.
"No. Just your collar and leash. And let's hurry up and get your
stupid orgasm over with. I'm getting hungry." Josh pulled her to her
feet with the leash.
"Yes, master. I'm sorry for keeping you from your lunch."
With that she walked behind him toward the door.
Katy's Surrender - Part 8
Katy followed Josh to the front of the barn. As she walked, she could
feel his semen slowly trickling down the inside of her leg. She knew
she should be feeling violated, outraged, angry, but she felt none of
those things. She did feel humiliated at having been so crudely used
by this young boy, but mostly what she felt was arousal. Her body was
ready. She wanted sex. She wanted him again, this time slowly. But
Josh had had his orgasm and now he wanted to sport with her in his
favorite way, by humiliating her. He had ordered her to walk out into
the open, naked and in broad daylight, and masturbate for anyone to
see. This was too much, she thought. She could not do it. Could
she? As she had so many times before, Katy weighed her options, and
as always she arrived at the same conclusion. She had no option
except submission. As difficult, dangerous, degrading, disgusting as
it was, giving herself to Josh as his slave was her least
objectionable alternative. She feared her father too much. And also,
she wanted her trip to France more than anything. Besides, she
thought, there were times when she actually felt as though she could
enjoy the situation. She tried to deny it but she knew the feelings
were real. Not right now, though. Josh was pushing her too far with
this particular dumb idea. She really could not do this. Or could
she? She was so tired of weighing options. It was much easier to
just surrender. Easier to not think about it. Just obey. Do
whatever he says. Be his slave. They stopped near the door, just
inside of the barn. Josh left her standing, near where she had been
suspended and whipped a short time before. He went outside into the
bright sunlight and turned left, walking out of view. What is he
doing, Katy wondered? Checking to make sure she would have an
audience? A nervous twinge settled into her stomach. This was going
to be very, very difficult. Just don't think about it, she reminded
herself. Then Josh returned.
"Just went to see how far it is to the road from your spot on the
hill. I want to make a little sign for folks and I wanna make sure
it's big enough."
"A sign, master?" The knot in Katy's stomach did a triple flip.
"Yeah, something. Where's your lipstick?"
"In the car, master."
"Go get it."
Katy hesitantly stepped through the door into the glare of the mid-day
sun. She squinted her eyes. It was so bright compared to the dark
barn. Looking around, she was relieved to see that the view from the
road was blocked by the small hill and by the line of trees along the
barn's little driveway. No one would see her as she walked naked to
the car and back to the barn. Looking left, she studied the little
path that Josh had described. It did lead to the top of a hill at the
side of the barn and it was very obvious that anyone standing on that
hill would be easily seen from the road. The stomach knot twisted
again. Quickly she retrieved the lipstick from her bag in the car and
ran back to the barn. The end of the leash slapped painfully against
her calves as she ran. Then she felt a sharper pain as the chain
caught in her pubic hair and tugged at it. Katy decided that the next
time she had to run in her leash she would hold the end of it. She
coiled the end of it up in her left hand for the last few steps into
the barn.
Back inside, Katy handed the lipstick to Josh. He took it from her
and put it into his pocket.
"Why did you pick up the leash?"
"It was slapping my legs, master. It was hurting."
"I see. You are not allowed to touch your collar or your leash
without permission. Even the stupidest slave could have figured that
out without being told." Katy reddened. She hated it when he called
her stupid. She was not stupid. Katy prided herself on her
intelligence.
"I'm sorry, master. I won't do it again."
"Maybe you won't, maybe you will. Maybe you're so stupid you'll
forget. You need to be taught so you won't forget." He detached the
leash from the collar, but re-locked the padlock. He wrapped the
chain around his left hand, leaving the end with the leather strap
handle free. His right hand held the leash about three feet from this
free end.
"Turn around, slave," he commanded. Katy obeyed, exposing her bare
back to what she expected would be the painful touch of the leash
strap. She steadied herself and hoped the pain would not be as
intense as the belt had been. He had stopped that session after only
two strokes, making Katy hopeful that he would not use torture on her
again. She tried to think of other things, to distract herself from
her predicament but all she could hear was the faint sound of the
chain jingling in his hands. Then the sound changed slightly and she
felt the stroke.
"OWwwooo."
It hurt, but she jumped more from surprise than from pain. He seemed
to be holding back, maybe trying to make sure it was the leather strap
that touched her skin and not the metal chain. The result was only a
mild sting. Katy relaxed somewhat. Then the next stroke came, again
on her back and again not very painful, though a little more so than
before. He's aiming better now, she thought, or is luckier. The
third stroke was against the side of her right buttock and it did
hurt. It seemed that part of the metal chain had also connected.
Involuntarily, Katy reached behind to shield herself.
"No, Katy, drop your hands to your sides. And turn around." Katy
obeyed. Just as she turned she felt the sharp sting of the leather
strap as it smacked squarely on her right breast, directly across her
nipple.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooo," Katy screamed, then whimpered
as she covered her breasts with her arms.
"Hands down," shouted Josh. Reluctantly, tearfully, Katy obeyed. The
next stroke landed on the inside of her right breast but was not as
stinging as the previous one.
"Owwwooo," Katy exhaled quietly, but kept her hands in place. She
looked down at the pale skin of her breast and saw the fiery mark left
by the leather strap. She wanted to beg him to stop but feared it
would only make him do more.
"Will you touch your leash again without permission, Katy?"
"No master, never again," she replied gratefully and sincerely.
"Good. Now kiss the leash." Katy stretched out to kiss the leash as
Josh held it in front of her face, but at the last moment he dropped
it, letting it fall to the dusty, wood floor. Beaten both physically
and mentally, Katy knelt and kissed the leash.
"Good, girl. Now stand up."
Josh pulled the lipstick out of this pocket. Putting his left hand on
her shoulder to steady her, he wrote the word "slave" in big, red
letters across her chest, above her breasts.
"Now you're ready to give your little show, Katy. Follow the path up
to the top of the hill, stand there nice and pretty, and masturbate
until you cum. Make sure you wave to anybody who drives by. I'll be
right behind you and if you screw this up I'm going to make sure you
regret it. Understand?"
"Yes, master." Katy was unable to resist. She just wanted to get
this over. What if someone saw her? She couldn't think about that.
She couldn't even bear to think of Josh seeing her masturbate and that
was sure to happen. Resignedly she waited for him to lock the leash
back onto her collar and then set out on her assignment. Josh
followed closely behind her.
The crude dirt path was lined with twigs and pieces of dried straw
which pricked Katy's tender feet as she made her way up the hill.
There was a slight breeze but it was still very hot in the bright sun.
At least she would get a nice tan from this, Katy reflected, trying to
reduce her anxiety by joking to herself.
She reached the top and looked around in dismay. She could see the
road clearly. It was very close and from her high vantage point she
could see far in both directions. And she knew, of course, that she
could be seen from the road just as easily. The breeze and the sun
both seemed more intense here. She had never felt more naked in her
life. Embarrassment, shame, fear washed over her like the breeze that
kissed her breasts and her sex, teasing her. There were no cars. The
road was empty. Relief. Maybe she could get her orgasm and escape to
the barn before anyone saw her. She had to try. Quickly she slipped
her fingers between her labia, searching for that familiar spot,
pressing herself there in that familiar way. She felt the warmth and
the tingle, but she was too nervous, too distracted. She tried to
ignore Josh as he slid down onto the grass at her feet, lying there.
He had a clear view of her sex as she worked to reach her orgasm. She
tried to block him out. It was so embarrassing, so degrading. This
loathsome little boy was watching her do her most intimate, secret
thing. She really did feel like a slave.
She looked down at her body, bright white in the sun, the red letters
over her breasts, SLAVE, the chain leash hanging down between them.
She looked at Josh on the ground at her feet, relaxing, enjoying the
show, her master. Yes, she was a slave. The thought came suddenly,
and with it came a twinge of pleasure in her clitoris. She did belong
to him. Another warm tingle. She was just a slave, and could be
owned and used by anyone her master chose, even someone passing on the
road. This thought brought another pulse to her clitoris, wonderful
pleasure. She was going to have an orgasm, right here in broad
daylight where anyone could see her. Now her vagina was sopping wet
with her juices, but she didn't care. Those were his juices, his
property. She was his. She surrendered to him and to this lovely
orgasm. She felt it coming, out of control now. Orgasm. Sweet,
long, powerful sensations surged through her body in delicious waves.
Release. Her eyes closed. She was only dimly aware of the spectacle
she must be, naked on a hilltop, her breasts jiggling wildly as her
fingers feverishly manipulated her sex, her hair tossing about in
abandon. Sweet release, still coming, lost in it.
"Katy, better wave. Someone's driving by." The words came to her as
from another dimension, or out of a dream. What? Then, realization.
Oh God, no. She opened her eyes. A car was there, an old car with an
old man driving it. The car was barely moving. The old man was
staring at her. What would he think of her?
"Wave, Katy." Josh's voice was not pleasant. She mustn't disobey,
she remembered, or there would be a punishment. Timidly, she waved to
the man. Her right hand was still deep in her pussy, still squeezing
out the last sweet drops of orgasm. This was surreal. And the man
waved back. He blew her a kiss, smiled, and drove down the road.
Katy watched the car, tried to make sense of the scene. So strange.
But the orgasm had been so wonderful. Her clitoris still tingled
happily.
"Did you cum?"
"Yes, master, I came." An understatement, Katy thought.
"Hmm. Ok, then. Only one guy saw you. Too bad. Well, let's go eat
then."
Josh led her back, pulling her by the leash. The shade inside the
barn felt good as they walked toward the back. As they walked, Josh
turned to look at his slave several times. Katy felt self-conscious.
Even after all she had been through, the lust in his eyes as he looked
at her body made her blush. He stopped before they got back to their
stuff.
"Lay down on your back," he commanded. Katy looked for a spot on the
floor.
"Here, master?" The floor was just bare barn boards here. There was
no soft hay and there were dry, dirty, brown fragments of something
scattered about. Katy did not want to know what those were.
"Yes, here." Katy obeyed. She laid down on her back, with her legs
together and her arms at her side. The leash draped over her belly
and onto the floor at her right side.
"Close your eyes." Katy obeyed.
Josh looked at her. She is so beautiful, he thought. His penis was
still swollen from the show she had given on the hill. Her breasts
were so perfect. Look how the nipples stick up so, and how her
breasts flatten a little when she's on her back. His penis throbbed.
And her waist. It's so tiny. Her thighs, so sweetly curved. He had
to have her again. He loved this. He could have her anytime he
wanted. She obeyed everything. This was incredible. Paradise.
"Spread your legs," Josh commanded. Katy obeyed.
"More!" Katy spread her legs very wide and Josh knelt between them.
Her labia were red from the rubbing she had given them. It was very
moist inside still. Pink and inviting. He touched her there. She
jumped, then quieted. He slipped two fingers inside of her,
exploring, learning. He pushed his fingers in as far as he could,
feeling the interior walls. When his fingers rubbed against her
clitoris, as they did by accident several times, Katy flinched
slightly, then tried to press herself against his fingers harder.
Josh withdrew his fingers and wiped them dry on her thigh. He leaned
up and over her face, his hands planted on either side of her to
support his weight. His lips moved to her nipples. He kissed,
nibbled, sucked each one in turn. He felt them harden and grow in his
lips.
Katy kept her eyes closed and let herself drift under the boy's gentle
attentions. What a change, she thought. So nice. So sweet to her.
She loved having her nipples kissed and nibbled. Did he know that
too? No. Impossible. But it felt so wonderful. She wanted to ask
him to touch her breasts with his hands but she could not do that.
She was afraid to speak to him like that. She was afraid of him and
afraid of herself.
She felt something touch her labia. Not his fingers. This was very
smooth, very warm, very nice. Then he was inside of her with one
strong thrust. She arched her back, pushing up to meet him. Aaahh.
Her clitoris tingled. She felt his belly against hers. He moved his
penis in and out slowly, nicely. Nice, nice boy. Mmm. Feels so
good. Katy moved her hands from her sides tentatively, without
permission. She wrapped them around his back. Nasty t-shirt. She
slipped her hands under the cotton, feeling the strong muscles of his
back. Her fingers slid down, resting finally on his buttocks. Cute
boy. Yummy boy. Her hands stayed there, one on each cheek, guiding
his thrusts, pulling him in. He's very good this time, she thought, a
good lover, slow, gentle, hard. She felt her orgasm starting. She
would cum before him this time. But just as the waves of pleasure
engulfed her she felt Josh's body spasm and his semen spurt into her.
They came together. Their orgasms were very long and very intense.
As he had done before, Josh lay motionless on top of her as soon as he
had finished his orgasm. This time, though, Katy was satisfied. Two
delicious orgasms just minutes apart. Yummy. She tingled. His penis
was still quite erect and filled her up so comfortably. This would be
such a nice moment, she thought, if she were not being ground by his
weight into the dirt and yuck on the barn floor. She was relieved
when he got up and she could breathe easily again. But she still
wished that she could have him on a nice soft bed, and then wrap
herself tightly around him afterwards. Maybe later, she thought.
Her eyes were still closed. She waited as he readied himself above
her. She wondered if she would have to lick him clean again. That
would be ok. He deserved it. Nice boy. Nice master. Her clitoris
still tingled.
"Katy. That was really good." Josh's voice sounded different.
Contented, surprised, happy? Grateful?
"There's an old sink and faucet over there in the corner. It's pretty
dirty but the water still works. You can go wash yourself. There's a
towel in my backpack. Go ahead. And it's ok to wash off the lipstick
for now, too." Katy was surprised at his sudden kindness. Maybe he
would let her go now, she thought. Better not get hopeful, she
decided. He has it too good. This must be his dream come true for
him. He won't let me go.
After running the tap for a few minutes, the water came out relatively
clean, though cold. There was a huge metal sink in the tiny washroom
and buckets in one corner. In one of the buckets she found a short
section of hose which she connected to the tap to make a crude shower.
The water drained out of a hole in the cement floor. She even found a
bar of old soap, rough but usable. Within minutes she felt fresh and
clean.
Returning to Josh, she handed him the towel after wringing a few more
drops from her hair. She had hated using the soap on her hair but it
was better than nothing.
She was naked completely now, having removed the collar and leash
before going to wash up.
"Wow. You look nice and clean." Again, Katy was taken aback by his
sudden change in temperament. She noticed also that he had spread
their food out onto an old table.
"Thank you, master. A little soap and water can do wonders."
Josh got the hint. "Umm. Yeah, I guess I should wash up too. Feel
kind of sweaty."
"Master, I rigged up a sort of shower with a water hose. It worked
pretty well."
"Okay. I guess I could take a shower." Katy smiled to herself as she
felt that tiny bit of control pass over to her. Josh did not seem to
notice, or care. Katy began to feel she was on familiar ground
suddenly. Power games were her specialty.
"Master? If you like, I could help you wash yourself."
"Huh?"
Sometimes boys could be incredibly obtuse, she thought. "I mean,
master, that I could wash your body. You know, put soap on my hands,
rub hands on you, rinse you. Repeat until clean. You know?"
"NO."
Katy realized then that he would not be so easily seduced.
"You're staying out here. Come over to this post." Josh led her to a
vertical support beam. He made her stand with her back to the beam
and handcuffed her arms behind her back and around the beam. He put
the key on the table near the food, about twenty feet from the post.
Then he took another towel and went to the washroom.
Just seconds after Katy heard the water start to splash in the corner,
she heard another noise from the front of the barn. Voices.
Katy's Surrender - Part 9
Katy turned her head toward the front of the barn, listening intently.
Voices. She prayed they would not come into the barn, not come to the
back. She listened, trying to hear if they were coming toward her.
All she could hear was Josh's splashing in the makeshift washroom.
They, whoever they were, would surely hear the water as well. Maybe
it was the owner. He would come to check the noise. Maybe it was
just some kids. Maybe they would be scared away by the sound of
someone in the barn. What to do? The voices did sound young, but she
could not be sure. Kids or adults, it didn't change the horrible
situation she was in. She was naked, handcuffed to the post. There
was no way she could cover herself and no way she could free herself
or hide. What bad luck that someone should come just when Josh had
gone into the washing room. And besides that, Josh seemed to be
taking the longest shower, hose-in-barn category, in the history of
Western civilization. If she wasn't so terrified she would have
laughed at the situation, but this was definitely too scary. She
tugged uselessly at the handcuffs behind her back, but just once.
That was stupid, Katy thought to herself. Make more noise. Make sure
they hear us. Why not just yell to them, something like ‘Hey you big
mean men, there's a naked slave girl down here all chained up and
ready for your raping and ravishing pleasure. Come on down!!' Katy
was becoming more and more nervous, thinking of all the possible
scenarios that might unfold in the next few minutes. Who could it be?
Were they gone? She hadn't heard any sounds from that side since she
first heard the voices. They must be gone, she thought. No problem.
Then she heard footsteps, softly, slowly moving toward her. Whoever
it was, they wanted to approach in secret. Seconds later, she saw,
very briefly, a head peek around a wall and then quickly pull back.
Then she heard agitated whispering from behind the wall. A stategy
meeting, she guessed. Then silence. Moments later, a different head
peaked around the wall. This one did not pull back but instead stared
directly at Katy with eyes that grew comically larger. It was a young
girl. Katy guessed her age to be about 13 or 14. She felt a little
relieved, especially since both of the youngsters seemed to be at
least as anxious about the meeting as she was.
"Hello." Katy greeted the girl in the most nonchalant voice she could
manage under the circumstances. The result was somewhat surreal.
"Hi." The girl replied. She came out of her hiding place followed
hesitantly by her companion. The second girl was taller but appeared
to be at least as young if not younger. The two girls stopped a few
feet in front of where Katy was cuffed to the beam. There was an
awkward silence as they scrutinized Katy, trying to figure out what to
make of her.
"You ok?". The shorter, bolder girl finally asked her.
"Yes, I'm ok. But you shouldn't hang around here. Could you just
leave and don't tell anybody you saw me? Please?"
The girl ignored this request. Instead she moved behind Katy to
examine the handcuffs.
"Where's the guy?"
"What guy?"
"The guy who was with you on the top of the hill. We saw you up there
all naked playing with yourself. You had slave written over your
boobs too."
"He's washing up. He'll be right back so you better leave before he
does."
"I'm not afraid of him. You're his slave?"
"Yes. Sort of. I mean, basically, yes. I'm his slave."
"How come? There's no slaves anymore."
"Well, it's a really long story and not that important. Let's just
say if I don't do what he says I'll be in a lot of trouble."
"Hmm. I think I get it. That kinda sucks. Want us to help you out?
We could."
"No. There's nothing you can do to help me. The best thing you can
do for me is go away. Please?" Again the girl ignored her request.
"What's your name, slave girl person?"
"Katy."
"Hi Katy. My name's Molly. This is Jenna." The girl named Jenna
said hello to Katy.
"Hi," said Katy to Jenna. Jenna smiled. Molly resumed her
questioning.
"How long you been his slave?"
"This is my second day." Molly raised her eyebrows.
"Wow. What do you have to do?"
"Anything I tell her to do." Josh walked around the corner behind
them. All three females jumped at the sound of his voice. Molly
quickly recovered her cool, however.
"Anything? Like what?"
Katy was intrigued by the girl's calm, defiant tone. She was clearly
more fearless than Katy had originally thought.
"Look. This is none of your business. Why don't you two take a
hike."
"This ain't your barn. We can stay here if we want to."
Josh unlocked Katy's handcuffs as he tried to think of a way to get
rid of the two nuisances. When she was free he handed her her shorts
and tshirt and told her to put them on. Quickly and gladly Katy
jumped into her clothes.
"What are you girls hanging around here for? Why don't you go out and
play?" Josh's attempts at persuasion fell on tough ears. They seemed
unintimidated by Josh and much more interested in hanging around than
in leaving.
"Hey, jerk," said Molly, becoming more assertive by the minute, "we'll
fucking stay here if we want to. You got it?"
"Nice mouth," replied Josh, "does your mama know you talk like that?"
"Fuck you."
"Guess not. Look. Molly. Let's start over. We got here first. Why
don't you girls be nice about it and just leave us alone."
Molly and Jenna showed no signs of being nice about it. They stood
their ground and stared at Josh, who quickly tried a different tack.
"Otherwise, hey, you two hungry? Me and Katy were just gonna have
lunch. There's plenty of food. You're welcome to eat with us if you
promise to go away right afterwards. How about that?"
"We'll eat," acknowledged Molly. "Then maybe we'll leave."
"Okay," answered Josh, "That's cool." Tough negotiator, thought Josh.
"One problem, though," added Molly, "Jenna's little brother's hungry
too. He's outside of the barn."
"Oh, jeeeez, are you like a gang or something? How many more you got
outside?"
Molly smiled. "There's just him. He's cool. Can he eat too?"
"Sure. Why not. Go get him. How old are you guys anyway?"
Molly answered him as Jenna went to get her brother. "Me and Jenna
are 14. Andrew's 12. Whaddya got to eat?"
As Jenna and her brother returned, Josh, Katy, and Molly rummaged
through the food supply, passing out sandwiches, fruits, drinks, and
cookies. Katy was glad she had oversupplied their lunch basket.
Katy surveyed Andrew, or Andy as he preferred, as they ate. He was a
small boy and a very young looking 12 years old. He seemed to be
painfully shy. Whenever she caught him looking at her, which was
every time she looked his way, his face turned bright red. Katy liked
him immediately.
Through lunch, Molly and Josh continued their rude repartee, as it
became less a dialogue than a conversational game of one-up-manship.
Molly was spunky and did not unnecessarily reveal anything about
herself or the other two. She did let Josh and Katy know, however,
that the three of them had been spying on them for some time, and had
witnessed Katy's performance, and her trip to the car for the leash,
and Josh's whipping of Katy's breasts near the entrance to the barn.
Then it was Katy's turn to blush. She glanced quickly at Andrew and
caught him staring intently at the front of her tshirt. Katy knew her
nipples were probably protruding against the material and it was clear
that the boy was focused on that. She wished they would leave.
They finished eating quickly. Molly and Josh continued chatting
together, but now much more amiably. They seemed to be birds of a
feather in many ways. They both were intelligent and confident.
Also, they were enthusiastic collectors of baseball cards. To Katy's
complete amazement, it was decided that Josh, Molly, and Jenna would
go by bicycle to Molly's house where complex trading negotiations were
to take place involving Molly's collection of baseball cards. As it
worked out, the three youngsters had arrived at the barn by bike and
since Josh needed a bike to follow the others, Andrew was deputed to
stay behind in the barn to "guard" Katy while Josh used his bike for
the trip.
Katy tried, unsuccessfully, to assure Josh that she did not need
guarding and that she would not attempt to flee in her car. This was,
in fact, true. She knew it would not be a solution to her predicament
and would instead aggravate it in the long term. Josh would not be
persuaded, however, and devised elaborate precautions to ensure that
Katy would not escape. First, he pocketed the car keys. Then he tied
her up. He tied her arms with rope in a most painful manner. Her
arms were pulled behind her back and her forearms were tied together
tightly, such that her left wrist was tied to her right elbow and her
right wrist to her left elbow. Josh did not make the rope too tight
but it was a very unpleasant way to be tied. This was only the
beginning, however. He next tied her ankles together with rope and
made her lay down on her side in the hay. He then roped her arms and
her ankles together in a tight hogtie arrangement, arching her body
severely. As if this weren't enough, he also blindfolded her with a
big bandana.
Katy was now afraid. She felt totally helpless and feared what might
happen if Josh left her alone. She knew she could not rely on Andy to
protect her. In fact, she suspected he would just run away as soon as
the others left. She did not want to be left here alone in such a
vulnerable state.
"Josh. Please, master. You can't leave me like this." In answer,
Josh slapped her thigh, leaving a red hand print on her soft skin.
Finding another piece of cloth, he stuffed her own panties into her
mouth and tied the cloth around her head in a makeshift gag.
"Okay, Andy. If she makes any noise, just slap her a couple of
times," Josh instructed. Andy's eyes widened at this directive but he
did not respond otherwise.
Seconds later, Katy heard Josh, Molly, and Jenna run out of the barn.
Then she heard only silence except for the creaking of the barn itself
in the wind and the soft crunch of hay as Andy settled in to his guard
duty. Katy tried to fidget her body into a more comfortable
configuration but she eventually gave up. Squirming in the hay only
pushed the stiff hay stalks against her skin and under her clothes.
She settled down to wait for Josh's return.
Immediately, she began to ache. Her arms, her elbows, her legs, her
torso, her ankles all ached from the ropes and from the contorted
stretching of the hogtie. Her head itched under the blindfold. Her
jaw ached and her tongue was drying out from the cotton panty in her
mouth. The straw dug into her skin on her legs and arms. Being a
slave could be uncomfortable at times, Katy decided.
She had nearly forgotten about Andy when she heard him moving toward
her. She heard the rustling of the hay as he crawled to a kneeling
position in front of her. He must be checking her ropes, she thought,
hopefully, but feared otherwise. The next instant as she felt his
small hand brushing lightly against the front of her t-shirt, then
pressing more confidently as he followed the curve of her breast
through the cotton. Katy tensed. She was helpless to prevent his
touching her. She could neither talk nor see, let alone move. Also,
in spite of herself, the attention was not unpleasant. Katy did so
love having her breasts touched, and this young fellow was doing it
just right, gently, softly.
Hypnotized by the boy's caresses, Katy barely breathed as she felt him
tracing the curves of her breasts, exploring the swell of her nipples
beneath the cloth. She wondered at how boys could be so rude and
crude most of the time but then so wonderfully tender at other times,
like now.
Katy was becoming wet from the stimulation of his touch. Part of it
was due to his gentle fondling, but she also realized that her
helplessness, the bondage itself, was exciting her. She could barely
move. The boy could touch her body however he wanted and she could do
nothing to stop him. Just the thought of it aroused her and the
reality of it was delicious. She felt his fingers tickle her skin
near the button to her jean shorts. Her clitoris tingled in response.
His little fingers struggled to unbutton the top of the jeans. Katy
blushed, struggled uselessly against the ropes, and became wetter
still. She realized the crotch of her jeans must be visibly damp.
She blushed more. The boy, completely inexperienced and equally
nervous, could not open the shorts. Frustrated with that, he moved
back up to easier game, slipping his hands under her t-shirt. He
exhaled audibly as his fingers touched the soft, soft skin of Katy's
breasts. He massaged them, fondled them, tweeked them. Katy was
unable to control her desire, her need. She tried vainly to satisfy
herself by sqeezing the rough denim between her legs but she could get
no release from that. She would have talked to the boy, instructed
him, even begged him but she could not be heard through the gag.
Andrew interpreted her muffled squeals as sounds of resistance. He
paused. She frightened him. He thought he should stop touching her
in case he got in trouble for it but he could not get enough of the
feel of those wonderful breasts. He was actually touching tits.
Titties. Boobs. Breasts. Those miraculous things of boyhood legend.
Just wait until he told his friends. No, they would never believe
him. Her skin was so soft. Much softer than he would have guessed.
Much softer than his own. He was very curious to see between her
legs. But those jeans, the stupid button wouldn't come open. He
tried the button again. It opened easily. He heard the girl moan.
Did he hurt her? Must be careful to not let her get free of the
ropes. She would probably scratch him to death. He unzipped the
jeans as far as they would go. More soft skin, and also her hair. He
could see hair there, not much, short, brown, not kinky or curly as he
expected it would be. But it was definitely pubic hair. His heart
pounded inside his chest. He wanted to see more. He needed to see
IT.
Katy felt the cooler air below her waist when he finally succeeded in
opening her jeans. The poor little guy, she thought, a horny klutz.
She felt him trying to pull her jeans down over her buttocks but he
failed at that as well. She was too heavy for him, it seemed, and the
jeans were still too tight on her hips. Then she felt his small
fingers slipping down into the front of her jeans, seeking
tentatively, now very close to touching her sex.
Instantly, Katy's attitude changed. Before Andrew could reach his
goal, Katy squirmed and twisted. Andy pulled his hand away, confused.
Katy wiggled around to lay on her stomach, protecting her front side
from his touch. For some reason, Katy had a sudden inkling that she
had to resist, that the boy was far too young. She could not let him
touch her.
Andy sat back in the hay, frustrated. At that moment, Josh returned.
They heard first the clicking sound of the the bicycle and then the
sound of his footsteps as he moved quickly from the front of the barn.
"Everything okay, Andy?" Josh asked.
"Yeah, sure." Andrew answered quietly, with an audible uncertainty
that Josh heard.
"Hey, kid. What happened? Did she bite ya?"
"No. Nothing happened. Just.."
"What? Just what? You can tell me. Something you want, maybe?"
"Yeah, kinda. Is it okay if I touch her?" Andrew fully expected to
be rebuffed but decided he had nothing to lose by asking. Just his
pride, and the prize would be worth it.
"Touch her? You want to touch her? Andrew. Tell you what. For
being such a good sport and staying here and guarding my slave for me,
I'm going to let you touch her."
"Wow, cool. Thanks."
"Wait. I'm also going to let you take all her clothes off. And if
you want, you can fuck her too. Would you like to fuck her, Andy?"
"Oh. Yes!!!"
Katy screamed, but the cotton panties in her mouth muffled the sound.
"Okay, kid. You got it. I'll let you fuck her. But you know what?
I always like to have her do a little striptease dance for me to get
me in the mood before I fuck her. Yeah. That's a good idea. Let's
untie her. Then she can do a real nice striptease dance for us and
then I'll take off for a few minutes and let you have at her. How's
that sound, Andrew?"
Andrew expressed great interest and approval.
Katy's Surrender - Part 10
Josh untied Katy. Her arms and legs were stiff and sore but she
recovered quickly from the long minutes of tight, painful bondage.
She massaged the blood back into her wrists and ankles as she looked
up at Josh and Andy. This was going to be unpleasant, she feared.
She did not want to dance for these little creeps, with their leering
little grins and pimply noses. Disgusting situation. She felt like
crying. Miserable fate.
It would be easy to run away, she thought. She was wearing enough
clothes, finally. No shoes, though. But she could still run for it
and would probably be able to get away from them, if she were lucky.
But Josh had her car keys, she remembered. How far could she run? It
really didn't matter of course. It was no use thinking about it. If
she wanted, she could just refuse to cooperate anymore. Just stop
obeying him like his perfect little slave girl, take her keys and walk
away. How many times in the last 24 hours had she pondered and
weighed those options? Over and over again, and every time she came
to the same conclusion. She could not refuse him. The alternative,
Josh's threat, was too unpleasant. She had to obey him. Whatever he
wanted, whatever he told her to do, she would do it. Miserable fate,
she thought again, as she stood up from the hay-covered floor.
"Ready to dance for us, Katy?"
"Yes, master. How would you like me to do it, master?" The sound of
her own voice made her feel ill. How sickeningly submissive she was.
Jump? Oh, surely, master. How high, master? Ugh. She disgusted
herself.
Josh grinned happily. The younger boy merely gawked. He gawked so
hard that it seemed his face might crack. But he too seemed happy.
Katy's stomach turned. Let this horrid thing be over, she willed.
"You can't do a good striptease without music," said Josh. "Plus, you
don't have a lot of clothes on so it's not going to be a very long
striptease. Bummer." Josh appeared to be thinking out loud. Katy
waited. Andy gawked.
"I know," he said. "The car has a radio. We could bring the car into
the barn. That'll work. Sure. And also, I brought along a few extra
clothes for you, Katy. So you should be able to have a nice costume
to strip out of for us." Josh smiled sweetly.
"Yes, master," Katy answered, resignedly. Let's just get this over
with, she thought to herself.
Minutes later, Josh had the car parked in the front of the barn, just
within the door. He also tried to close the barn door as well but was
unable to do it, even with Andy's help. The metal wheels and runners
were too rusted. Josh really did not want to attract any more
visitors, but the open door would have to do. Katy, meanwhile, had
retreated to an empty stall in the back of the barn to change into her
"costume". Josh had pulled a plastic bag out of his seemingly
bottomless backpack and thrust it at her.
"Here you go, Katy. This stuff will work for a costume. Put
everything on that's in this bag. You'll figure it out."
Katy spread the items out on the stall's low dividing wall. There was
a long, polyester dress, a cheap thing in an ugly floral print. It
looked slightly large for her. There was an old slip. The slip was
hemmed very short, like for a miniskirt. There was also a white
cotton bra and matching bikini panties. The dress and the slip looked
like they had been pulled from a Salvation Army drop box. Katy
guessed that the underwear belonged to her friend Beth. Katy was sure
that Josh was not above stealing such items from his sister's dresser.
When she put on the bra she was certain that it was Beth's because
Katy's bust was a little fuller than her friend's and this bra was
tight. She pulled the slip over her head, quickly adjusting the thin
straps over her shoulders. Finally she put on the dress. It smelled
horribly of mothballs and was thin and frayed. Several of the many
buttons in the front were missing. Not pretty. Not what she thought
of as a typical stripper's costume, but that was not her concern. She
looked and felt more like a hick farmer's wife, barefoot and pregnant.
She was barefoot, certainly, but at least she wasn't pregnant. Good
thing she was on the pill, she mused, because she had already had
enough chances to get pregnant today. And the day was only half over.
Josh and Andy were sitting on a hay bale and grinning like monkeys
when she returned, "in costume", to the front part of the barn.
"Whoooeeee," jeered Josh.
"Over there's your dance area," he told her, pointing to a small open
space a few feet in front of them. "Stand right there and wait while
I turn on the radio. As soon as I give the signal, you can start.
And Katy? Make it real, real sexy. Understand?"
"Yes, master."
"Yes, Katy," he continued, "you do understand. You know what it can
feel like if you don't do exactly what I want. How much it can hurt.
Right?"
"Yes, master. I know." She did know. She clearly remembered the
feel of the belt on her skin. She would dance her best. She would be
sexy.
Josh jumped to the car and turned on the radio, tuning it to a rock
station. The music, though not loud, drowned out the sounds from
outside the barn. Before taking his place again on the bale next to
Andy, Josh walked over to Katy. Before she could even realize what he
was about to do, Josh pushed one hand roughly down the front of her
dress. He grabbed her right breast, squeezing it.
"EEEEeeeeh", she shrieked in surprise. He released her breast but
then immediately crouched and pushed the same hand up her skirt and
grabbed her buttock, squeezing it roughly also. He held her that way
for merely an instant and then he was walking back toward Andy.
"Just checking if she's got her bra and panties on like she's supposed
to," he informed the boy. And also proving some kind of macho point,
thought Katy. Stupid, rude boys.
"Dance, slave," Josh commanded as he sat.
Very ungracefully, Katy began her performance. She hadn't really
imagined how she would actually do the dance. She had never seen a
striptease dance before but she supposed that neither had Josh or
Andy. Her objective, her mandate, was to be real, real sexy -
whatever that entailed. She could only guess.
She began to pick up a movement which went well with the song on the
radio. She swayed in place, moving her arms slowly up and down the
sides of her dress, caressing her body. The boys seemed appreciative,
at first. She continued, accentuating, magnifying the movements,
swaying sensuously.
Andy's eyes did not blink. He watched every movement of her hips, of
her hands and arms. Had it not been for his eyeballs tracking her
gestures he would have been as motionless as a statue.
After a minute or two of this, Josh gave Katy a bored look and then
signaled to her to proceed, to get going, to do something more. The
song ended and another started immediately. This one had a much
faster beat.
Katy's dance became livelier. She twirled, glided, stretched,
mimicking her memories of jazz routines she had seen. She moved
gracefully through her space.
She thought she was dancing well, but it seemed that even Andy was
becoming impatient with her choreography. This wasn't good. She
danced toward them. Stopping within inches of Andy's knees, she
sensuously slid her fingers down her right leg, then fingered the hem
of the long dress, picking it up, pulling it back up her leg, sliding
it up to her knee, above her knee, then further. Andy stared long and
longingly at Katy's exposed thigh. She released the hem, letting the
material drop and cover her leg. Swaying her hips seductively to the
beat, she repeated the movement, this time with her left leg. Andy
looked uncomfortable.
Andy could barely believe his good fortune at stumbling into this
situation. Just the night before he had gone to great lengths to
sneak a look at his sister's friend Molly in the nude. He very nearly
got himself into a great deal of big trouble because he had to sneak
out of the house after his curfew and hide himself in the bushes near
Molly's bedroom window for what seemed like hours waiting for her to
go to her room. All he got out of it was a brief, frustratingly
obscured glimpse of skinny old Molly in her bra and panties. And that
was for only a second at the most. It was a great disappointment
following weeks of careful planning. He went back home, crestfallen,
to masturbate over the thought of what he might have seen. And today?
Today he is inches away from a beautiful woman, a woman who is taking
off her clothes right in front of him, in broad daylight, with no
stupid curtains in the way. Andy felt his penis bulging stiffly,
uncomfortably cramped in his jeans. He squirmed in his seat but did
not take his eyes from the sight. He didn't remember if he had
blinked since she started dancing. He couldn't remember breathing.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He watched her let the fabric slip back down her left leg. She moved
away from him, over to Josh. Andy could not understand or imagine
what kind of control Josh had over this girl but he did not care to
question it. He was grateful to share in its rewards. Don't look a
gift horse in the mouth. Was that the saying? He watched her as she
bent over the other boy, her head moving down toward his, her hair
falling into his face. She unbuttoned the top button of the dress,
her fingers just inches from Josh's face. The top button was open.
She danced and swayed in place. Josh picked up on the cue and
unfastened the next button. She moved away from him, back to Andy.
She wants me to unbutton the next one, he realized suddenly. His
crotch ached. His fingers shook uncontrollably as they fumbled to
undo the next button. Done. Then another. He was very close to her
chest. He looked down her dress, down her slip. He could see the top
of the white bra. He could see the soft, smooth skin of her breasts
as they curved gently into the bra. Cleavage. Cleavage he could
almost touch. The next instant she pulled away from him, before he
could get to the next button. The song had stopped. The radio man
was yakking. Andy watched as the girl backed away from them, her
dance on hold until the next song. Damn, now he's giving the weather.
Can't she strip to the weather report? Andy looked over at Josh.
Josh was looking at him, though.
"Not bad so far, huh?" Josh enquired, smiling.
Andy tried to answer yes, but the only sound that came out was a
hoarse croak. He swallowed. His throat was dry. He tried again.
"Yeah, pretty good." What a lame thing to say, Andy thought, this is
way more than pretty good.
The weather report ended. Now the deejay was yelling about some
stupid radio contest. Who cares? Play a damn song!!!
Josh got up from his seat, looking bored. Why didn't he make her
dance, Andy wondered. Josh strolled calmly out of the barn as the
radio begged them to enter the contest to win a wonderful prize. Andy
saw Josh leaning against the door frame looking out toward the yard as
another song started. Katy resumed her dance, now with only Andy as
her audience. That's fine, Andy decided. Josh is too weird anyway.
Katy moved toward him again. This song was loud and raucous, her
dance wilder and faster than before. She swirled in front of him and
stopped. Slowly, she pulled the dress over her shoulders and let it
slip to the floor. The slip was very short. Her soft thighs were
just inches away from him. She backed away as the song thundered into
a final verse.
The next song was slower, quieter, but Andy didn't notice because
within seconds Katy had removed the slip. In only her bra and
panties, she glided toward him, swaying gently with the tune. Still
holding the slip, she knelt at his knees, covering her chest with the
material. Suddenly though, she threw the garment over her shoulder,
letting it fall into the hay behind her. Andy looked down at her soft
skin, at her breasts, as they rose and fell, with her breathing,
against the material of the bra.
Andy blushed as he became aware of Katy's eyes watching his reactions.
In spite of his shyness, he kept his gaze fixed on her breasts. Her
fingers reached back, finding the clasp to undo the bra. He saw it
loosen, slip forward, fall to her lap. For the first time, he saw her
breasts. They were more wonderful than he could believe possible. He
shivered with the desire to touch them, to hold them. Could he?
Katy rose to her feet. Another song. A little fast, but not loud.
In only the tiny panties now, she danced in the hay for him. Her
breasts bobbed and jiggled, she knew, but she didn't care. In fact,
it sort of amused her to watch his face as her breasts bounced before
him. Boys! They were so fixated on breasts. It always amazed her.
Katy was almost enjoying this. With Josh not watching, she was a
little more relaxed. Maybe because she felt she had more control over
this one. That was it. Andy did not intimidate her. How could he?
He was just a little boy. She was just playing with him. But this
could not last much longer. Josh would be back in a second certainly.
The panties must come off now, Katy knew, but she suddenly felt very
shy about that. She started to pull them down but as she watched the
boy's eyes she became embarrassed and blushed deeply. After all she'd
been through, this was hardly anything big, she told herself. But
still, she couldn't do it. She could tell that the boy thought she
was just being a tease. Pulling them down a little, exposing a little
of her pubic hair, then pulling them back up. He wiggled on his seat,
in anticipation. She had to do it, but now the more she delayed the
harder it was to get completely naked.
It will be easier for me, she thought, if he does it for me. Without
reflecting further, she danced sensuously toward him, sliding herself
smoothly in front of him, between his knees as he sat on the low bale.
Her fingers played with his hair, caressed his head, his ears. His
ears were hot, from blushing maybe. She bent low and whispered softly
in his ear. "Would you pull down my panty, Andrew?"
Andy nearly melted into the hay. His sweaty fingers shook
uncontrollably as he fumbled with the tight panty, tugging and pulling
until it touched the hay at her ankles. He looked up. Her pussy was
level with this eyes, inches away. He swallowed, but his throat was
like paper. Without thinking, without even knowing where the idea
came from, he kissed her. He kissed her on the soft mound above her
labia. Katy shivered. Not expected. Not unpleasant.
At that moment, Josh walked back into the barn. But with him were the
two girls, Andy's sister Jenna and her friend Molly. Andy nearly
jumped out of his skin at the sight of the two girls. This was the
most supremely ultimate mood breaker, having his own sister intrude on
what promised to be his first sexual experience. Andy's spirits
plummeted.
"Don't let us interrupt your show Katy. Why don't you dance this slow
one with Andy?"
"That's okay," mumbled Andy, glancing at his sister, "I gotta go home
now anyway." Andy stood up to leave, giving Katy's nude body one last
glance.
"Hey, no need to run off kiddo," Josh responded. "I had a little chat
with the girls here and they're cool. They won't tell on you if you
want to stay around for a little while."
"Oh?" Andy looked wary.
"Don't worry, butthead," Jenna told him, "I won't tell mom. But you
owe me mega big time. Got it?"
"Yeah," croaked Andy, gratefully.
Katy listened to the exchange with interest. This Josh was a
frighteningly smooth talker. She wondered what his chat with the
girls had been about.
Then, with their issues resolved, they all turned to look at Katy.
She immediately felt very, very naked.
"Andy," Josh said, "wouldn't you like to dance with Katy? It's a slow
song."
Andy looked at his sister and Molly and then at Katy. She looked so
soft, so curvy, so gorgeous. He didn't know how to dance but he
didn't care. He wanted his arms around her. He moved to her, pressed
himself against her, and they danced. She was a little taller than
him but he didn't mind that and his erection was so painfully strained
that he could barely move but that was okay too. He was in heaven in
her arms. She was so soft, so nice, so sexy.
Josh could tell that poor Andy was in need of release. Katy could as
well.
"Katy, take Andy to the back of the barn and dance with him there.
The girls and I will wait for you."
"Yes, master."
Katy and Andy walked quickly to the empty stall, Andy leading her by
the hand.
Once there, Katy tried to resume their slow dance but Andy balked.
"No. I don't want to dance."
"Oh? You don't? Hmm, okay. Let's go back to the others, then, I
guess." Katy couldn't resist playing with him.
"No. Don't go. I want to sleep with you. Please?"
Katy put on a confused face. "Aren't we a little old for nap time?"
Andy looked red, with anger, or frustration, or embarrassment, Katy
wasn't sure. Better ease up, she thought.
"You know what I mean," he told her.
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. Just tell me what you want me to do."
"Close your eyes. And just stand there for a minute." Katy obeyed.
She felt his hands on her body, exploring her completely, lingering on
her breasts and nipples, her hips, her buttocks, her genitals, her
thighs. His touch was stimulating but not enjoyable. It was the
touch of a boy who had never touched a woman before, an excited
groping, eager and clumsy.
"Lay down on your back." She obeyed him and waited, but nothing
happened. She opened her eyes. Andy was standing above her, near her
feet, with his shorts down around his ankles. When he saw her open
his eyes he instinctively covered his penis with his hands. Katy
suppressed a smile.
"Um," he said, "I really don't know what to do exactly."
"Okay," she answered, "come and lay down next to me. I'll help you
get started." Katy resolved that if she had to have sex with him then
she would teach him to do it the way she liked it best.
She pulled him on top of her, kissing him. He responded hungrily,
kissing her, groping her, fondling her. She realized that he would
ejaculate very soon, in seconds probably. She pushed him off and put
him on his back. He protested at first but then merely whimpered as
she rolled on top of him, straddling him, slipping his penis into her.
She let her hips descend onto him, felt him push up into her. He
groaned, and then hugged her as his orgasm took him over immediately.
She could feel his semen squirt into her, feel his body pumping. It
felt warm and good but not satisfying. He's too young, she thought.
He fucks like a bunny, too small, too quick, too selfish. Oh well.
He's a cute little fellow, though, she reflected as she hovered over
his panting chest. She let her breasts stroke his chest, let her
nipples tickle his skin as he recovered from his exertion. He looked
at her face finally, smiling sheepishly. He thanked her. She smiled.
Cute boy. Cute baby.
She pulled away from him and stood up. He looked up at her from the
hay, as he shyly pulled his pants up.
"Did you come?" he asked.
Katy smiled. Why to lie? "No, Andy, I didn't come." He looked
disappointed.
"Why not?"
Oh, this one has much to learn, Katy thought.
"Um, well, it's just that sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. It's
complicated."
"Wanna try again? Maybe you could come this time?"
"Oh, NO! That's okay. Really. I enjoyed it just fine even if I
didn't come." Andy looked resolute.
"But, I want to do it again."
"Oh."
Like a bunny, she thought.
"Can you do it again? So quick, I mean?" she asked.
"Sure. Lay down on your back. I want to be on top this time."
Resignedly, Katy obeyed. She had no sooner settled back into the hay,
however, than they heard the sound of Josh's voice calling to them.
"Yoo-hoo. Andy boy, how you doing? Having fun?" The voice came from
around the corner of the stall area, out of view.
Josh spoke again. "Andy, if you're still busy then that's cool, don't
need to answer. But if you're like done, then I need to get going now
so, I'll be waiting in the front."
Katy felt huge relief at these words. She wanted nothing less right
now than to leave this hellish barn. Better to capitalize on Josh's
feeble request for Andy to hurry.
"Oh, Andy, that's my master. He's being very polite but I know when
he's in that mood he's really getting angry. We better not do it
again. No time. He wants me to go with him now. I'm sorry. Okay?"
Andy was horribly unhappy at this change in his fortunes.
"I'll never see you again will I?" he asked.
Katy's thought was hopefully not, but she answered, "Maybe, Andy.
Maybe master will bring me back here sometime." Then she thought
about what she said and realized that it might well be true.
The two of them made their way back to the front of the barn to join
Josh, Molly, and Jenna. For the second time that day, Katy felt the
tickle of semen running down the inside of her thigh as she went naked
up the main walkway of the barn. Both of them blushed as they
encountered the curious eyes of the other three.
"Did you have fun, brother dear?" chided Jenna. Andy gave her a dirty
look, but Jenna seemed to sense the truth in his expression.
Katy noticed that Josh had been busy while she had been with Andy.
All of their stuff had been gathered and packed and put back into the
car. The car was in the yard and pointed toward the driveway. He
really was in a hurry to leave, she realized.
Josh handed Katy her t-shirt and jean shorts and she gladly put them
back on.
Tossing her the keys, he said, "Let's get going. It's almost dinner
time. I gotta get home." Gratefully, Katy started walking toward the
car, but stopped and turned to look when she heard Josh talking to
Andy.
"Andy, before I go I have a little surprise for you," he said. Katy
hoped this did not involve her. Andy, however, perked up, evidently
guessing that it did.
"What kind of surprise?"
Josh grinned. "How would you like to have your own slave?"
"Huh? What do you mean? You mean Katy?"
"No. Not Katy. Katy belongs to me. I'm talking about this one," he
said, pointing to Molly. Andy looked shocked. So did Molly.
"ME???", said Molly.
"Yes, you, stupid slave," said Josh. Turning back to Andy, he
explained.
"You see, Andy, a little while ago Molly made the decision to give
herself to me as my slave. Like Katy, but voluntarily, so to speak.
So, now she's my property. But you know, property can be given away
and that's what I'm going to do. I don't live around here so I'll not
be able to keep her in line. So, since you're such a good kid, you
can have her."
"No, wait," Molly protested. "I wanted to be YOUR slave. Not the
butthead's."
Josh looked at her sternly. "Did you not just promise to obey my
every wish and give yourself to me to own?"
"Well, yeah, but.."
"Then this is my command. You will now be the property of Andrew and
you will obey him as his slave just as you would have done for me.
That's final."
Molly was about to object further but hesitated. She looked at Andy.
Could be worse, she thought. Besides, at least he's around. Josh
might never come back again. This might be a better deal after all.
"Well?", asked Josh. Everyone, including Katy, and especially Andy,
waited for her response.
Timidly, softly, Molly answered. "Ok, master."
"Good. From now on, you obey Andy. Whatever he commands, everything
he commands. Now go to him."
Molly stood in front of Andy and knelt at his feet. Katy watched
these developments in amazement. Evidently, she realized, he had even
had time to train her.
"Okay Andy. She's all yours if you care to have her. What? Yes or
no?"
Andy looked up, still almost too shocked to understand what was going
on.
Well, yeah!! I mean, yes. Absolutely. Awesome." Then came the
grinning.
A few seconds later, Josh and Katy were back in the car and pulling
away from the barn. Katy's last look at the three in the rear view
mirror showed Molly, still on her knees, removing her bra to reveal
small but nicely formed young breasts. Little Andrew's Lucky Day
indeed, she thought.
As they drove back, Katy tried to delve into Josh's brain to learn how
he had managed to enslave young Molly. She could not imagine that he
could have found some way to blackmail her. She was mystified.
"Katy, you have to understand something. Some people want to be
slaves." That was all he would tell her. It was a confusing,
troubling idea.
As they pulled onto Josh's street, he gave her his instructions for
the evening.
"After you drop me off, I want you to go home. Clean up. Pretty up.
Be back at my house at 7:00. No later. Wear jeans, a blouse that
buttons in the front, sneakers. No underwear."
Katy nodded.
"Oh. By the way. My sister's coming home today. So you can two can
chat when you come over."
"Beth's back?? Cool!!" Katy was cheered by the thought of seeing her
best friend again. But then a bad, bad thought occurred to her.
"Josh, master? You haven't told Beth about... about, us I mean.
Have you?"
"Nope. But you will. You're going to tell her, and show her."
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