Waif and the Effects of National Nude Day
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"Chris, I love you.” Don’t say that honey. What am I going to do?
I had just finished making love to Cass, a young 17 year old runaway I had picked up last night on Montreal’s infamous ‘Maine’. I met her when she’d propositioned me. I had turned her down. However, when I looked at her, it had torn my heart. She looked so tired, dirty and hungry, and there she was out on the street late at night. The fact that she was not a regular streetwalker was obvious. She had offered her services for just twenty dollars. Rather than accept her proposition, I had offered to feed her.
I took her for a meal at Subway. While she ate, she told me why she was out on the street. Her parents were both dead. The only family she had left were her stepbrothers. She’d run away from the brutality that they imposed on her. They were abusing her daily, and treating her like a slave by making her do all the cooking, the housework, and by keeping her imprisoned in the house.
She had no sooner arrived in Montreal, when another street girl had stolen her possessions. She’d then fallen into the hands of a pimp who had initially befriended her. He had procured a client for her, and after she had given the client a blowjob, he took the money she had been paid. He then beat her up, giving her a black eye. She had been left with no money, no food and no place to live.
Despite my better judgment, I took her to my place to doss out on my couch. It was only after she had showered and cleaned herself up that I realized how beautiful she was.
She fell asleep on the couch while we were watching television. I did not want to take advantage of her situation, so I went to sleep in my bedroom.
During the night, she had crawled into my bed because she was scared. When I woke up, she was lying naked against me and we ended up making the most passionate love that I had ever experienced. We were lying cuddled against each other when she made that remarkable insane confession.
“Cass, how can you say that? How can you say you love me? You don’t know me or anything about me.”
“I know I love you. I know I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You have helped me and taken care of me. Other men have used me. You refused to use me. When we made love just now, I knew that what I felt was different. To me this is love.”
What does this kid know about love? Is she playing me? She’s gorgeous, sweet but… Is she what I need in my life? I don’t want a daughter. I need a slut, a bitch who I can dominate. Someone as kinky as me. She must be playing me. I’m her only security right now. Damn! I need to figure this out.
“Chris, what’s going to happen to me?” she said teary eyed.
There it is, she is playing me. Well, let’s enjoy it for now. I can afford to spoil her a little before sending her off. She deserves at least that much.
“Cass, right now I don’t know. We can figure that out later. What we’re going to do is take a shower, eat, and go try to find you some clothes. Those rags you were wearing will have to go right to the garbage.”
“We are? You would do that for me?” Her face immediately brightened as she flashed me her adorable smile.
She’s still a little girl. Doesn't take much to make her happy.
We headed out, and she was almost skipping as we walked downtown. Her joy was contagious and I found myself smiling with her. Passers-by were turning to look at us. It seemed that they also were caught up in her joy. I could see them smile as we passed them.
We went to one of the large discounts stores in the area. I’m not by choice a shopper, however, I knew this store carried good merchandise at reasonable prices. She dashed from aisle to aisle, her eyes bright and excited.
“What shall I get? I have never been in a store this big. What can I buy?" she babbled.
I told her to get a pair of jeans, a couple of tops, a skirt, shorts, and shoes. Two pairs of shoes, sneakers and something more formal. Underwear and bras we would get at another store.
I now remembered why I hated so much to go shopping with a woman. The decision-making process, I’m sure, must be agony for them. So many colors and styles, how she looks in the item, what do I think of it, it all seems to make it so hard for them to reach a decision.
She modeled each piece she chose for me. That alone made the exercise worth my while. She really was stunning. The jeans accentuated every curve of her body. When she put on the cutoffs, I had a hard time controlling my erection, as they seemed molded to her. I couldn’t even imagine how she had put them on. We finally staggered out with several bags of clothing.
Our next stop was a lingerie store. I told Cass to pick up whatever she wanted. She selected several items and went into a cubicle to try them out. At one point, she peeked out and asked a young sales person something. They both disappeared into the cubicle.About fifteen minutes later, they both reappeared. Cass seemed flushed. I knew that look; it was the same look I had seen on her face that morning, after we made love. She looked at me and smiled, however, I noticed that she was blushing. I asked what had taken her so long, and she answered that she had been making sure I would like what she had picked.
I wonder what went on in there.
We took a taxi and headed back to my apartment, as it was getting late.
Entering the apartment, Cass looked at me and said, “Chris, I‘m sorry, I couldn't help it.”
“Couldn't help what?”
“I asked that sales girl to come and help me choose the lingerie. She was very cute, and while adjusting the strap on my bra, she started fondling me. It felt good and I just let her do it. Then we played around with each other. She played with my pussy and masturbated me. Oh Chris, I’m so sorry. You have to punish me. I should not have done that after all the nice things you have done for me.”
“Cass, are you bisexual?”
“Do I like women? I think so. I love when women touch me and… My stepbrothers would bring girls over and have us give them shows. It was better for me than having the guys fuck me, and I grew to like it. Please punish me. I deserve it. I feel that I betrayed you.”
Is this for real? Does she mean that?
“Well, how do you think that I should punish you?”
“That’s for you to decide. I have been naughty and deserve whatever you decide to do to me.”
“Cass if I decide to punish you, that will alter our relationship. You will no longer be just a friend.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means that if you willingly accept my discipline, this won't be a one-time thing. From now on, I’ll punish you whenever you need it, or just because it pleases me. Your body will be mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”
“Uh… I’m not sure. Will you hurt me?”
“Sometimes. I’ll also make sure you receive as much pleasure as I can give you. In this type of deal, pain and pleasure become linked. Do you still want me to punish you?”
“Chris, I’m scared by what you say. I want to be punished for what I did but… I am not sure I want to be punished all the time.”
“Cass, you’ll only be punished when you deserve to be or when you ask me to punish you. The alternative is that come Monday you’ll go on your way without me.”
“You'll kick me out? I don’t understand. I thought you liked me.”
“I like you, but I am also confused. I might even be in love with you…”
“You are! So why? Why would you do that?”
“Cass, this is something I need for me. I really like you, but I need to own my lover body and soul for me to be satisfied.”
“But I’ll give myself to you gladly. Chris, I love it when we make love. I love being with you.”
“This is not just about fucking, Cass. It goes much deeper. I need to own you completely. You, in turn, will own me. I will become your protector, your lover, your master. You will be my slut, my lover, my toy. I’ll love, protect and cherish you.
“I will decide what you wear, who you see. What you can or cannot do. Your body will be mine to do with as I please. I will dictate your life. When I discipline you, I will no longer be Chris. You will call me either Sir, or Master. So decide and tell me what do you want me to do?”
“Please punish me, master.”
“Take off your clothes. Strip for me.”
She proceeded to strip out of her new clothes while I admired her slight body. Tiny tits with pebble hard nipples, a flat stomach, her pussy a hairless cleft surrounded by thin pussy lips, long legs, and a nice rounded little tush formed an incredible sight before my eyes. Her long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her blue eyes reflected her fear and incertitude.
Is she accepting this in order to prevent me from kicking her out? Will she be able to be a true submissive? I guess we will soon find out.
I took her to the spare bedroom, which I had used in the past as a punishment room. I forced her body over the back of a low backed armchair. I then tied arms and legs to each of the four legs so as to stretch her body, forcing her to be on her toes. She looked absolutely delectable stretched with her head below her waist, her ass as high as it could go and her legs straining with tension. I ran my hands across her ass, delighting at the feel of her taut, young butt. Her skin was warm and felt tender under my palm. I pinched her til she squirmed and yelped.
“Slut, you’re going to get your ass tenderized. I’m going to spank your butt til it is crimson. What do you think about that?”
“Please, sir, I deserve it.”
“You’re going to keep count of every time I hit you by counting out loud.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. There was a quake in her voice. I sensed that fear was starting to build. That to me was fine. A little fear would spice up the proceedings for me. I moved to the front to look at her face and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She tried to force a smile at me.
Standing in front of her, I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my pants and boxers. My cock was erect. I brought it to her mouth. “Suck me. Show me what an obedient little slut you are. Show me that you are mine to do whatever I want to.”
Her lips surrounded the tip of my cock. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her soft mouth around me. I wanted, however, this to be more than her sucking me. I wanted to test her. I drove my cock forcibly into her. “That’s it, wide open; take it all right down your throat.” I was driving right into the back of her throat making her gag on each thrust. She was drooling saliva down her chin. Finally, I decided that her mouth was tamed enough for now and withdrew. “What do you say slut?”
“Uh… I don’t know?”
“I don’t know…”
“Sorry, sir. I don’t know what you want me to say?”
“Cass, when your master uses you in any way, you thank him.”
“Sorry, master, thank you.”
“No, Cass, not that way. Its not just a thing you say because I tell you to. You have to say it because you mean it. In time you’ll learn to be grateful for all I do to you.”
I leaned over and told her to show me her tongue. When it peeped out at me, I sucked on it. She explored my mouth greedily, and we kissed passionately. Taking a facecloth, I cleaned the tears from her face.
Smiling at me she said, “Thank you, master.”
“That’s a good girl. See this time you meant it.”
“Yes, Sir I see that. I think I am beginning to understand. Why didn't you let me finish sucking you off?”
“I have other plans for that. I will decide when I cum. I will also decide when you can cum. From now on you will not cum till I permit you to do so. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
Walking around to the back, I caressed her hips and ass. The roundness of her ass cheeks filled my hands as I kneaded each one. I pinched her and watched the color rise til they became flushed. Sliding my hand under her parted legs, I palmed her soft pussy and fingered her till she started to moan.
“Don’t cum, Cass; wait til I give you permission.”
Pinching her little marble of a clit, I heard her gasp. I pinched it harder till she was whimpering. “Please… harder sir. That feels so good. Yes… Yes, more please. Harder! Harder! Please let me cum. Please, sir.”
“Cum now, slut, show me that you are a real slut.”
Her hips were thrusting against my fingers. She was attempting to arch her back.
"OH! I’m cumming,” she shrieked. Her whole body shook, as she pushed her pussy against my hand.
“Oh, thank you, sir, you are so good to me.” Her pussy was so wet that cum was dripping out and streaming down her thighs. My hand was soaked, and I wiped it on her ass.
“Are you ready for your punishment, Cass?”
“Yes, sir. Please, not too hard, sir.”
As I raised my hand to spank her, she clenched her ass cheeks. I just kept my hand raised and waited until she could no longer maintain the additional tension and unclenched them. My hand came down swiftly and slammed into her butt.
“Ouch, that stung.”
“Cass, that one will not count. Have you forgotten what I have asked you already?”
“Sorry, sir. One.”
“No, the next one will be one. This one did not count.”
Spank after spank fell on her ass, as she kept count. I alternated between her thighs and her ass cheeks, my hand leaving its imprint on her tender flesh, which was turning bright pink. I stopped after twenty. My palm caressed her and I felt the delicious warmth of her bum.
Parting her ass cheeks, I gazed at her pink rosebud. “Cass, have you ever been fucked up the ass?”
“No, sir. My stepbrothers tried but they said I was too tight. It hurt when they tried.”
“Well, we are about to find out. Who owns this ass of yours?”
“It’s yours, Master.”
“If it is mine, what can I do to it?”
“You can do whatever you want, sir.”
I went and got some Astro Lube and applied a dollop to her asshole. Then, greasing my fingers, I slid them into her ass. She truly was tight. I forced a finger past her sphincter as she yelped. I don’t think I had ever been in a tighter hole. She pushed, trying to force my finger out. I started to rotate my finger back and forth in her. “Cass, relax it won’t hurt if you just relax. Take a deep breath and push back against my finger.”
“Uh… yes, sir.”
Slowly I felt my finger sliding deeper into her as she relaxed. A second finger joined the first. She was uttering little moans as I reamed her butt. It felt wonderfully tight and warm, and I was aching to thrust my rod into her. Finally, I pulled out my fingers, which came out with a pop and positioned my cock at her pucker. I immediately felt her tighten up. I spanked her ass cheek and told her to relax and push back against me.
Slowly her sphincter swallowed up the head of my cock. I could see her hole stretched around it. She was uttering small grunts and moans of pain. I just stopped pushing to let her get accustomed to having something that large in her.
Her hips then started rocking back and forth and my cock slid slowly into her moist, hot depths. The sensation was both painful and exquisite for me. She was so tight, it felt like my cock was being squeezed from all directions. Each time she pushed back against me her sphincter would grip me and milk my cock.
I passed my hand over her body and was teasing, and pinching her clit. She thrust back, eager to get my length deep in her then forward to press her clit against my hand. At this rate, I knew I would not be able to hold back for long. However, I didn't want this to ever end. She was abandoning herself to me totally. My cock throbbed in her tight hole. She was truly milking it of all it had to give.
“Cass,” I yelled, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to flood your tiny ass. I’m cuummmiiing . Oh yes, so good. So good, my wonderful little slut.”
“Yes. Yes, Chris, I feel you shooting in me. So hot, so good to be filled by you. Cum love. Cum in me my master. Fill me up.
“Yes… OH! Yes. Chris, master please let me cum. Please.”
“Cum. Cum you wonderful slut.”
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming… Wow! Master, I love you so much. Thank you, master.”
As I pulled out, I replaced my cock with a butt plug up her ass. I wanted my cum to remain in her. I then released her and took her into my arms. She wrapped me tightly against her chest and just held me. Her little hard nipples pressed against me. She lifted her head and whispered, “Thank you, thank you so much.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Master, it feels so good to be able to abandon my body to you. To feel that I am yours and that you own me.”
Can this be? She is a true submissive. How can I have been so lucky as to find her? I love her!
“Cass, I want to thank you also.”
“Why, master?”
“For the trust you have shown, for letting me possess you, for allowing me to love you my way. I love you, my darling.”
“I love you so much. I want you. I never want to leave you.”
She raised her pretty face to mine and kissed me with a passion that I had not felt before. As we disentangled from each other, I gave her a slap on the ass and sent her to shower. I told her not to remove the butt plug but to make sure she was thoroughly clean, as I had some other things I wanted to do with her.
For me, two women making love to each other was one of my favorite erotic fantasies. My xxx video tape collection would bear witness to that.
Next door to me lived a woman who was as lesbian as could be. She and I, over the years, had developed a friendship. She would come over and we would have a drink and watch my tapes. We had made love on a couple of these occasions as a way of scratching the itch, however, neither of us wanted more than that from each other.
She had also revealed to me that she was always the dominant partner in her relations. She was the headmistress at a local all-girls high school close by, and jokingly called her dominance a professional deformation.
I gave her a call and told her that I had a surprise for her if she were to come over in about half an hour. She wanted to know what the surprise was but I refused to tell her more than it was something she would really like. After a lot of hemming and hawing, she agreed to come, as long as my intent was not to make love to her. I gave her my assurance that she would not be doing anything she did not want to do.
When Cass came out of the shower, I took her to the bedroom. Using cuffs and ropes, I tied her spread-eagled to the four corners of the bed. I checked that the butt plug was still in place and gave her a kiss. When she asked why I was doing this, I told her to just shut her eyes and relax for a while. Using a scarf, I bound it around her head so she couldn't see. She tested the ropes to see if she could move but soon realized that it was futile. I stood there admiring her body til I heard the doorbell ring. I went to answer, closing the door behind me.
I let in Shayne, my neighbor, motioning to her not to speak. Leading her to the kitchen where we would not be overheard, I told her to strip.
“Are you crazy? You ask me over and tell me to strip. What drugs are you on?”
“Shayne, have I not always been your friend? If I tell you I have a surprise for you, won’t you trust me?”
“Chris, it better be a hell of a good surprise.”
“Look I promise you that after this if I tell you to suck my cock you would do it.”
“Chris, you know I don’t suck cock.”
“I guarantee you would.”
“Hm, that good.”
“Yes, that good.”
“Okay, but if you're shitting me, your cock will not be sucked, it will be bitten off.”
She took off her tight shorts and halter-top. She was naked under them. Shayne had a beautiful body, a model's body but with tits. Her bust must have been a 38D; she was toned and tanned. Copper red hair and green eyes were a striking combination on her. Her pussy was shaved bare except for a little tuft of red curls above her clit. She had long legs and a nicely rounded ass.
Cautioning her to not say a word, I led her to the bedroom. When I opened the door, she just stood rooted in the doorway. She looked at me then pointed at Cass and then at herself as if asking ‘is this for me’. I nodded and she gave me a quick kiss and hurried over to the bed.
I saw her climb up and kneel next to Cass. She gently touched her nipples and ran her fingers in a circle around them. Cass must have dozed off. At Shayne’s touch, her body gave a jerk. Shayne took the nipples and rolled them between her fingers, then lowered her head and sucked them into her mouth.
“Is that you, Chris? It doesn't feel like you. Who is it?”
Shayne lowered the blindfold from Cass’s eyes. “Surprise!”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Shayne, little darling, and I am going to eat you up.”
Cass looked over to where I was standing near the door with questions written all over her face.
“See, Cass, good little sluts are rewarded by their masters.”
She flashed a smile at me. Then Shayne was showering her with kisses covered her face. I could hear the sounds of the kisses. The brief glimpses I had revealed them licking and sucking each other's mouths. I moved to sit on the bed next to them. Shayne returned to the nipples, sucked, and chewed on them while Cass moaned and tried to move to reach her partner.
Shayne stopped and said, “Don’t move. My turn first and if you are a good girl, it’ll then be your turn.”
Shayne's tongue worked its way down Cass’s body licking every inch of her. From the way, Cass was squirming this was really turning her on. Shayne straddled her face, keeping her pussy away from her. She leaned over bringing her mouth to Cass’s pussy. I could see her tongue sliding along the labia before opening the slit and licking her pussy. She drove her tongue deep into her, and I could see the pussy glistening with juice. While lapping her pussy, her fingers pinched Cass’s, clit causing her to moan. Cass’s hips were thrusting up and I could see her whole body tense as she approached orgasm.
Finally, with a prolonged moan, she came. Shayne’s lips and face were covered and glistened with juices.
“OH thank you, Shayne. Thank you, master. That was so good. What a wonderful cum.”
Shayne then started kissing Cass again.
“Clean my face. Lick your cum off me and taste yourself. Do you like how you taste? Cass, you taste so good that I think I want seconds.”
Shayne moved so she was lying between Cass’s thighs. She caressed the tender thighs and cupped the rounded ass with her hands. All of a sudden, she pulled back in surprise.
“What’s this?" she said looking at the butt plug.
“I just thought you might like a little lubrication if you wanted to lick her ass,” I replied laughing.
She smiled at me. “YOU are a dirty old man.”
She gently extracted the plug, and my cum started to pool out from Cass’s gaping asshole. The plug had kept it stretched, and she was wide open. Shayne lifted that little butt and started licking the cute hole gaping before her. I could see her tongue slip in and tickle the soft interior. Then she placed her mouth and sucked all the cum she could get out of her. Cass’s body was going wild; she kept pushing her hips, trying to get more of that tongue up her butt.
Shayne then returned to licking the slit in front of her and toying with the clit. She thrust two fingers into the wet pussy and sucked on the tender clit. Her other hand reached under and she thrust her fingers into Cass’s ass. Cass came again, her body heaving as she exploded into another orgasm. During the whole time, her moans filled the room. After that, she just collapsed and lay there almost comatose. Shayne fondled Cass’s body til eventually Cass got her breath back, and lay there with a smile on her face.
"Okay, my turn now.” Shayne smiled at Cass.
She placed her legs on either side of Cass and lowered her pussy til was just over her mouth.
“Lick me, you little slut. Get that tongue moving, and drive it into me. That’s it, just like that. Lick my clit. Suck it into your mouth. Chris, come here and play with my nipples.”
I leaned over both of them and fondled Shayne’s heavy tits. Taking her large nipples into my mouth, I sucked and chewed on them.
I saw Shayne grind her pussy into Cass’s face. Her hips were moving from left to right, grinding herself into the teen.
“That’s it, Cass, lick me, suck me. Make me cum. I’m so close. Yes, darling lick faster. YES! That’s it. I’m cumming, suck me up take my sweet juices and suck them all up.”
Looking down at Cass, she had a happy grin on her face which was covered with Shayne’s cum. Shayne turned around and licked the cum off her face and kissed her. She then whispered something I could not hear in Cass’s ear.
“Yes, I’d love to but I have never done it before,” Cass said.
Shayne turned around and asked me to untie Cass. Cass stretched her cramped limbs while Shayne knelt on the bed. Cass got behind her and started tonguing her ass. She spread the cheeks wide and her small pointed tongue licked Shayne’s pucker. Shayne brought her hands around and spread her own cheeks wide. I could see my little darling’s tongue probe and slide into the orifice. Cass then brought her hand under Shayne’s body and started finger fucking her. Shayne kept thrusting her ass back at the probing tongue.
“Deeper, faster. Dig that tongue into me. Yes, honey just like that. Pinch my clit. Oh yes, sweets, keep doing that. Make Shayne cum. Yes… Baby I’m cumming. Cumming for you - you little darling. Get under now suck my pussy, get all that sweet cream, every single drop.”
They then both collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hugging each other.
Finally, Shayne looked at me. “Chris, lie down; I owe you one. You promised me a surprise. It was a wonderful surprise. For that, you will receive the best cock sucking I can give you. It will also be the first cock I have ever sucked.”
Cass piped up, “You have never sucked a cock? Want me to help and teach you?”
Shayne came to me, wrapped her hand around my shaft, and tentatively gave the tip a lick. A bead of pre-cum had formed and coated the head.
“Not bad, I was afraid it would taste yucky.”
“Oh no, Shayne, he tastes yummy and his cum is delicious, sort of creamy and slightly salty. Why don’t I lick his balls and shaft while you suck on the bulb? Just suck it like you would suck a lollipop.”
I felt Cass’s velvety tongue licking and sucking on my balls while Shayne sucked on the tip. She was sucking it in and out of her hot wet mouth and running her tongue in circles around it. Cass slid her tongue up and down my shaft making it slick with her saliva. She took Shayne’s hand and placed it to wrap around my cock while her mouth replaced Shayne’s. I felt her taking me in deeper and deeper into her mouth. Then a different set of lips replaced hers. Shayne was sliding me deep into her mouth while her head bobbed up and down over my cock.
They kept switching and driving me crazy. I was getting the blowjob of the century. The very idea of a lesbian sucking on me along with a young teenager was so erotic that the thought itself was nearly enough to make me blow my load. I felt my cock start to throb and pulse.
“I’m ready to cum; both of you keep your mouths open.”
I took my cock in hand and stroked it until I started shooting jets of cum, which I directed towards the two waiting mouths. Spurt after spurt landed on their tongues and faces. Cass swallowed all I could give her. Shayne, however, seemed hesitant.
“Shayne, you licked and sucked my cum out of her ass. Try it fresh, you might like it.”
She grinned and swallowed what I had deposited in her mouth. Both girls then cleaned up the other's face with their tongues. We then ended up in a group hug.
“Chris, can I come and visit with you and Cass from time to time?”
“Shayne, I have a better idea. Cass has to finish high school. Would you let her enroll in your school?”
“Cass, would you like me to be your Headmistress?”
“Chris, you're not going to get rid of me! Oh yes, I would love you to be my Headmistress, Shayne. I think I am so happy I am going to cry. I love you both. Chris, now I am sure that I am in love with you. You are my lover, my master the one who I will love and obey for the rest of my life.”
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The first time I saw her I was in line at the coffee shop. She was so small: five feet tall or less and skinny, except for a cute full bum packed into tight pants.When she got her coffee, she turned and saw me for the first time. She gasped and looked from my chest up to my face. She had the bluest eyes.I shrugged my eyebrows apologetically. At six foot six and built like a tank, I was used such reactions. I knew I looked intimidating.The next time I saw her was at the pub. I was with my rugby...
Straight SexA few minutes after arriving home, an annoying buzz came from the panel by the entrance door of his apartment. Anthony went to the intercom panel and pressed the 'talk' button to ask, "Who is it?", and then pressed the 'listen' button. "It's Melody", the voice said through the speaker, "I'm looking for Rain". His finger went back to the talk button, "She's here. I'll buzz you in. It's the first door on your right." Anthony held his finger on the 'door' button until he...
I love Montreal. It’s a mix of cultures, ethnicities, and languages. A unique blend of new and old melded together.In summer, there is an area on one of the major streets, which is made off limits to vehicles. This is the ‘Quartier Des Spectacles‘, Montreal’s entertainment area. It is here that are held events such as the ‘Just For Laughs Festival’, the ‘Montreal Jazz Fest’ and other such events throughout the summer months.It abuts what was once ‘The Maine’, Montreal’s red-light district. Many...
TrueAnthony laid awake for quite a while with the soft body of the young female snuggled tightly against his back. It was an emotionally exhausting day for Rain. She fell asleep in about five minutes. The man took it as a compliment and another sign of trust that she would drift off while spooning him in the nude. Because of that trust, he decided to finish helping her regain her independence. The tougher choice was what to do about the young woman's flirting. Part of him found her very...
It was 10:20 at night on Christmas Eve when I heard the noise. It was raining and there was enough wind to cause the branches of the oak tree out front to scrape the front of the house so I didn't pay any attention to it until I heard it a second time, a little louder, a little more insistent. Something between a knock on my front door and somebody scratching at it. I went over to the door and turned on the outside light. There's a picture window next to it and I moved the blinds out of my...
The first group of cages to be taken out were the ones containing corpses of people who had not woken from the DeepSleep. Jacqui was surprised that she was selected to be the first live prisoner moved out of reception. When she was pushed into the next room the porterbot opened her cage and pushed her out to stand in front of a battered old desk behind which Kate was sitting. "You present me with an unusual problem," said Kate, not unkindly, "It is obvious from the datacube that you...
"Nothing you haven't done before, quite often, to judge from your records," came the reply, "You simply walk up and down to show your body off to its best effect. That way you get a higher price and your new owner will probably treat you better because you cost him, or her, so much." "Walk up and down as though you are displaying clothes at a high-class dress show," she continued, "Then stop and face the audience with your feet apart and your hands on your head. Then turn round...
Two large and robust looking men were positioned by the rostrum, obviously to keep order and to control the proceedings. As each prisoner was needed for auction, one of them would come behind the screen, collect them by name, and act as an escort to the stage. The men were auctioned first, starting with the least robust and oldest who were quickly sold for only a few credits. They all went through exactly the same routine as Kate had taught Jacqui and then Kate acted as auctioneer taking...
When the hovercar stopped, Karl dragged the two girls quickly into the house and into a room where nobody slept. All it seemed to be used for was sitting in, there were no beds, no cleansing and most surprising of all, no 3V. The chairs all looked old and one had obviously been made for two people to sit on at the same time. On this two seater chair was a blonde of about Jacqui's age who came and greeted Karl effusively. Presumably this was the 'Paula' that Kate had said Karl wanted to...
It didn't take long to get to the New House of Joy and when Karl arrived it was with a tearful Jacqui, begging to stay with him, and hating the idea of working in a brothel. As she opened the door, Martha snapped, "Go away now Karl, we're closed. Come in Jacqui, I'm your new owner. You address me as Madame." Looking at her new owner, Jacqui saw a woman in her mid-fifties who had acquired some lines on her face, but she had aged well. She had probably never been beautiful, not even...
Later Martha introduced her to some of the girls and pointed out some of the others. "The girls mostly have something they regard as their special skill," said Martha, "For instance, Gloria, the bottle blonde with the roots rapidly growing out, is famous, she says, for being a bad girl and always answering the clients back. Then they spank her for it and feel that they are the boss. She has only been here for a couple of months." "Why is she changing her hair colour?" asked Jacqui,...
After Jacqui had had a week of being a dancer, and a live-sex cabaret artiste, Martha took her aside and said, "This live sex business isn't working. Those who watch aren't turned on; they are put off by the size of Grant's prick. From tonight you are a hostess. The rules are simple. You sit in the bar alone until someone either joins you or calls you over to their table. Then you encourage them to drink as much as you can. Your own drinks will have a staff token like this on them, and...
"I feel quite odd," she said to one of the boys, "as though I'd had too much to drink." Running his hands over her tits, he replied "You feel fine to me," and they both laughed. Just then the other two arrived at a sprint and the aircar took off at maximum acceleration. Although she was feeling very woozy, Jacqui realised that she had been kidnapped and that Martha would be very angry. "Stop, stop," she screamed, "You've got to let me go back." "Shut up," said Leo, "You'll...
The door to the building burst open and a minor whirlwind rushed in, throwing two of the youngsters against the walls hard enough to stun them. Jacqui caught sight of Peter as he grabbed the arm of the third and pushed it an impossible distance up his back. There was a sound like wood breaking and the boy screamed in agony. One of the stunned pair had recovered enough to return to the fray, but Peter grabbed him by one wrist and swung him round like a catapult. Just as the young man was...
Three days later, Jacqui was passed by Martha as being fit enough to receive her punishment. Because this was a serious offence, Martha seemed to want to make a big show of the punishment. Half way through the morning, when they would usually have been relaxing, all the staff of the New House of Joy were told to assemble in the Choosing Room, where a whipping bench had been set up. When they were all present Martha gave a brief outline of what happened, although they had all heard the details...
The next morning the same formal process of punishment was followed. Martha started by saying to Jacqui, "You were sentenced to thirty strokes of the cane and you had three yesterday. Today's count, therefore, will start at four. If I think you can take more than three a day I'll carry on, so don't move until I say so." 'Christ on a bicycle, ' thought Jacqui as she lay over the whipping bench, 'She really knows how to torture someone. I still don't know how many I'm getting today....
When Jacqui made her grand entrance into the Choosing Room that evening, Colin was already there, talking to Madame. As she moved across to accept her first paying customer, Jacqui's thoughts were a mass of contradictions. Was she becoming a whore for the first time? She had often gone out for a meal or to a show with a man, or woman, on Earth, knowing that she was expected to let them beat or fuck her, or both, at the end of the evening. Wasn't that just the same as taking money for...
Colin quickly snapped Jacqui's hands into the cuffs on the bed head and went to the cupboard to fetch the paddle he knew from previous visits was kept there. SPLAT. The paddle came down fairly firmly on one cheek of Jacqui's arse; it wasn't a real punishment blow but it did make the colour much more uniformly red. Jacqui knew fine well that she should not cry out yet. Not if she wanted him to get the most out of his punishment of her. SPLAT. The other arse cheek changed colour to match...
"All the men I have ever known have fucked me, either by seducing me with fancy promises, or not bothering with that and just raping me; why shouldn't I make money out of them?" she asked Violetta. "It seems the best idea there is available on this planet," said Violetta, "You are relatively safe in the New House of Joy. Madame won't let anyone injure you, or kill you, if she can help it, and you get one day a week off, which nobody else seems to get anywhere. I tell you, I didn't...
Things came to a head with Martha when Colin booked her for another whole night. He asked if he could try something a bit more exciting. "I'm sure you can," said Jacqui with a smile, "What had you in mind?" "I'd like to tie you up and have you suck me while you are helpless and I can do what I like to you," he answered diffidently. "No problem," said Jacqui; after all being tied or handcuffed to the bed was normal here. "I've brought my own rope," added Colin, "and I know...
At Punishment the next day in front of all the other girls, Jacqui remembered that there are punishments that not even the most devout masochist can enjoy, or convert to sexual pleasure. Martha briefly outlined Jacqui's "crimes", which amounted to risking Martha's income by letting a client nearly kill her, and upsetting said client because his experiment failed. "The punishment will be three strokes of the thin cane for each offence," Martha intoned and Jacqui was truly amazed. The...
A couple of days later, when Jacqui could walk more or less normally, thanks to Violetta and the repair cream, Martha called her into the office. "Have you decided to stay here?" she asked, knowing that in the end if the girl would not stay she could escape, even if it was only by suicide. "No, Madame, there is no question of my staying" said Jacqui apologetically, "but I've been saving up to open a BDSM house of my own where really kinky people can come and do whatever they want to...
Jacqui's first customer was a big disappointment. It was Geoffrey, a young deputy manager at one of the mines and a regular from the New House of Joy but not one Jacqui or Greta had ever serviced. In fact Jacqui's impression that he had just been a straight sex customer was confirmed when she spoke what she had decided would be her normal greeting to customers on their first visit to Jacqui's Place. "Well, worm," she snapped, "What do you want?" and she slapped her little whip on the...
Greta's first customer was a great success, at least he and Jacqui thought so; Greta's feelings were a little mixed. Jason arrived about an hour after Geoffrey had left, and it was clear that he had heard the story of that visit and had decided this was for him. He had been one of Greta's regular customers at The New House of Joy, tipping her well and thrashing her as far as Martha allowed. As he walked in he did not wait for Jacqui to say anything, but came straight to the point, "I...
When they got back to Jacqui's Place with Alf driving and Sarah, shackled, in the back with the other prisoners he was delivering, Alf asked Jacqui, "Will you be able to handle her on your own? I could come back later and help you settle her in if you like." "Oh, I don't think that will be a problem, Alf," said Jacqui, hastily adding as she saw his face fall, "but you can come and have a free go at her tomorrow if you like. To pay you for the help you have been, you understand." Alf...
Alf arrived the next afternoon to accept his free visit to the new brothel. What he couldn't understand was why Martha had been so amused at the idea. Free fucks were the standard way for the girls to pay for any favours they asked, and he had helped Jacqui yesterday, she had offered and he had accepted. What was so funny about that? The new, darker skinned Sarah looked a cracker to him, and first go on Csadia at a new girl usually cost quite a lot. He thought that Jacqui was being a bit...
It was about a week after Sarah arrived that Karl's curiosity got the better of him. He had heard the story of Geoffrey's and Alf's visits to Jacqui's Place within hours and had heard several versions of each of them since. With every telling they became more fantastic than before. When he got to Jacqui's Place, the door wouldn't let him in. It chimed to Jacqui that there was a visitor and she pretended not to recognise him. Eventually she let him in and agreed to list him as a regular...
Early the next evening, Karl charged into Jacqui's Place and demanded, "I want that Sarah laid out ready for a thrashing." "Sorry, Karl, Sarah's not available," said Jacqui, "Would Greta or I do?" Karl thought for a moment and asked, "When will Sarah be free?" "Tomorrow." "Then I'll take you," he said, gloatingly. Jacqui's spirits dropped as she contemplated what he might do to her, but she smiled and said, "Five hundred." Karl exploded, "Five? Five? What on Earth do...
The well-dressed man was fifty or so, very rich and well thought of in his circle. He had on occasion been a source of useful information and he was, several people told me, a sodomite and pervert of the worst kind. That sort of behavior, I was sure, would help him get along with the leaders of the British military. He had invited me to his home, showed me into his paneled library, given me a glass of port, and sat me in a comfortable chair. "I have something else to show you," he said...
As time went by and those of the customers who had doubts about their true rôles settled down, it proved that Jacqui's Place was a real little earner. The swingers even settled down. Karl whipped at home and was whipped at Jacqui's Place. Jason found it easier and easier to make it last and then, when he was ready, to come in quantity and with great pleasure, though Greta found it harder and harder to bear his floggings. Jacqui's next purchase was after two months when she bought her own...
The first auction they went to provided Alison, the drudge. Jacqui's conversation beforehand with Kate had indicated that she wanted to grab the worst of the bunch who would otherwise end up in a mine dormitory, and she relayed a little of Violetta's story as her reason for doing that. Jacqui was surprised at how young the first one was. Alison was thirty years old according to Kate and was a nondescript little mouse of a woman with no tits to speak of. She could have been any age between...
The only time Jacqui's Place was closed was on the night when they all went next door to a wild and wonderful drunken party in the New House of Joy for Hugo's and Martha's joint sixtieth birthday party; everybody who was anybody was invited to the party and everybody came. The girls were giving free fucks to their favourite clients and taking even greater delight in refusing those they didn't like. Nobody thought of the morrow and it was the first time most of them had seen everybody so...
The first of the girls to come in with Sarah was Rosie, now the longest serving member of the staff of working tarts. She had arrived on the opening day, according to her file, badly injured by Karl and had not actually started to work for three weeks after that. Of the others who were auctioned that day, Linda had died of a mysterious fever some years earlier, Sancha had been sold to a mine manager and had ended up in a dormitory when he tired of her, Carol was sold to Arthur but was now...
Next morning, just after Jacqui started a second look at all the files the office door opened and Hugo walked in. "Morning," he said, "I'm glad to see you are working hard. How was last night?" Jacqui had learned from the files that Hugo always checked on the takings and that meticulous records were kept down to the last credit, so she had the answer ready for him. "It was terrible. Only three customers all evening and they only spent twenty-seven credits between them. I only hope it...
A week or so later, Sarah told Jacqui that Hubert was there to see her, again. He had been in and out almost every day on some pretext or other and Jacqui was afraid he was trying to decide whether to close Jacqui's House of Joy down. "Oh, God," Jacqui exploded, "What does he want this time?" "I'm sure I don't know," Sarah answered sympathetically, "but he has been here a lot lately, and without spending any money, either." When Hubert came into her office, Jacqui was rather...
The porterbots who were moving the cages into the terminal were rather badly scratched and looked, and in some cases sounded, in dire need of repair. The one moving her cage had a squeak that would not have been left uncorrected for ten minutes on Earth. Jacqui thought that this was perhaps because the Authorities were uncaring of the prisoners' welfare, but it didn't make sense in terms of efficiency to use defective equipment. Jacqui noticed with a sinking heart that the women prisoners...
Bright and early next morning Jacqui set off for her first day at the new job; her first job. She wondered how it would go, and whether she would like the people in the company. Lacking a family life, she had never really had any friends, nor had she ever had to fend for herself. Thus she was very nervous about the company, and her new boss. The letter said she was to report to Miss Alison Drew and Jacqui thought, with mild relief, that meant she would be working for a woman. The Call Centre...
Craig sat in unusual silence contemplating his errant employee. He saw an attractive young woman of eighteen, a few inches taller than himself, with dark chestnut curls surrounding a heart-shaped face with a wide, generous mouth, and a slim body which would perhaps ripen later to fuller curves. She had nice high breasts, not too plump but firm and separate, not just puppy-fat. From his personal predilections he believed that her arse had just right degree of plumpness for a satisfactory...
Oddly enough Jacqui's next job, allocated by the state as her last one had been, was in the office which allocated jobs to unemployed people. Her duties were to contact each employer on the first day for a new employee the office had sent and check whether they had arrived. If they had not, she reported this to her new boss, Donald Wellspring. As she was introduced to him, she was surprised to see a slim, shy boy only a few years older than her. His hair was cut very short, far too short for...
The following evening they almost ran to her apartment, and were there earlier than the day before. They had to wait, making small talk, until her roomshare went to work. Then Jacqui started a real conversation with Donald, just for the pleasure of making herself wait for her lovely spanking and her exciting turn with Donald's arse at her disposal. "I can't believe your girlfriend won't mind you sparing the time to come here and punish me," she said coyly. Donald seemed nervous as he...
Jacqui and Donald were in his cubicle mid-morning the next day, discussing the previous evening and revelling in the memories of the exciting time they had both had. Naturally, no work had yet been done that morning. Suddenly, Donald's boss came into the cubicle and said, "Both of you can leave now. You are fired for slacking, Miss Mountjoy. You are sacked for letting her, Wellspring." Half an hour later in Donald's apartment, they were both very depressed. Although they had found...
Of course, as she expected, the State computers found her another job within twenty-four hours. It didn't last because it was in a food warehouse and she couldn't see any point in buying food when she could steal it from work. The next job was a long way from her apartment and she was always late. The next job was something of a success. She resigned rather than being sacked. Moreover she resigned before the management were even contemplating sacking her. She just didn't like the woman...
Later that evening, Jacqui was sitting in the Ladies' Riding Club talking to a number of older ladies, all of whom seemed to want to buy her a drink. Queenie had disappeared for a while and Jacqui had accepted several drinks and was now very happy and very self-confident. She was discussing the relative merits of a paddle and a ruler as an implement for spanking with a rather heavily built lady who seemed to know a lot about it, when Queenie came back and joined them. "Mine," said Queenie...
Queenie had not been completely honest with Jacqui on the previous evening, in that Jacqui had only seen the outer, respectable, bar of the Ladies' Riding Club and had not been into the inner room where the "games" took place. Tonight she would be taken through and punished. After a couple of drinks, to loosen Jacqui's inhibitions a little, Queenie took her through to the back of the bar and into a wonderland of lesbian BDSM. There were various Doms and their Subs in different stages of...
At her next job she was bored and listless, but decided that she just needed a different Club, one where people genuinely were interested in spanking and not just in seducing each other, and certainly not a lesbian establishment. Using the local directory of entertainments, she hit on the idea of looking up other clubs in the same categories as the Ladies' Riding Club. When she finally tried this, she found it was listed in the Lesbian, BDSM, and Alternative categories. Comparing these...
It was her dislike for any arse play that caused her to leave the Hang Out Club. She had always been a bit of an oddity, a Sub without a permanent Dom and one who set strict limits, but the members tolerated a few such who were then available for whomsoever was in the club on that night to abuse as they wished, within the limits set by the Sub with the use of the safe word. She had always played along when she was between steady relationships and so she was sitting alone at the bar one...
The job in the perfume shop was much the same as all the others, but this time she made two mistakes instead of one. She couldn't afford the lovely perfumes, so she stole some; and she didn't like the oily little supervisor who caught her. When he made it plain that he would forget her theft if she would let him grope her tits and cunt, she refused. In a way she was right because he fully intended to blackmail her into his bed in the very near future. Unfortunately he was not only...
Jacqui woke up suddenly, as though something, perhaps the lights being switched on, had startled her awake and suddenly felt extremely pangs of hunger and thirst. Everyone else seemed to be either awake or waking. Her more experienced neighbour in the cages explained that DeepSleep does that and that they must be about to arrive on the prison planet of Csadia. "I don't know what it's like," he explained, "because I never met anyone who come back from there. It's probably pretty...
After a while the space ship started to bounce about as though being buffeted by a severe storm. The prisoners' cages swayed and some almost tipped over, but were saved by their being packed fairly closely together. Jacqui wondered what was happening, but her near neighbour said she shouldn't worry, it was only the usual effect of landing on a planet with an atmosphere. Then there was a tremendous crash followed by complete silence. Her neighbour said, "It's a good thing we're not...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...