A Slave To Politics

Chapter 1

I just have to cum. Two days of intense teasing is driving me insane. My legs
are weak from the constant sexual stimulation, causing a river of goo to
continuously flow down my thighs. The clip, attached to my painfully excited
clit, has just stopped buzzing, leaving me teetering on the edge of an earth
shattering orgasm. The tiny little elastic bands that were wrapped around the
base of my nipples are keeping them super engorged, making them long and
hyper-sensitive. The prolonged stimulation and denial is wearing me down. I can
no longer think of anything but my need to cum.

I try to breath in some sort of normal fashion, but I have lost sense of what
normal is recently. I want to scream in pure frustration. Without the use of my
hands, I can't reach my pussy. If I could get up and somehow pound my crotch
against something, maybe a railing or chair arm, anything to help me achieve
some sort of release, I would be able to think straight. But I could never cope
with the pain from the exact same device that was torching my quivering clit.

We are sitting in one of the most reputable, posh restaurants in the city, a
haven for the rich and powerful to huddle for power lunches and intimate
dinners. I am known here, at least by those whose job it is to know the
powerful. In fact, I am known in most places in this city. This is humiliating
being so horny in such a public place, with no way of stopping this sexual
torture. How have I sunk so low so quickly. And how was I going to get rescue
from this evil woman.

My name is Alicia, the Deputy Mayor of this fine city. I know you are asking how
someone in my position of power, living a clean life, could get in this
predicament. Blame it on Brittany.

Brittany was my new intern at city hall. Each year I make it a point to seek out
the best and the brightest to intern at my office for twelve months. I pay well,
and I hand select each student myself.

My husband, a wealthy and powerful businessman, passed away two years ago,
leaving me financially secure. Although he was almost 10 years older than me, we
fell head over heels the moment we set eyes on each other. We shared an intense
8 year marriage, filled with the aggressive pursuit of our careers and equally
aggressive love life. Now the void is sometimes to painful to manage.

I use my role as a mentor to these interns as a way of coping with my sense of
loss.

Brittany may be the most promising to date. She scored through the roof on her
SAT scores, had achieved a 4.0 average at her university while double majoring
in political science and computer science. And believe me, she needed these
intellectual muscles with the way she looked. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty.
It is just that you would never know by the way she dressed and walked and
talked and acted. Her oversized, completely forgettable collection of frumpy
blouses and floor length skirts, combined with her complete lack of make-up and
slouching posture made her seem mousy and very forgettable.

Add to this her quiet nature and aloof presence, and you had the makings of
someone who in my opinion would never achieve greatness in her life. Although I
am only 33 years old, I felt an almost motherly instinct toward this precious
girl. She would be my project, yet another woman who will conquer the world with
my guidance. This is exactly what I set out to do.

We had made arrangements in advance for her to rent the apartment over the
detached garage in the rear of my property. It was actually a two story
apartment with several bedrooms that were already furnished. She settled in
quickly and quietly.

With her computer acumen, I had her working on creating a set of databases that
tracked the complex array of city permits and business assessments for all
companies conducting business in the city limits. She had quickly mastered our
system and reconfigured the entire operation. Always courteous, she tended to
stay to herself. I need to open her up and find her inner social animal.

Knowing she was single and alone, I would invite her out to dinner to talk work,
as well as asking her to join me in my evening sessions at the gym. I am a firm
believer in an even balance between the mind and body. If you want to push
yourself and explore your true potential you need to keep both mind and body in
top shape. At 5'9", I am a lean, muscled 128 pounds. My C cup breasts have
stayed high and firm, and look even larger because of my slim torso. My hips are
slim, and my ass and leg are strong from all of my running and weight workouts.
I do 400 sit ups each day, making my abs the favorite part of my body. I love
how my strong wash board stomach looks in my mid-drift outfits. From my running
and weight lifting, I look much better now than when I was Brittany's age. I
keep myself dressed in only the finest professional outfits, presenting a
no-nonsense woman of power.

She, on the other hand, needed the E channel's Fashion Emergency. For our
workouts, I did not like the dumpy boxers and oversized tee-shirts she wore, so
we bought her new exercise outfits. Surprisingly, she was in much better shape
than I would have guessed. She had large, high breasts, small hips, and a wispy,
sleek frame. With the right clothes, the right attitude adjustment, and most
importantly, the right mentor, she will be a dynamo in politics.

She became enthusiastic about our workouts, and we became fast friends.You could
see the difference in just a few weeks. She stopped slouching and starting
dressing better (with the help of my credit card). Though still quiet and aloof
to strangers, she became very open and energetic around me.

About a month into her work at city hall, she stepped into my office to ask me a
series of questions about a business deal my husband had been involved with. She
ran into some discrepancies in the funding process and zoning approval for a
large commercial/retail complex he helped develop. I did not keep tabs on his
business dealings, so I could not answer any of her questions clearly. She
seemed satisfied and wandered back to her desk.

That Friday evening, Brittany invited me over for dinner. With all the
ceremonies and fundraising dinners I attend as part of my job, a simple home
cooked meal was welcomed change of pace.

Brittany greeted me at the door in one of her new outfits. The cream colored
silk blouse looked stunning in contrast with her dark slacks and mid-heels. She
was the picture of refined elegance. She was especially cheerful this evening.
We drank wine and enjoyed a superb dinner.

As we finished the main course, I said, "Thank you for such a wonderful meal.
You should be proud of your culinary talents."

With a twinkle in her eyes she responded, "You will truly appreciate my talents
with dessert."

She returned from the kitchen with a covered dish and set it down between us on
the table. "are you ready?' she asked with a smile.

When I nodded, she lifted the cover to reveal a set of documents. I was
dumbfounded.

" I guess you are wondering what this is. Let me explain," she said as she
lifted the small stack of documents and handed me the first page. "It seems that
your husband was quite the shady businessman. The databases which I created
uncovered a trail of crooked financing and bribes," she said, handing page after
page documenting each allegation. I was floored.

"Look on these two pages, how your name was included on the credit documents and
financing applications. And look at this one. While you where sitting on the
city council, you gave the green light to fund the Franklin House Project. That
was a cover for a construction scam cooked up by your husband and several of his
silent "friends". You see the names that are these ledgers?"

At this point, I was shaking my head in disbelief. I tried to say something,
anything, but I was speechless. I don't remember signing these papers. Yet this
was definitely my handwriting.

Brittany continued, " Let me spell out what this means. You are going to jail.
You and your crony dead husband where defrauding the public and you are going to
pay. I will make sure of it." She stared at me with a cold, icy eyes that dared
me to cross her.

I could not believe what I was hearing. "No this must be a mistake. I never...he
never...this can't be. There must be some error somewhere."

She had risen from her seat and was already approaching the phone when she
responded, "I just wanted to see the look on your face before I called the
police. I should have never trusted you. I let you into my life, just to find
out that you are a ruthless, lying thief. You will learn how to behave when they
have their way with you in prison, raping your ass everyday and every night.
Fair and just punishment, in my eyes."

As she dialed the phone, I started shaking in panic. A helpless denial swept
over me. I needed time to figure this out. How could my beloved husband, a
pillar to the community, be part of this. Before I realized it, I screamed out,
"Please don't call the police. I am innocent. I can't go to jail. I will do
anything you ask. Just don't do this to me."

She responded, "please stop your denials. It is all there in front of you. And
don't worry, I have another file with the originals stashed away. That set is
for the police."

My survival instincts were now at full alert. I knew exactly what all of this
would do to me. My career and my family would be ruined. The proof was iron
clad. I would go to prison. This was a frightening prospect, due especially to
my vigorous campaign to toughen laws against street crimes and prostitution as a
way of cleaning up the streets. The women I helped put away would vow vengeance,
I am sure.

"Please stop this. You will ruin my life. Please listen to me. I had no idea
this was happening. Just don't call the police yet. I'll do anything if you
would just believe me. Please?" I cried.

A devious looking smile crossed her face. She put down the phone and moved close
to me."Anything?" she asked.

"yes, anything," I gulped.

"I don't believe you. I will give you one chance to prove to me that you don't
want to go to jail. Now what can you do? hmmm" she rubbed her chin in a mock
gesture of deep contemplation. "How about I ask you to do stuff, and you do
them. If you fail to do anything I ask, or offer any hesitation, then I call the
police and become the star witness for the prosecution. I need to use the powder
room. When I return, I want an answer, one way or another." With that, she
clicked out of the room.

It was like someone drained all the blood out of my body. I could not believe
this was happening to me. As she left the room, I tried to slow my thoughts down
to some reasonable speed. I felt betrayed. I felt scared. I felt like taking off
out of the apartment and running away forever. This ice queen had a hold of me
with such cold, calculated grasp that I was truly frightened. If she is capable
of this, how far would she be willing to go.

Yet, what choice did I have. At that moment, an image of a prison gang bang
passed through my head. I could not go to jail. I was left with only one answer.

"Well, shall I call the police?" she asked as she returned.

"No"

"Then you agree to my terms?" she stated more than she asked.

"For how long?"

"As long as I want. It is yes or no, right now!"

"Y...y...yes," I mumbled.

"I did not hear you"

"Yes, I said," I mumbled a little louder.

"Stop whining. This is going to be fun," she said as she grabbed the the
incriminating stack of documents and put it into her briefcase, locking it shut.
She turned around to face me with a look that froze me.

"Stand up." I looked at her for a moment, then stood up and faced her.

She approached me quickly and said in an almost whispered tone. "You are never
to delay when I ask you to do something. Do you understand? Any more delays and
I will call the police."

"Yes," I responded meekly, stunned by my feelings of total helplessness.

"You are to address me as Miss Brittany. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Brittany" I said as I felt a tingle of sexual excitement course
through my body. No, I can't be enjoying this; it must be because I was
frightened.

"You are learning quickly. Now strip out of your clothes. But leave the heels
on!"

Stunned, I stood there staring at her in disbelief. When she moved towards the
phone I moved quickly to remove my clothes. I was shaking as I fumbled with the
buttons of my blouse. It slipped off my shoulders and onto the floor, quickly
followed by my slacks. My skin felt very sensitive, and the cool air brought
goose bumps and a sense of hyper awareness.

I could see the hungry look in her eyes as I removed my bra, exposing my breasts
and already hard nipples to her piercing stare. This just fueled my
embarrassment. Stepping out of my panties I could feel the heat of her gaze as
she assessed my charms. Instinctively I covered my breasts and crotch with arms.

With a controlled, powerful voice she ordered, "Keep your hands down. And only
speak when you are spoken to. Now turn around slowly."

Standing naked in my two inch heels made me feel more exposed and vulnerable
than at any point of my life. I was stopped with my back turned towards her. In
a very deliberate action, she attached handcuffs to my wrist, locking my arms
behind me. I suddenly realized that she had planned this all along. I heard the
snap of a camera. Panic started to rise up within me as my feelings of
helplessness multiplied.

Yet I could feel a strong shudder of sexual excitement. I could not believe that
I was getting wet from this kind of treatment. Between the morning of the
passing of my husband, and the deliberately hectic schedule I kept, I had not
made love to anyone in some time. I did masturbated with my trusted dildo, with
my most intense orgasms fantasizing about being bound naked and forced to
perform sex in degrading ways for men. But always men. And it was just fantasy,
wasn't it? Just a way to relieve the pressures of a high pressure job.

Yet Brittany did not give me much time to lull over my feelings. She wrapped
some kind of strap just above my elbows. I groaned as she pulled my elbows
together, causing my arms and shoulders to pull back behind me. My chest was
forced forward, pushing my breasts up and out.

From underneath the couch, should pulled out a shoe box. She showed me the 5
inch heels. she bent down and took off my right shoe, then put on the new one. I
watched as she buckled the strap which attached just above my ankle. From her
pocket she produced a small luggage lock, which she snapped into place, locking
the straps into place. She repeated this action with my other foot. My balance
was shaky, yet I knew that I would not be removing these shoes for some time.

Another click of the camera.

The room was eerily quiet, outside of Brittany's movements and my breathing.
Still kneeling, she ran her fingers up my legs in a series of feather like
strokes, shooting sensations straight through my body. As she approached my
upper thighs and the bottom of my ass, my breathing became irregular and I could
not help but let out a yelp and a deep moan. I could not believe that, in spite
of my humiliated condition, my body was responding to her touch with an
intensity I had not felt in years.

Her fingers continued their journey north, skipping my crotch but circling my
flat stomach and sides. By the time her fingers drew a light trail around my
breasts, she had gained complete control of my body's sexual responses. She
tickled my hard nipples into long, hard nubs that ached for more demanding
attention.

Yet her fingers rose ever higher, over my shoulders and up the sensitive sides
of my neck. Her fingers trailed down my back and reached my ass, causing an
involuntary tensing of my butt. She lingered on my ass, drawing the lightest
little circles over both cheeks. As she reached the back of my thighs and knees,
I thought I would faint from the erotic sensations coursing through my body.

She repeated the process again. By the start of round three I was a quivering,
moaning mess. My slit was aching for some contact. I could feel my clit throb
with my pounding heart. I had never felt so excited in my life. What was
happening with me? Is there something wrong with me?

This time, she paid attention to my crotch. She drew her feathery touch around
the outside of my labia sending shivers of pleasure through my oversensitive
skin. My pussy was leaking wetness. She ran her fingers over and between my
labia. Never in the world had I allowed another woman to touch me, yet I could
not believe how excited I was becoming.

"Look how wet you are. You are just a horny slut. You must love to being so
helpless. Now, open you mouth and suck my fingers, slut," she said as she lifted
her sex-coated fingers up to my mouth. Her use of the word slut pushed my
embarrassment even further. I thought about keeping my mouth shut, but I was in
no condition for any more surprises. I opened up wide and she ran her fingers
all around my mouth. For some reason, the odd taste of my own excitement,
combined with her fingers being sucked in my mouth and my helpless condition
caused me to well up with tears yet again.

"Don't worry, honey, by the end of this weekend, you will have more pussy juice
than you will ever believe possible. Your desires and excitement will be
controlled by me and only by me." She brings her fingers down to my nipples
again, using a stronger touch, pulling and pinching and twisting until they feel
like they will explode. Out of a large gym bag which I had not seen before, she
grabs two clamp looking devices with a chain connecting the two. She pulls on
the left nipple and attaches the clamp on it's base.

The pain is overwhelming and I scream.

"Shut up, slut. You can moan, but nothing louder." she whispered into my ear.
She attached the other clamp, causing searing pain to criss-cross my breasts. My
grunting and moaning filled the room. I see her pick up the digital camera and
take another picture. I am mortified. She grabbed the hanging chain and using it
like a leash, she lead me into her bedroom. The shoes were uncomfortable and
difficult to walk in. I managed to make it down the hall without having my poor
nipples torn off my chest.

Her bedroom is rather large, with a king-sized four poster bed and a number of
dressers and chests. She walked me over to the full length mirror in the corner.
Next to the mirror was a small video recorder standing on a tripod. She turned
on the camera as we reach the mirror.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared at my reflection. I looked like an
excited, oversexed bimbo. My arms and shoulders strained as my boobs stuck out
from my chest, as if inviting anyone to play with the long, clamped nipples. My
excited breathing highlighted my strong stomach muscles. My crotch was
glistening with wetness, and you could see some of this wetness had spread to
the tops of my inner thighs. The high heels made my legs look long and strong.
Overall, I staring epitome of sex. And I could not believe it was me.

"Like what you see in the mirror?" she asked as she ran her hands over my
breasts again, stoking the fire between my legs yet again. As she rubbed me, I
could see how I involuntarily moved my hips and twisted my mouth in small, slow,
gyrating motions that looked sexy as hell.

"That person you see is a slut, a slave to her own sexual needs. I bet that you
would masturbate right in front of me if you had a free hand and bring yourself
to that climax which is building in you like a volcano. Isn't that right, slut?"

And she was right. I would have jammed my hand into my pussy without hesitation.
I would have pounded myself without mercy until I achieved this Herculean orgasm
that was building up inside me. "yes, Miss Brittany" I stammered.

Brittany's hand had moved down to my clit, and she pulled the hood aside to rub
the throbbing button. I gasped at it's size. It was larger than I had ever seen
it, sticking out erect like the tip of a finger. And it was so sensitive that I
knew I would cum in just a moment or two. I could not believe how my body
betrayed me. I should not be liking this. I should not be finding such pleasure
from a woman, someone who is forcing me into become a sex toy against my will.
Yet in just a short time, I was more excited than I had ever been. I wanted to
cum.

I can feel my orgasm approach and just as I am about to climax, she removes her
hand. My hips immediately buck forward, trying to hump her retreating hand. She
laughs at me, grabbing the nipple chain and pulling me towards the bed. She sits
on the bed.

"Kneel. Now you want to cum, don't you slut?" she asked as she rubbed the tips
of my clamped nipples. She was right. My hole body was vibrating with the orgasm
she denied me. "Answer me. You want to cum more than ever in your life?"

"Yes, Miss Brittany."

"Yes what, slut?"

"Yes, I want to cum, Miss Brittany."

"Beg me."

"Ple...Please make me cum. God, how I need to cum. I will do anything, JUST LET
ME CUM!!!......Miss Brittany, Please."

"If you want to have that little orgasm which is ruling you life right now, you
will need to give me one first. Don't ever forget that. You will only cum when I
give you permission. And you will always make me cum first. Or second, Or 40
times. Then, you might get yours." As she says all of this, she leans back and
slides her slacks down her legs. Her sexy black thong panties (I had never seen
her were undies anything nearly as sexy before) smelled of arousal. She lifted
up her butt again and pulled the thongs down her legs. Her pussy was completely
shaved and was moist from top to bottom.

She grabbed my head and shoved my face into her slit. She held me so tight that
I did not think that I could breath. Though I could feel my stomach churn with
disgust, I new what she wanted and stuck my tongue out. I licked her swollen
lips, trying to give her the same kind of attention that I know that I like. Her
odor was a very strong, sweet scent that revolted me and excited me at the same
time.

I heard the click of the camera again. The humiliation kept getting worse.

This was hard without my hands. I licked up under the hood of her clit,
releasing the hard nub. I flicked it with my tongue and sucked it. She was
bucking like a bronco, yet held my head tightly in place. In only a few minutes,
she screamed out. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD...UGGGHHHHHHH.....I'M
CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGGGG!" I kept licking until she had come down from her intense
orgasm. She pushed me back. I landed on my bound arms, causing me to scream out
in pain.

"You are certainly a talented pussy licker, slut. Are you sure you have never
licked pussy before. With a tongue like that, I will have much work for you and
you valuable tongue."

She leaned down and started to rub my clit again. "Look at the size of your
clit, slut. It must be twice the size of mine. You are just built for sex,
aren't you?"

I was so excited again I barely answer "Yes, Miss Brittany."

She pulled out a large, 10 inch dildo with some kind of suction device on the
base. She made me lick the suction cup, then walked over to the window and stuck
the dildo onto the window. "I am going to give you a chance to cum, slut. You
have ten minutes to fuck yourself with that dildo, or you go unsatisfied. And
believe me, with the weekend I have planned for you, you will be one sorry slut
if you don't cum now. You better hurry, time is a-wasting"

I look at her and I can't believe what she is asking of me. She wants me to fuck
myself in front of her window. How demeaning. Yet my pussy is screaming for
attention. The battle was not a tough one...I needed to cum. Struggling to my
feet, I approach the window. She has attached the dildo a bit high, so I have to
stand up on my tip toes for the dildo to reach my pussy. It took tremendous
balance and strength, but I finally got the right angle and push my pelvis onto
the dildo. Geez that felt good. Without hesitation I start rocking my hips back
and forth. I have to teeter on the toes of these high heels to reach, straining
my legs, ass and back.

I then saw Brittany in the corner of my eye. I turned to see her with the video
camera, filming my debasement. I was beyond embarrassment. I lost my balance and
struggled to re-mount the massive dildo.

"You have 6 minutes left. Better hurry, slut" she says as she walks out of the
room.

I continue the awkward process of fucking myself on her window while balancing
on my toes. I fell back a couple of times and had to struggle to re-mount the
monster dildo. I had never wanted anything more than i wanted that orgasm, and I
was afraid that I would lose it each time I lost my balance.

Finally, I was so close to cumming that I start to scream out. Just as I was
about to orgasm, my sight is blinded by a flash outside of the window. I look
down, and see Brittany snapping photos of me fucking her window. Yet I kept
humping. Just as my orgasm consumes me, I see her snap off a set of pictures of
me in this degrading position. I scream out the most intense cum I have ever
experienced in my life. When I am done, I slide off the dildo and slump to the
floor.

As I recover, I start to cry from the humiliation and helplessness. Maybe she
was right. Maybe I am just a slut after all.

Brittany returned to the room, clapping and whistling at my performance.
"Tomorrow will be a long day for you, so you better get some sleep." With this,
she pulls out a collar from her bag and locks it tightly around my neck. She
then locks a chain onto the collar, and locks the other end the leg to the heavy
chester drawers. Returning to the bag, she grabs a set of panties with a dildo
attached. Sensuously she pulled the panties up both of my legs. She steers the
tip of the dildo to my opening, then pushes it in with a slurping sound. She
pulls the panties up tight, then turns the knob of the dildo. I can feel the
dildo start to vibrate. She releases the strap binding my elbows, then attaches
another set of cuffs to my ankles, binding them together.

I don't dare speak, but plead with her with my eyes to remove the dildo. How am
I expected to sleep?

"You will be sleeping on the floor for now on, so you won't leak your slut goo
all over my nice bed. And don't look at me with that tone of voice. I only put
the setting on low. And here is a pillow. Now don't you have something to say?"

"Uh, thank you for the dildo and for allowing me to sleep on your floor. And
thank you for the use of your pillow, Miss Brittany." I said in a defeated tone.

"Very good. You are making a wonderful slave." Then, as if she forgot something,
she ran to the bag and pulled out a red ball with a strap running through it.
She asked me to open my mouth, then she stuffed the soft rubber ball in. She
tightly fastened the strap behind my head. I tried say something, but it came
out as a low murmur.

She patted my head and said, "I can't have you waking me up while I get my
beauty rest. Now go to sleep, my toy."

I lay my head down and close my eyes, tears leaking down my cheeks. The vibrator
sang it's song as my clit heard it's tune, staying large and stiff and excited.
Yet the buzz was only enough to keep me aroused and not enough to push me over
the edge.


A Slave To Politics

Part 2

by SpeechMasterOne


That first night was emotionally and physically exhausting. The vibrating dildo
in my pussy created a warm sexual tension throughout my body. The fullness
reached deep inside me. Any little movement pushed and pulled the monster into a
new position in my sex, causing my excitement to increase. Yet lying still was
nearly impossible. As I tried to settle down and find some rest, the vibrator
would build up the tension slowly and deeply. It did not touch my clit, though I
could feel the secondary vibrations rattle trough my loins. The frustration
grew. And grew. Within a couple of hours, I was grinding my hips involuntarily.

My nipples remained painfully hard as a thin layer of perspiration covered my
straining body. I grunted and groaned into my gag. In my wildest dreams, I would
never have believed that sexual excitement could be a form of endless torture. I
felt so incredibly helpless. My body was overloading my brain with the need to
find some relief. It screamed for it. Yet my mind could do nothing for it. Even
when I succumbed to my exhaustion and found some sleep, my dreams were filled
with chaotic and kinky sex. I would wake up several times moaning and humping
the air with my hips. Needless to say, I got very little rest.

The sun had been up for just about 30 minutes when Brittany awoke. She had
always been an early riser. As she stretched, the early morning sun lit up her
glorious body. I was amazed how sexy she looked with her large, high breasts
capped with perfectly round areolas and 1/2 inch nipples. She was thin, yet
carried a strong look to her entire frame. Her hazy eyes and sexy body added
just another can of fuel to the raging fire between my legs.

She looked down at me as she rolled out of bed. Leaning down, she watched my
hips grind with great amusement. "Well, aren't we a restless little slut?" she
asked mockingly. "All of my life I have dreamed of a hot slut to own. Yet it
would have remained a fantasy if you had not filled my head with your visions of
greatness. You truly convinced me that i could accomplish anything that I set my
sights on. And believe me, my sights were on you." As she said this, she used
one hand to run along the tight muscles of my stomach, then up to trace lines
around my rock-hard nipples. I thrust my chest up towards her hand, begging
through my gag for more contact. Her other hand found her own nipples and played
with them in earnest.

She got up and grabbed the video camera. Setting it up on the tripod, she
focused it on me and turned it on. She went to the bathroom while I struggled on
the floor. My god, what a sight I must be presenting. Muscles straining, sweat
gleaming, humping my hips in small circles while I moan into my gag, nipples
hard. How would I ever say I was not enjoying this? I felt totally defeated.

Brittany returned about 10 minutes later. She turned off the camera and set it
up in the bathroom. She returned and unlocked my ankles.

"Into the bathroom, slut. Hurry up, we have a busy day ahead!" she snapped.

I moved as fast as my cramped muscles would allow. She leaned down and unlocked
the high heels, slipping off my aching feet. She unlocked my wrists for the
first time since last night. They felt dead. The freedom was short lived. She
pulled me into the shower and snapped the cuffs back on in front of me. She
attached the handcuffs to a chain hanging from a large hook in the ceiling
located over the shower drain. I had to stretch up on my toes to keep the Strain
off my arms and shoulders.

"Your panties are soaking wet. Look at all of your fuck juice!" She said as she
peeled the saturated garment down my thighs. The dildo made a slurping sound as
it eased out of my slit. I held my breath and was a bit startled as it popped
out. Goo practically poured out of my pussy and down my thighs. My overcharged
sex was now void of any sensations, and incredibly, I wanted more. At a primal
level, I needed to cum.

Once the panties were off, she removed the gag. My mouth was sore and my jaw
ached something fierce. Yet she paid no attention to my problems. She leaned
forward and started the shower. I screamed from the impact of the frigid water.

"Quiet!" She screamed back as she smacked my ass hard with her hand.

The cold water felt like a thousand little needles hitting my skin. I shivered
violently as goose bumps rose all over my body. It felt as though my lungs could
not draw in any air. After about 30 seconds, I started to relax as the water
warmed. Soon the hot water hit my trussed up body. Brittany stepped in the
shower behind me. For the next 20 minutes, she lathered and rubbed and teased my
every nook and crevice her hands could find. She soaped up my back, kneading the
tension out of my aching muscles. She leaned into me as she washed my neck, then
my chest. She lingered forever on my proud breasts, running her slippery hands
over my nipples until they felt too sensitive to touch. Yet she continued, all
the while rubbing her breasts and hard nipples on my back.

The feel of her body on mine was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. I
loathed myself for allowing her to manipulate me so easily. I fought against her
delicious touch. Yet my body ignored my silent protestations. I started shaking
again, but this time with the need for her to allow me to cum. Her hands moved
down my sides and hips moving towards by swollen slit. The touch was purely
electrifying. Just a couple of light flicks on my clit brought me teetering on
the edge of cumming. But by this time, she moved her soapy hands down my thighs,
not allowing me to achieve release. I groaned with my need.

Once she finished rinsing me off, she stepped out of the shower stall briefly,
leaving me practically hanging with water pelting my nipples relentlessly. She
returned with an enema bag. "Please don't," I protested.

She spanked me twice on the ass with stinging blows. "I believe in progressive
punishment. Each time you disobey me, you earn an additional slap." I shut my
mouth immediately.

"Now that you are clean on the outside, we need to clean your insides as well,"
she giggled as she pressed the applicator against my anal opening. I have never
had anything up my ass before. Before I was ready, I felt her pushing it, trying
to get it past my anal ring. The more resistance, the harder she pushed. I
groaned deeply as it finally pushed it's way in. Once she felt satisfied how far
it was shoved in, I heard her squeeze a pump and I felt the plug expand inside
me. She kept pumping until I was certain she would split me apart.

She filled the 2-quart enema bag with the warm water from the showerhead, and
mixed in a little soap before sealing the bag. The bag was hung in front of me
on the showerhead. She patted me on the cheek and turned the knob, allowing the
water to flow quickly into my bowels. I panicked as I realized that she might
empty the entire bag inside of me. My insides started to expand. The pain grew
quickly. "Please stop. It hurts too much! Stop, Miss Brittany!!" I felt three
rapid-fire smacks on my ass that sent me swinging by my wrists. With the added
weight in my bowels my arms and shoulders were straining to their limit.

I bit my lip as the bag released the last of its contents into my over-extended
intestines. I looked down to see my stomach bulging like I was 7 months
pregnant. First I felt a series of rumbles in my bowels. Then I felt intense
cramps fire pain throughout my midsection. As the cramps increased, Brittany
started rubbing my slit again, light brushing my clit with her fingernail. The
effect was mind shattering. The cramps distracted me as she increased the level
of my arousal to heights I had never explored before. My heart pounded and my
lungs fought for air as she played with my helpless nub, pushing further towards
an orgasm despite the pain. Just as I approached my orgasm, she let go of my
clit.

"My. My little toy is in quite predicament, isn't she," Brittany said in a
little girl's voice. "I want you to tell me what a little slut you are. If you
convince me, I will take this out of your ass. I might even let you cum first."

With a speed and aggressiveness that truly shocked me, I immediately started
begging, almost screaming, "I am your sex toy, your slut. You own me, Miss
Brittany. I want to cum so bad. I need to cum!!!! I will go insane!!!!! PLEASE
HELP ME! I AM SUCH A SLUT!! I WILL DO ANYTHING IF YOU WILL JUST LET ME CUM!!!"

With a grin, she leaned into the shower and whispered into my ear. "You want to
cum so bad that you don't even mind the enema up your ass. Maybe I will leave
this in you for the rest of the day."

Just as the pain intensified, I groaned out "My God, you must take this out. It
hurts. Please help me!"

"As you wish. But you must promise to hold it in for 5 minutes, or I will not
allow you to cum now."

I nodded. Without a word, she released the air from the applicator and yanked it
out of my ass. She then stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She
watched with amusement as I struggled to hold in the contents of my belly. After
thirty seconds, I was losing strength; after one minute, I could feel seepage.
Thoroughly exhausted, I gave up after the 90-second mark. Everything released
from my anal cavity and onto the floor. As my bowels evacuated, I felt utter
relief. Yet the brown liquid floating around my toes disgusted me. And I felt
absolutely mortified.

Brittany ordered me to turn around so the shower could wash off the rest. Once
everything had cleared, she reached in and turned of the shower. She reached up
and unhooked my cuffs from the chain in the ceiling. I nearly collapsed onto the
shower basin. She pulled me out and asked me to sit on the toilet seat. As soon
as she returned with the scissors and shaving cream in her hands, I remembered
the sight of her bald pussy. I was so emotionally spent that I had no energy
left to protest.

She proceeded to clip my wispy tuft of pubic hair. She took her time,
"accidentally" bumping my clit several times. By the time she applied the
shaving cream to my mound and the space between my slit and asshole, my arousal
was skyrocketing. She slowly shaved me, pulling on my labia to get a better
angle. I was again near an earth shattering orgasm when she finished up. She
used a wet washcloth to clean away the excess soap. "There you go! Look at how
puffy your perfect little cunt lips are. And your huge clit is sitting up like a
tiny little pecker. You will never be allowed to have hair again on your pussy.
Even stubble will cause you severe punishment. Do you understand?" She asked
sternly as she rubbed my now bald slit with her amazing feather like touch. I
was amazed at how quickly she could bring me to the edge, and how she
instinctively knew when to stop.

"Yes, Miss Brittany"

She took off the handcuffs and ordered me to clasp my hands behind my head. She
then went into the bedroom and returned with her naughty bag of toys. She
grabbed a towel and patted my shivering body dry. I think she new that the
shivering was from my need to cum, not the chill of the room.

She took out a collar from the bag. Inscribed on the front were the words
"SexToy." She fastened a collar around my neck, and locked it in place. This
simple act delivered a devastating blow to my self-esteem. I lost all self worth
at that point.

She handed me a garter belt and ordered me to slip it on. It was a bit too
tight, but I knew better than to complain. Next were the hose, which I rolled up
each leg and attached to the garters. She lifted each foot and locked on the
five-inch heels from last night.

"I don't like droopy tits, so you will have the luxury of always wearing a bra.
I will make sure that you will always find them to be, shall I say,
'entertaining' at the least." With this she handed me a heavily boned demi-bra,
with enough support to force my breasts up and out, but leaving the nipples
fully exposed.

She grabbed a six-inch chain from the bag and locked it to my collar. The other
end was locked to my handcuffs. Brittany barked, "Now go down stairs and fix me
breakfast. You are not allowed to cum. And don't get any stupid
thoughts...remember what I have on you now." She pointed to the video camera,
which was sitting on the medicine cabinet. It was pointed at the shower, which
meant that it captured the entire episode with the enema, including my begging
to cum.

I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the downstairs kitchen. I had to move
slowly and deliberately in these monster heels. I tested the length of the chain
and found I could not get close enough to touch my pussy. Even when I stopped
and bent over, I was just an inch or so away from touching my still throbbing
clit.

As I started fixing breakfast, I thought about how I would get out of this
predicament. Could I steal the files? No, they were locked away. What about the
pictures and video? I did not know where they were kept. I could run away. But
where would I go. I would be hounded down by law enforcement. I could give up
and go to prison. But then I would lose everything and my career and reputation
would be shattered. I would need outside help, but it would take time to plan,
time that I did not have at my disposal right then.

The heels were killing my feet. They forced me to walk with an exaggerated sway
in my hips. And this bra was something else. It held my breasts up on two round
shelves, presenting my nipples like twin gun barrels. Even with the collar and
chains, I had to admit that I looked and felt sexy. Without thinking, I used my
fingertips to lightly brush my nipples back and forth.

The heightened level of excitement from the last 12 hours, which had just cooled
to a simmer over the last 20 minutes, was almost instantly stoked again. Never
had my body been so sensitive and felt so hot. I started to pinch my nipples and
pull on them as my breathing increased rapidly.

Realizing what I was doing, I summoned all of my strength and took my hands away
from my nipples. But the damage was done. My body was again buzzing with sexual
need. I took deliberate breaths to calm myself down. I was startled. I whipped
my head around as I heard Brittany in the kitchen doorway. She was dressed in a
mid-thigh length leather skirt, a tasteful sleeveless blouse and two-inch heels.
She looked stunning.

"I had a feeling that I could not trust you and your slut tendencies. You must
realize that I now own your body. You must ask permission before you can touch
it. You must ask permission before you do anything. You are my toy to play with,
and I will exact extreme punishment if you disobey me. Now bend over the counter
and receive your spankings. I believe that we are now up to four!"

Her speech frightened the hell out of me. I quickly leaned over the counter.
Brittany grabbed my hair and pushed my head down as she rattled off her first
slap. My ass, which never completely recovered from the previous slaps, smarted
something fierce. Brittany said, "From now on, you will count them out and thank
me for spanking you after each and every blow. Understand, my toy?"

"Yes, Miss Brittany. One...thank you for spanking me!"

SLAP!

"Two...thank you for spanking me, Miss Brittany!"

SLAP!

That one made me groan in pain. "Three...thank you for spanking me, Miss
Brittany!"

SLAP!

The last was the hardest yet. I could feel my eyes well up. "Four.....thank you
for spanking me, Miss Brittany!" The simple acting of thanking her for each slap
was as humiliating as the punishment itself.

Brittany sat down. "Serve me my food. Then pour yourself a small bowel of
Special K, with skim milk, and sit on the floor and eat it as quickly as
possible."

I moved quickly and quietly, tending to her needs first, then fixing and eating
my breakfast. At her command, I took up the dishes and cleaned them while she
returned to the bedroom to setup my clothes for this morning. I joined her as
soon as I finished.

She grabbed the hook in my collar and pulled me into the bathroom. She unhooked
the chain connecting my cuffs to the collar, and then uncuffed my wrists, only
to cuff them behind me again. She sat me down at the vanity and started to pull
my hair into a tight ponytail. Staring into the mirror, I watched as she started
tying a thin leather strap to the base of my hair, and then weaved it into the
ponytail. I found out later just why she did this.

Finished with my hair, she uncuffed my wrists, freeing them for the first time
since last night. She gave me very strict instructions on how to apply my
makeup. In a word, "heavy!" She went into the bedroom as I finished up.

I finished and joined her in the bedroom as ordered. She had pulled one of my
older business suits. It was a red outfit that I had not worn in a while, and
obviously she had prepared it far in advance of the day's events. She handed me
the skirt, and as I pulled it on, I immediately noticed the hem was much higher.
In fact it was only a few inches from the bottom of my ass. If I bent over, I
would expose the underside of my tight buns. The skirt was now much tighter as
well.

She handed me the matching coat, which was a double-breasted coat with a single
button in the front. This coat was meant to be worn with a blouse underneath.
She had obviously taken this in as well. I had to pull the coat to get the
button to fasten. This pressed my nearly naked breasts and exposed nipples into
the fabric. The roughness of the fabric rubbing against my nipples instantly
brought them to rock-hard attention again. You could see them pushing little
tents in the fabric. The coat also exposed the tops of my breasts, and was cut
deep enough so that you could notice the strap between my bra cups.

She grabbed some kind of plug, 5 inches long and tapered on both ends, with a
broad, flat base at one end. "Lift your skirt, slut," she ordered. As I did so,
she ran the plug up and down my still wet slit. I yelped as she then pushed it
into my pussy, and she moved it in and out, twisting it around with each thrust.
I was again amazed how quickly she brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I was
panting and was about to hit that much needed cum when she pulled it out. I
wanted to scream out, but I did not want another spanking this morning.

"Bend over and hold your ankles," she ordered. In position, I felt her run her
fingers over my hard ass cheeks and upper thighs. I was shaking with need. How
does she know how to keep me at this impossible level of excitement? She touched
the fuck-juice covered plug against my anal hole. She pushed and twisted as I
grunted with the pain. After a short but intense effort, the plug broke through
my tight sphincter and sucked in the plug to its base. For the second time in as
many hours, my ass felt uncomfortably full.

Finished with my anal violation, she commanded that I straighten up. Brittany
piled some items from her toy bag into her purse, and we were on our way.

She led me out to my car. She opened the doors with the remote, and we both
climbed in. "Lift your skirt and sit bare assed on the seat." I did as she said.
The plug moved in my ass.

Brittany pulled out of the long driveway of my five-acre property and proceeded
to inform me of the game we would play as we drove to our first destination.
"You will use one hand to play with your nipples, and one hand to play with your
slit. You are to judge your excitement on a scale from 1 to 10, with 1 being
normal and 10 being an orgasm. You are to announce a number to correspond to you
excitement level. Once you reach the number 9, you are to ask my permission to
stop playing with yourself. Only with my permission are you allowed to stop. You
are absolutely NOT ALLOWED TO CUM! I know you and your body language, so don't
think that you can cheat. If you disobey me, or if I think you are not being
100% honest in playing my little game, then I will punish you so severely with
my whip that it will take weeks for the scars to heal. Now tell me, what level
are you at right now?"

"Five, Miss Brittany" I did not want to play this game, especially riding in my
car were anyone on the road could see my lewd sexual display. I felt so terribly
helpless and alone.

"You may start," she announced.

With this, I immediately started rubbing my breasts and my slit. Again, my body
betrayed me, growing in excitement like a rocket. "Six," I said almost
immediately. My sphincter squeezed around the plug. "Seven," I said seconds
later. I pinched and pulled my right nipple as my right hand flicked my clit
with a flurry. I needed to cum so badly that my body was driving me towards my
orgasm at light speed. "Eight," I panted as i could feel my whole body heat up.
I was already leaking goo onto the leather seat. "Nine," I said as I could feel
an earth shattering orgasm forming deep within me. With great reluctance, I
begged, "May I stop playing with myself, Miss Brittany?"

Brittany looked over at me with a huge smile and a snicker. "Keep going. But I
warn you, don't cum!"

I slowed my hands down, which did little good because of the how hypersensitive
my clit and nipples were. My vision blurred and I could hear a ringing in my
ears as I continued to stroke myself. I was grunting and moaning so loud that I
thought that I would shatter the glass. Just when I thought that I would
literally explode, she said the magic words, "STOP."

I took my hands away and struggled catch my breath. I could hear her laughing at
me as my body slowly cooled down a bit. After several minutes, just when my head
was feeling clear, she said, "Start"

I was flabbergasted that I had to do this again! Yet my hands flew to play with
my nipples and clit again. "Seven." I forced myself to rub slower this time, to
somehow control my excitement and not allow her complete satisfaction over me.
But my body was not listening to me. "Eight" I felt like a run away train. I
could not stop my body from racing towards the orgasm that had been denied so
often over that past few hours. In a defeated tone, I grunted
"Nine.....Mi...Miss Britt..ttany...may I stop pla...playing with me?"

Brittany started giggling again as she said nothing, watching my body tremble
and turn beet red as I struggled to keep from cumming. I thought I would lose
consciousness when I her yell "STOP!"

After what I estimated as about ten minutes, she said the dreaded words again,
"Start."

"Eight" I stammered as my hands punished my clit and nipples. My fingers were
listening only to my body now, driving me hard towards the only thing that
mattered in my life, a fucking orgasm. "NINE" I screamed as I held my breath to
fight the gigantic O. I needed it so bad that I cried like an infant. I did not
care anymore. I would take my punishment. I was going to make myself cum, even
if it killed me.

I did not notice that Brittany had pulled off on the side of the road. Just when
I reached the point of no return, she grabbed my hand that was friggin my clit
and pulled it away. She snapped a handcuff on it and quickly pulled it behind my
back. She grabbed my other wrist, maneuvered it behind my back, and snapped the
other cuff tight.

I could not stop shaking as my body screamed at me to cum. Crying was the only
form of release that I could muster. This evil girl was using my sexual need to
torture me, and at that moment I knew that I was broken. I could only imagine
what would come next (forgive the pun).

(to be continued)


A Slave To Politics

Part 3

by SpeechMasterOne

The warm breeze of the early summer morning blew across the road as Brittany
again started driving. I shivered in my seat as my thoughts spun out of control.
I could barely see as the tears clouded my vision. Minute upon minute passed,
yet my heart kept beating as fast as it could to keep up with my sexual
excitement.

Finally, my arousal finally started to recede to a manageable level as Brittany
pulled into a mall parking lot. Activity was brisk as the lot was quickly
filling with morning shoppers. With my skirt hiked up, I was terrified that
someone would see my soaking wet pussy.

I never shopped here before, though I heard of this mall. We were a good 40
minutes outside of the city, A place where I normally would not be caught dead
shopping. I felt comforted a bit by the precautions Brittany took.

"We are going inside so that you can buy yourself new outfits," Brittany
commanded. "Don't worry, slut, we will keep you relatively respectable during
work hours. But we need more appropriate outfits for you so that I can dress my
toy as I wish. Now remember the rules. I am sure you don't want to give me a
reason to spank your bare ass in the middle of a crowded mall" Brittany slowly
moved her finger to touch my red and puffy sex. Just the slightest touch caused
me to jerk. Brittany ran her finger down the moist lips, then slowly dipped her
finger into the sopping wet folds. Everything was so hypersensitive that I
thought that I would literally explode. I had no idea that I could ever get this
horny. My large clit stood out erect, yearning for even a single blissful
stroke. She toyed with me until she spotted the signs of an impending orgasm,
then abruptly stopped. She brought her wet finger to my mouth in an obvious
offering. I was about to suck the finger into my mouth when I remembered to ask
permission.

"Please allow me to suck my juice off of your finger, Miss Brittany," I begged
in a breathy voice. She smiled and allowed me to move my lips forward. The act
of licking and sucking her finger, covered with my lustful juices, hammered away
at my self esteem. Even though my brain said this was wrong, wrong, wrong, my
body was in absolute control and demanded that I obey in the hopes of achieving
some end to my tortured excitement.

"Good slut," she cooed as she pet my head with her free hand. For some reason,
at that moment, I felt very proud that I had earned her praise. She bent me
forward in my seat and released my wrists from the cuffs. I wanted to thrust my
fingers into my slit, but I was so scared of angering Brittany that I kept my
hands away. I felt week as stepped out of the car.

We walked together, her arm around my waist. With the unfamiliar heels, butt
plug and pent up sexual excitement I was unsteady in my gate. As we approached
other shoppers moving towards the entrance, I realized how vulnerable and nearly
naked I was. The light breeze blew between my legs and on my soaking wet, bald
crotch. Several times short gusts would threaten to lift up my skirt, exposing
to the world my seemingly whorish condition. My nipples rubbed the course
fabric, shooting daggers straight to my libido.


Every eye seemed to catch my loosely dressed image as the two of us strolled
into the mall and down the main promenade. I was relieved when we entered one of
the stores near the entrance, a trendy teens store. Music blared as we walked by
rack after rack of skimpy, tight, sexy clothes for high schoolers. She marched
me to the racks of blouses, picking up an assortment, none of which I would have
ever considered even in my more rambunctious youth. We skimmed the skirt section
where she selected a grouping of skirts that seemed to lack enough fabric to be
called skirts. She quickly herded me into the dressing room.

"I have coordinated the outfits. Change and come find me so I can assess each on
you. Don't touch your clit for any reason. Now hurry up, slut!" she warned.

Though I feel comfortable in a size 4, she had selected nothing but size 2
outfits, which were already meant for a tight fit. The first selection was a
sheer blue button up blouse which was so tight that it took some effort to
fasten the buttons. I quickly slipped on the tiny skirt. What I saw when I
turned to look in the mirror made me shiver. The hem of the skirt ended just two
inches below my butt cheeks. If I bent over for any reason, I would expose my
plugged ass. You could see the shimmer of wetness on the inside of my upper
thighs. And the blouse did nothing to hide my breasts, showcased by the 1/4 cup
bra. My nipples where straining to poke through the fabric, the smooth surface
rubbing maddeningly against the erect nubs. With the heels, I looked like some
kind of horny tramp. How could she expect me to go out like this.

Yet I knew that I had no choice. I sucked it up and walked out into the store.
Brittany was up at the front counter talking with the sales girl. The heels
forced me to exaggerate the sway of my tight hips, causing the skirt to ride up
a bit with each step. I pulled down the hem as i approached Brittany. "Turn
around," she ordered. The clerk was a smallish girl with an extremely
provocative outfit hugging her tight little frame. Her stares further fueled my
embarrassment.

Completing my turn, Brittany asked, "Precious, isn't she? Look at how horny she
is."

"You were right, she is an adorable little toy. How long has she been your
slave? A day? And she is already leaking like a faucet?"

They both smiled as I listened, mortified at how they were talking about me like
I was a possession, just an object that they owned. The sales girl approached
me, her eyes level with my breasts. She rubbed my nipples through the fabric,
eliciting a loud moan. As she began to pinch, I moved my hands reflexively to
protect my nipples. In an instant, I knew that I was in trouble.

"Ah, how disappointing. Slut, you will need to be punished. And since you
offended my friend, she will determine how you will be punished."

I was petrified as both girls escorted me to the back room of the store. I
should have bolted out of the store and grabbed someone from security. I am sure
they would help me. But I was dressed like a sexed-up slut in clothes that had
not paid for. I would not be treated like a victim, but like a common thief.
Again, I was trapped.

The sales girl pulled out a set of handcuffs from a desk drawer. She grabbed my
wrists and secured them behind me. She then grabbed a length of rope and tied it
to the strap weaved into my ponytail. Then with the help of Brittany they pulled
the rope over a pipe running parallel to the ceiling. They pulled it tight,
forcing me up on the balls of high heels to take the strain off my hair. I
screamed out my discomfort and was met with a ball gag being popped into my
mouth. Again, I felt completely helpless.

The sales girl licked her lips as she began to slowly, ever so slowly, unbutton
my blouse. She intentionally brushed my nipples as she reached the last buttons.
She looked like a kid in a candy store with the way she stared at my breasts. I
heard the now familiar snap of a camera as Brittany took pictures of my
debasement in the hands of this evil little creature. The clerk unfastened my
skirt and pulled it down my stretched legs, dropping them down around my toes.

And there I stood, bound, naked and helpless, sexually excited in front of two
sadistic teens. What frightened me most was that I was silently begging for them
to touch me, to use my pussy, to make me cum. The clerk massaged my breasts,
then squeezing and pulling my nipples out. God that hurt. She kept at my breasts
for several long minutes, driving me insane with both pain and lust. When she
finished, my breasts where pink and swollen, my nipples again hypersensitive
long nubs.

Snap. Brittany put down the camera and leaned forward to whisper to me,
"remember the rules, my slut." I did not even see the first blow land. A
blinding fire of pain crossed my chest as the small lash slapped across the pail
skin of my breasts. I screamed out in pain. Brittany announced, "You forgot to
thank my friend for the lash, and you screamed out without permission. You have
earned two additional lashes."

I thought that I would die when the lash hit my breasts again, catching the
nipple flush. I bit my lip to endure the pain, then whispered, "Two, thank you
for lashing me." Brittany toyed with the plug in my ass, wiggling it and
twisting it. With her other hand, she toyed with the lips of my pussy and
enjoying my reactions.

Slap

"Three, thank you for lashing me." This was unbearable. The sales girl would
allow enough time for the pain to recede, allowing me to feel the enormity of my
excitement and sending me skyrocketing towards an orgasm. Then she would hit me
again, chasing away the orgasm with the return of the blinding pain.

By the time we finished number seven, I was certain that all of the skin had
been whipped off my precious breasts. Tears streamed down as the pain slowly
turned to a hot, hot burning throb. Brittany stopped toying with me. She ran her
finger up my thigh to mid-level, than lifted two fingers to my eyes to show me
how much of my love juice had leaked down my leg. She then reached up and
released my hair from it's suspension. I was a raw bundle of nerve endings.

"On your knees, slut! Now you will show your appreciation by sucking off my
friend." I struggled to kneel down on the hard concrete floor while my hands
were still locked behind me. The sales girl quickly removed her skirt to reveal
a finally trimmed slit that was already leaking from arousal. She sat on the
edge of the desk and pulled me forward with my ponytail, mashing my face into
her crotch.

Fearing another punishment, I quickly got to work. I licked the wetness off her
nether lips. She tasted different than Brittany, not as sweet, with more of a
musky scent. As I reached her clit she started bucking her hips wildly into my
mouth. She held onto my pony tail tightly, smothering me with her pussy. I
flicked my tongue as quickly as I could. She came violently, moaning and
thrusting like a bronco. I sucked in her clit and she came again. Her orgasms
drove me wild with need. I gently chewed on her clit, using my tongue to flick
the very tip. She was rolling into her third straight orgasm. She had to push my
head away to calm herself down. I landed hard on my back.

I laid there on the floor, panting, with pussy juice all over my mouth and
crotch. Brittany knelt down next to me, lightly rubbing my cheek and cooing,
"You are a good slave. Good slave. Yes...." And as she stroked me and reassured
me, I felt like an owned woman, a slave, a slut. I felt nothing like the
powerful woman I thought I was just a day ago. And I never felt more alive.

(to be continued)