Carolyn Makes Her Way
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After I left the office of my former employer I went immediately to see an attorney. There were two things I had to do: one see about suing the hell out of my former employer and two: I needed to get my name changed legally to Carolyn instead of Carl.
I chose this attorney because I already knew him, very well in fact, right down to the birthmark above his nice cock. He wasn't surprised to see me in a dress nor was he surprised that I wanted to get my name changed.
“Are you going all the way with the transition, Carolyn?” He knew me by both names but much better as Carolyn.
“I'm not sure. The man I'm living with likes my little dick but he also likes me looking like a woman, especially now that I've been on hormones for more than a year. These puppies are really me,” I laughed and indicated my titties.
“So if he wanted you to make the change, would you?”
“Yea, I probably would. I mean, hell, I don't use my dick for anything except pissing.”
“If you do go for the change, come see me and we'll petition the courts to have your sex changed on all pertinent documents. So tell me about the lawsuit.”
“My homophobic boss called me into his office and fired me for insubordination because I wouldn't change and be a real man. He called me a queer several times during the interview and really ranted when I explained that I was in transition.”
“Can you prove any of this?”
“I recorded the entire conversation.”
“Recorded it, huh? You were expecting a problem?”
“I just had a feeling so I started carrying it around with me a few weeks ago.”
“Always be prepared. Good girl. Okay. Getting your name changed is just a legal formality. I'll lay the groundwork and you just have to appear before a judge and swear why you want to change your name, which is obvious, but he has to hear from your lips that you aren't trying to avoid any debts.”
“No problem.”
“The lawsuit is a bit more tedious, and well, a lot more costly. But you having recorded the conversation will certainly be a big help. If I had to guess on this one, I'd say they'll probably settle out of court.”
We spent more time discussing his fees and after a little haggling we settled on a percentage of the settlement if we won and nothing if we lost. Of course I had to pay for the name changing but that was a fee I had come prepared to pay.
I left the attorney's office and began looking for a suitable place for Mike and I to make our leather goods and BDSM business. I found a few places but none of them seemed right to me so I kept on looking. Finally it grew late enough that I had to abandon my search and go to Mike's so I could prepare dinner, or at least stop on the way home and pick up something.
As it turned out I called Mike and we decided on Chinese, so I stopped and picked up some at the closest place to his house. As we ate and worked on leather items I gave him a blow by blow account of my day.
“I bet that son of a bitch nearly shit when he found out who you really were,” Mike told me, laughing his ass off.
“From initial reaction I'd say he liked it. I mean, damn, I could feel him getting hard,” I said and joined in the laughter. “And I think my dick is bigger than his!”
We went on to make several off color comments about Mr Reynolds, some very rude and some just funny. But eventually our conversation turned to the business we were trying to get off the ground and I told him I hadn't found a location just yet. When I told Mike of the places I'd been looking he just shook his head.
“This isn't an upscale boutique, you know. Try around the airport, on the southeast side closer to town. There're lots of small businesses in that area, a couple of adult book stores, modeling studios, gay bars, singles bars, a BDSM club, and a few others aimed at the adult community.”
“Yes, I know exactly the area you're talking about. Oh, and I found a place online that we can buy a lot of the cheaper leather stuff, cuffs, collars, whips, paddles, chaps, vests, even some male and female chastity devices. You wouldn't believe some of the other items you can buy. And the bigger order you have, the more of a discount you get.”
“Cool! Let's take a look at some of these things after we finish eating. Is there room on the leather for any customization?”
“Yes, all kinds of room.”
“Great! Oh, and you do realize that you're getting a spanking tonight.”
“A spanking? Why? I've been a good girl.” I protested, but not very convincingly.
“Two reasons, little girl. The first thing you did was kiss Reynolds and the second thing was questioning why you were getting a spanking.”
“Yes sir,” I replied obediently, feigning reluctance even though I wanted to feel the bite of leather striking my naked butt. “How many?”
“Thirty.”
“Thirty? Y-yes, sir.” Thirty swats would probably make my dick explode and make a mess so I knew I'd have to lick it up and I looked forward to doing just that.
While I went to get my laptop Mike cleared a space in the shop for my punishment. When I returned he was already dressed in black chaps and vest so I knew that tonight's ass whipping was going to be severe and the fucking I would get afterward would be heavenly. I stopped and opened the web page for the leather goods for him to look at while I prepared myself. The first thing I did was strip naked and then put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, following that with the collar he had made for me. I was proud to wear his collar as that signified that I belonged to him. When I was dressed I sat beside him and waited for him to start the party.
Mike attached a leash to my collar and lead me all around the shop, outside to the street and back, through the back yard, and finally back inside. Before he stretched me across his wide work table and fastened my wrists to small eye bolts on either end, stretching me tight, Mike placed a clip on each nipple. My ankles were than attached to the legs of the table, pulling me as far apart as possible, so that my ass couldn't move at all.
“How many did I tell you?”
Trick question. No matter what number I gave him it would be too small.
“However many you think I deserve, sir,” I answered after a moment's thought.
“Very good,” he said and laughed.
There were times when he started off lightly and worked up to some blistering strokes but tonight wasn't one of them.
The first blow landed and I would have jumped over the moon if I hadn't been tied so securely.
“Ooww! Oh! One!”
“Who's the cunt?” he asked harshly as he swung the paddle.
“I ... Ooww! I am! Two!”
“Who's the horny fucking slut?”
“Ooww! Me! Three!”
He continued the process, asking a question and pounding my butt! By the time we got to ten I had tears of pain rolling from my eyes. I was also very much aware of the fire burning inside me.
“What do you do, slut?”
“Ooww! Thirteen! Please you!”
Mike paused for a moment and cupped my balls in his hand, squeezing them so that I knew he was in control.
“I should just cut these off,” he growled. “You don't need them.”
“Yes, sir. I don't need them. Do they offend you?
“At times, yes.”
“I wish I had a pussy for you to use as well as my asshole and mouth,” I said through a blur of hot tears.
My ass was on fire! Even though it hurt greatly every time the leather paddle smacked my ass, I wanted more.
“Do you want to suck my cock, slut?”
Another fierce blow landed on my battered butt!
“Yes! Ooww! It hurts! Twenty-one! It hurts, it hurts!” I cried out with pain and lust.
“I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!”
Five more savage blows landed in rapid succession and I thought I would surely go insane with the pain and immense pleasure.
“Ooww! Ooww! Twenty-six!” I was crying so hard that snot was running from my nose.
“I think I'll cum on your face.”
“OW! Y-YES S-SIR!”
“You're a stupid fucking cunt!” He spat and gave me the final four blows.
“Ooowww! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH! TH-THIRTY!”
“Say it!”
“I'M A STUPID FUCKING CUNT!”
Mike moved about behind me and then I felt something pressing against my asshole. I knew it wasn't him but one of our dildos that was being worked inside me. In the next instant I heard the whirring of machinery and whatever was in me began moving in and out rhythmically and it felt so damn good. Instantly, I knew it was the fucking machine Mike had purchased a few weeks ago.
Stepping in front of me, Mike pushed the head of his cock against my lips and I greedily drew him inside. Being restrained as I was, the only thing I could do was use my tongue to play with the sensitive areas I could reach. Mike controlled the motion, fucking my mouth at any speed he desired while the machine fucked my battered ass at a very steady pace.
I whimpered around his hard cock, knowing he'd soon be firing his creamy goodness all over my face. Once my orgasms got started, the fucking machine kept them rolling, one atop the next and my body couldn't stop quaking and shivering.
“Mmm, your mouth is just so fucking hot, baby. Damn, it feels so good!” Mike grunted, holding my head on the sides and fucking my face intently.
Three times I thought he was going to shoot his load and three times he rammed his dick down my throat. Now he was going at a good clip and once again I felt his cock harden and braced myself for his hot spunk. This time, whether by design or accident, I felt him grow and knew he couldn't stop.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Mike bellowed and pulled his cock from my mouth just as a thick rope of hot jism fired into me. Then he was holding his cock and pumping semen all over my face from my chin all the way to my red hair.
I had cum in my mouth, in my hair, eyebrows, covering my closed eyes, across the bridge of my nose, and on my cheeks. When he finished he used his dick to smear his cream all over.
“Fuck, that was good! Do you want me to take the cock out of your ass? ”
“Ooh, yesss,” I hissed, climbing up to the mountain top one more time.
“Too bad. I like it there. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to get a beer. Would you like one?”
“I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”
“I'll get you one anyway,” he chuckled and left me strapped to the table with the machine fucking me.
Mike returned carry two bottles of beer and a towel. “I thought I might clean you up before you get up.”
“I guess I should have brought some water. Hard to clean up cum without some water. What should I do? I know!” He lifted his dick and aimed it directly at me and just as quickly began to pee on my head.
Sure we'd had some fun with pissing in the past, mainly in the shower where it was easily washed off, but he'd never done anything like this. My first reaction was to protest and when I opened my mouth to say something I received a mouthful of hot urine. It was hot, body temperature, and bitter, but it was also something I had wondered about for a long time. I swallowed a small amount and then a larger, and larger amount. It was nasty and I loved it almost as much as cum, and if Mike liked doing this to me I was all in favor of it.
When he was out of piss Mike reached over and turned off the damn machine that had given me so many orgasms before pulling the dildo out. In a few minutes I was free but so exhausted that I could barely move to a chair without any help.
Taking the beer from Mike I downed half of it quickly, belched, then drank the rest of it. Beer wasn't my first choice of beverages but it would certainly do for now.
“Damn, baby, you fucked me half to death and then tried to drown me,” I giggled.
“And you loved it all, from the spanking to the fucking to the blow job to the piss, Go ahead and admit it.”
“Yea, I have to admit that I loved all of it, even the piss.”
“But it was your idea to swallow my pee, and then you came back for seconds. I can only assume that you enjoyed drinking my piss so you can definitely expect some more.”
“I guess I'm just a piss whore,” I smiled.
“Cool. While you were, uh, occupied I looked over that website with the leather. Those are fair prices, wholesale prices. I think we should start writing out what we want so when we place an order we can do it at once and get a really good discount.”
The rest of that evening, all the way up until the wee hours of the morning, was spent deciding on which items to buy and how many of each. On another site we found store fixtures, display racks, counter gondolas, slat wall and shelves, hanging rods, mounting brackets and so forth. We bought a few items from them but Mike said he knew a place that sold used at a really good price. At another site we found bondage furniture like sawhorses, swings, stockades and they were all very expensive but we purchased a sampling of them so Mike could see how they were built and try to improve. When my house sold I planned on using that money to really build up the inventory.
By the time we went to bed, after my very much needed shower, we were both too tired to even think about sex. But the next morning, well, that was an entirely different story.
I awoke from a very erotic dream and was ready for action, so I slid down in the bed and lightly kissed Mike's cock which responded exactly as I hoped. Slowly, gently, I began taking his growing member into my mouth and before very long he was as hard as a rock. I felt him wake up and knew the game was on when his hands came into play, caressing me, guiding my head back and forth, reaching down to play with my erect nipples.
“Mmm, what a way to greet the morning,” he sighed and let me continue. “Oh damn, that feels great, baby!”
I felt exactly the same way since cocksucking was one of my most favorite things to do, especially with Mike's glorious cock. I settled in and prepared myself for sucking him all day if necessary to get his wonderful cum. His hips began moving back and forth sending his dick deeper and deeper until he had worked all ten inches of his cock into me. When he picked up speed and began fucking my I knew he was getting close.
“Oh yea, baby, suck my fucking cock! Oooh, I'm gonna paint your tonsils! Damn, this feels so good!” Mike groaned, his cock all the way inside my mouth. “Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!”
He pulled back a little and I could feel him growing thicker and harder, so I knew he was about to cum and I braced myself. I moaned softly, needing to feel him cumming in my mouth. Not only was I fulfilling what I felt to be my primary function, which was seeing to my man's carnal needs, but I was also getting exactly what I so desperately craved.
“I'm cumming,” Mike announced, “Oh fuck, I'm cumming!”
He started pumping a massive amount, even by his standards, into my mouth and I began swallowing as fast as I could, doing my best to keep up and not lose one single precious drop.
Whimpering and moaning, swallowing and savoring, I took all he had to give me. I had done what I wanted, what I needed, to do and I was a happy camper now. He remained in my mouth for several minutes until his cock was limp before he withdrew. I cleaned him gently and carefully with my tongue, making certain he was completely free of any trace of cum.
“You're one fantastic woman, Carolyn,” he said quietly and held me tight.
“You make it easy,” I replied and smiled up at his face.
“Let's get dressed, go out for breakfast, and go look for a place for our business.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I giggled, not moving from his side.
An hour or so later we were at our favorite diner eating bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy. I'd worn a very casual, thin strapped foam green summer dress, no bra, a pair of white thongs to keep everything tucked away and leave me with a very smooth front, and white four inch heels. I liked green because it accented my red hair. Mike was in jeans and boots, his favorite casual apparel.
From the diner we went to the area he'd suggested and took note of the foot traffic already moving about. There was two or three unoccupied stores, one of them between two of the busiest places. We walked throughout the area, which was almost like an adults only strip mall. There was a store that offered adult novelty items, two small adult book stores, one of them with a theater, and a store that catered to transvestites. There were also two places that weren't open at this time of day, and a twenty-four hour bar and grill.
The 'Woman Within' was the transvestite store I was familiar with, having done some shopping there in the past. They had very reasonable prices which told us that the rent probably wasn't sky high. We went into that store and I recognized the same transvestite sales clerk I'd done business with in the past, though she looked a whole lot more convincing now than she had then.
“Yes ma'am, can I help you?”
Although I no longer needed to buy things in a specialty store since I could freely shop in any store I pleased now that I was fully transitioned except for the surgery, I decided that I would find something to buy. After looking around for a minute I saw an evening dress on display that I fell in love with and wondered when I would ever get the chance to wear anything as fancy as that. The dress was dark blue with sequins, floor length, strapless, and slit a little more than halfway up the thigh on one side to show a good glimpse of leg as you walked. Then I saw that Mike was also looking at it, almost drooling over it.
“Yes, I'd like to see this dress in a size six,” I said and pointed to it.
“Certainly. Let me go to the back and find one,” she answered and ducked behind some curtains.
She returned carrying the dress and removing it from its plastic protective bag. “Here we go. We have a changing room right over here.”
Taking the dress from her I stepped into the changing area and began stripping. The dress fit me like a glove and when I emerged I thought Mike might just jump me right on the sales floor. The look on his face convinced me.
“Wow! It looks wonderful on you,” the sales woman said as I walked around the store.
“We'll take it!” Mike blurted.
Even if I never wore it anywhere except in front of Mike, the fact that he liked it was good enough for me. My mind envisioned me doing a strip tease for Mike and getting him all hot and bothered and then fucking the living daylights out of me raced through my head.
“I'll go change,” I said with a smile.
When I stepped out of the changing booth she took the dress from me and carefully placed it back into the bag.
“Will there be anything else?”
“No, I believe that should do it,” I replied and followed her to the counter with the cash register.
“May I have your name? We like to keep track of what our customers purchase. It helps us make our purchases.”
“Good idea. My name is Carolyn Adams.”
“Thank you,” she smiled and typed my name into her computer. “You look so familiar I would have sworn you'd bought something here in the past but there's no record of you.”
“Look under Carl Adams,” I replied.
“Oh yes, here you are. Let me make a note of this so the two files will merge.”
“Technically it's still Carl but that won't be the case much longer.”
“I remember those days,” she laughed. “I was so happy when the judge granted my request for a name change. I mean, how many women do you know named Harold?”
“About as many as are named Carl,” I answered and we both giggled.
Lowering my voice I asked, “Would you happen to know anywhere around here that sells bondage gear?”
“None of the good stuff. You can get some leather cuffs and nipple clips, even a riding crop in either of the adult stores ...”
“But that crap looks so cheap and the leather cuffs are so stiff.”
“Don't I know it,” she smiled. “As far as I know there's no place in the whole city that sells any quality items. There's a BDSM club on the next block over but they don't sell anything.”
Mike had come up next to me and heard the gist of our conversation and asked, “Do you think a place that specializes in bondage things would make a go of it?”
“If the traffic in and out of there is any indication, I'd have to say yes.”
“Cool,” Mike replied and handed the lady a credit card.
“Oh yeah, do you know what kind of business was in that store down the block?”
“Sure. It was an upholstery shop. Kind of out of place in this neighborhood. Before that it was a produce stand. Still out of place. The entire area is all adult oriented businesses, well, except for the restaurant.”
“Yea, I noticed that,” Mike laughed. “Uh, is there any problem with the law harassing these places.”
“No, not really. They patrol through here regularly but very rarely stop, at least when they're on duty. As long as those book stores stay within the law we're pretty much left alone.”
“Good!”
“I take it you're thinking about opening a shop?”
“Yeah, thinking about it,” Mike said, not revealing anything to her.
“Well, good for you. I'd welcome another girl and an understanding gentleman working in the area. It would be so nice to have someone to talk to that, you know, someone that really understands the things we go through all the time.”
“I was think along those lines myself,” I replied sincerely. “I mean, Mike kind of understands but he's a man and really is out of his league on the issues we face.”
“Hey, I try.”
“Although I don't know you, sir, you seem to be quite understanding and accepting. But even at that, it's a man's point of view,” the lady chimed in.
“Thank you so much, ah ...”
“Melanie.”
“Thank you, Melanie. You've been very helpful,” I said, committing her name to memory.
Mike and I left the store and looked around the area. There was one shop that appeared to have a very spacious parking lot. We went into every store we that was open for business, looking, asking questions, gathering all the information we possibly could. The adult book stores carried a few cuffs, mainly those lined with fake fur. And the paddles they carried were made of light weight wood with a vinyl covering.
We left the stores confident that the quality of our leather gear would outshine anything they carried. After eating lunch in the area's only restaurant we drove back home laughing and carrying on and made further plans.
The following week I was very busy, I talked to a realtor and put my house on the market, talked to a judge and got my name changed, talked to a different realtor about leasing the store Mike and I had decided upon, and took delivery of a ton of leather items and bondage furniture. I'd been so busy with the business end of things that Mike and I hadn't had time for sex.
“Carolyn!”
“Yes?” I answered, scampering to him.
“Get down on your fucking knees and suck my cock!”
Dropping to my knees I fished his monstrous cock from his pants and began to immediately work him into my mouth. This was why I was here to begin with. I made a mental check list and on the top I put, take care of Mike. Second on the list was take care of Mike. Third on the list was take care of Mike. I had no doubt that I would have to balance my time so I could give him the attention he needed.
“Oh fuck yeah! Mmm, that's so fucking good,” he groaned as I did my best to satisfy his lustful needs. Mike began thrusting slightly into my mouth, slowly moving in and out.
As he picked up speed I used my tongue to wash across the sensitive underside of his cock, hoping I could coax him into filling my mouth. But I knew that his first orgasm was what he called hair trigger and sure enough, I started feeling him get more and more rapid. When he stuttered for a split second I knew he was about to cum. He jerked and shuddered and then began cumming in my waiting mouth. Since it had been several days since his last orgasm he seemed to pump an even greater amount of seed into me, forcing me to swallow before any leaked out.
“Oooohhhh, yeah! Take it all! Fuck yeah!” Mike shouted, his cock releasing more delicious cum in my mouth than reasonably feasible.
After he finished I used my tongue to clean his dick, making sure I had every speck of cum off him.
“Damn, that was so fucking good, Carolyn,” Mike groaned.
“Let's not wait so long until the next time,” I said, smiling up at him.
“Oh no,” he answered. “How about you wearing very provocative clothes around the house, and very little of those?”
“Heels?”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
“Skin tight short shorts, a crop top, no panties or bra, micro mini skirts, maybe just a pair of panties whether thong, g-string or bikini.”
“Yeah, that works for me,” Mike replied with a huge gin on his face.
“Mmm, I think I can do that, well, except when I go to work or have to run errands. You know, sometimes, I need to look and act like a respectable business woman and not a cock craving little slut, even if I am,” I answered with a laugh.
“Yeah, you certainly are, but you're my slut.”
“Yours?” I giggled just before Mike grabbed me and we play wrestled all the way to the bedroom.
Three hours later, my asshole oozing cum, we made it to the work shop. I'd become pretty adept at making cuffs so he would have more time to emboss them with various emblems.
“What are we going to name our store?” I asked.
“I've been thinking about that,” Mike replied without looking up. “How does 'The Dark Side' sound? That name doesn't limit us to just leather goods.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it sounds good. We can do the lettering in big Gothic letters in red and black,” I said after giving it some thought.
“Yeah, sounds cool.”
“Gives me one more thing to do this week. I'll have to go to the county clerk and register the name and then go apply for a sales tax permit.”
“And then after breakfast what are you going to do?”
“Very funny! Ha, Ha!” I laughed and threw a cuff at him.
“Hey! Hey!” Mike laughed as he deftly caught it.
“Damn, I just love feeling your cum oozing out of me and going own my legs.”
“Maybe you can go to work like that a few times.”
Returning his smile, I replied, “You know I will.”
“You're such a slut.”
“And you just now figured this out?”
“You know, if I was of a mind to get married again, I'd want it to be you,” he said.
“You're lucky we can't get married or I'd be pestering you about it all the time.”
“Would you?”
“You know I would. Look at me, I got on hormones because you wanted to have titties to play with. Of course, I like having them there for you as well. And if you wanted me to do it, I'd have the surgery. Then we could get married. I'd be the best wife ever, taking care of you in and out of bed, offering my ass for your discipline, keeping your house, working my ass off at the shop, and you know damn good and well that I absolutely worship your cock.”
Mike crossed the room in record time and took me in his arms, kissing me passionately while his hands roamed over my bare ass. His mouth moved down and he began kissing and licking my titties, driving me wild with lust. He picked me up and set me on the table, quickly stepping between my legs as his cock began to nudge against me.
“Take me, baby. I'm on fire!”
When he pushed a little harder I felt my asshole being opened. His aim was perfect and his dick was soon pushing me open again while I whimpered and moaned.
Pushing me back on the table, he pulled my legs up and over his shoulders. His hard cock then made its way all the way into me, impaling me lustily on his shaft.
“Mmm, yesss! Yesss!” I groaned louder and louder. “Yesss! Oh! Oh, baby, I'm yours!”
“Fuck, your ass is so damn hot! So fucking tight! Oh baby, I'm gonna make you cum a million times!” Mike began giving me longer and harder strokes and I think he was actually trying to give me one million orgasms.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I cried again and again as his big dick stroked me so incredibly well.
Looking back, I can't say he gave me a million orgasms, but the ones he gave me were super powerful and just rolling one over the other with end. Somewhere during my delirium of massive orgasms my dick spilled out a good amount of thin fluid, covering my belly. It seemed as if every bone in my body turned to jelly
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Get ready! Get ready! Shit, I'm gonna cum! Fuck I'm gonna … I'm gonna … Fuck, I'm cumming!”
The first rope of his hot seed blasted into me so hard it felt like a garden hose was in my ass, and that was what really pushed me over the edge. My body shook and shuddered so violently while he came into me than I'm sure it looked as though I was having a seizure. His cum flooded out of me and raced down between my ass cheeks even though his cock was still plugging me nicely.
“Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooooh, baby! Yesss! Yesss!”
Mike collapsed on top of me and we lay tangled together in a mass of quivering flesh, my thighs smashing my titties, my ankles somewhere over my head.
Over the next three weeks I was busier than busy. I got the store name registered, closed the deal on the store, got the tax number, cleaned the place thoroughly from the ceiling, down the walls, to the darkest corners, and even repainted the place. The paint was barely dry when they came to lay the new carpet, which I had negotiated off the down payment. Then the merchandise gondolas and display counters were delivered and put in place. Mike made hanging poles, like in a closet, for the leather clothing. Then we started bringing in inventory from home and arranging everything by size and quality.
We had the name, 'The Dark Side', professionally painted on the windows as well as having an overhead lighted sign on the upper portion of the facade. Of course we broke in the store properly, several times in various locations. Mike also insisted that we try out every type of paddle, whip, crop, and every electro stimulation device we were carrying. Yes, my poor ass was bruised severely but the sex afterward was tremendous. A few times, when it was time to go home, I just picked up my clothes that had been strewn about and rode home naked. Somehow this always got Mike good and hard for some bedtime activity.
One afternoon while I was putting the final touches before our grand opening, my attorney called with some news of my pending lawsuit, “Carolyn, I've got some good news. The lawyers for the company were just here and they've offered to settle out of court and I'm obligated to inform you. However, I think we can hold out for more. They really don't want this thing to go to court. They offered one point five million.”
“That much? Really?”
“I think we should go back and ask for five million and see where that gets us. Hopefully we can negotiate and meet somewhere around three point five. What do you think?”
“You're the attorney and when you tell me to take the deal, I'll be there.”
“Good girl,” he said and chuckled. “I'll call you back when I have more news. Bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
Later that afternoon the realtor handling my house called and told me she had an offer from a young couple just getting started. It was close, not what I was asking, but close enough.
“Do it,” I told her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm positive. I'll stop by in the morning and sign the papers,” I laughed.
“Um, you do have the other legal work done that we'd talked about? I mean, you do have to sign your legal name,” she asked hesitantly.
“Yep, got that all taken care of,” I replied proudly, impressed that she remembered.
“Excellent! Then I'll see you in the morning. Bye.”
“Goodbye, hon.”
Hanging up the phone I decided I was way too excited to keep on working. I needed to get home and let Mike know the news. Of course, there was more on my mind, I needed a shower and get myself all dolled up for Mike so we could celebrate.
More than a dozen different scenarios flashed through my brain but I couldn't decide on which one. I mean, we'd already had sex in every room of the house as well as in the back yard, on the patio, in the hot tub, in the car, in the front yard, in the store, in his workshop, and a few other places. Then I remembered that he had pissed on me a few times and had always been exceptionally turned on by doing so. In the end I went with the submissive slave girl.
With only a few minutes to spare I pulled on a pair of sheer black stay up stockings and a pair of black stilettos with five inch heels before putting the cuffs on my ankles and wrists and then put on the collar. Next I got out a nasty paddle with with tiny holes in the shape of a star. I knelt in the middle of the living room, my head touching the floor and the paddle balanced on my back and simply waited.
I heard him pull into the driveway and a million butterflies tickled my tummy. The door opened and he walked in to find me waiting.
“Well, well, what have we here? Have you been naughty, little girl?”
“I deserve a spanking, sir,” I said, trembling.
“Oh, I see. And how many smacks do you think you need?”
“As many as you desire, sir.”
“Open ended, huh?” Mike chuckled as he picked up the paddle from its resting place. “You know, you're going to cry like a baby before I finish with you.”
“I'll be a good girl, sir. I promise,” I sniffed.
“I'm sure. Just like you said the last time. No, I believe you need to learn a lesson this time, slut. Hell, maybe I should auction you off to the highest bidder. Is that what you want?”
“No sir! Please, please, don't sell me!”
The paddle struck my ass with a resounding whack and I nearly jumped to my feet. Before I could scream a protest it landed again and again. I'd learned a long time ago not to try and block the blows with my hands because the paddle striking my hands hurt just as much as it did on my ass.
“Why shouldn't I, you dumb cunt?” Mike unleashed several more hard smacks to my ass in rapid succession.
“Ooww! Ooww! Please! Please, sir, I'll do anything!” Tears of pain were streaming down my cheeks but I was also extremely aroused just as I knew he would be by the time he finished beating my tender ass.
“Answer me, bitch!” He cried and continued delivering painful blows.
“Ooww! Ooww! Because … because I love you! Oh please, Master! It hurts! It Hurts!”
The blows suddenly stopped and Mike pulled me to my feet and began kissing me passionately, rubbing my battered ass gently.
“Was that so hard?” he asked with a smile and then picked me up in his powerful arms.
Mike carried me to the bedroom and we made love for a really long time. I had one of the most powerful orgasms in my life before he fulled me with his thick cum.
While we lay together after the wonderful sex I told Mike about my day, including the two calls I'd had. We discussed how to use the money, investing it, some in our business and some in other ways to make it work for us.
“Come on. Get up,” Mike said, “Get dressed, gorgeous, we're going out to eat. I'm starving!”
Climbing out of bed, I looked in my closet and chose an emerald dress to set off my red hair, as well as show off my cleavage by way of its plunging neckline. The dress was held up by two spaghetti straps and fell down just far enough to hide the top of my stockings. At Mike's insistence I removed my collar and cuffs before we left the house and made our way to his favorite steak house. He surprise me tonight by wearing something other than jeans and boots. While he wasn't dressed in formal attire, Mike wore dress slacks, a button down shirt, a matching sport jacket, and dress boots.
The food was excellent. I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was until we began eating and I wasted little time downing my meal.
“Are you ready for the grand opening?” Mike asked between bites.
“Yes, I think we're just about ready, at least I hope we are.”
“Good! You've really worked your ass off,” he replied with a laugh.
“A labor of love, baby. I've even got a couple of young girls we might want to hire. And Melanie, you remember her, the woman from 'The Woman Within', has been chipping in to help and we've gotten pretty close.”
“Sure, I remember her. You should invite her over for a cook-out some day.”
“I'll do that. I know, we can invite her and her boyfriend over, as well as any employees we have. I'll tell them all to bring a bathing suit as well so everyone can enjoy the pool. If I hire these two girls you'll like seeing them in a swim suit. Of course, I'd also invite their boyfriends. Well, one of them has a boyfriend, I'm not sure about the other one. I think she's a lesbian, not that it matters.”
“Then invite her girlfriend as well,” Mike said after swallowing. “Just keep in mind that you don't want mindless bimbos working for you.”
“I know. Ideally I'd like to hire people who know something about the BDSM scene, and they can learn about leather. Oh, there was one guy who looks to be about twenty-two or so who came into the shop and gave me a hand moving some heavy stuff and hang a few things. I didn't have the money to pay him so I took him out to lunch. He's looking for work so I told him to come back and we'd discuss it.”
“Sounds good as long as he's not trying to get in your panties.”
“I didn't get that from him. He's straight, I think, but he did show an interest in some of the leather items. Now whether they were for using them on him or someone else, I haven't a clue.”
“You've got a busy day tomorrow,” Mike said with a laugh.
“Yes, a very busy day. What do you think about this? All employees have to wear leather, skirts, dresses, chaps, pants, vests, whatever, to show that they work there.”
“Leather uniforms? I like it.”
“Yeah, and it looks sexy.”
We left the restaurant and drove home quickly so Mike could give me my weekly spanking. He stripped me naked, gagged me, and cuffed me to an “X” frame in the shop. Trembling, I waited for the first blow to land, knowing this was really going to hurt.
“MMPF!” I screamed into the gag when the cane landed on my bare butt.
He swung again and I could hear the cane splitting the air before it struck me. Again and again he struck my ass leaving red welts with each blow. The pain inflicted upon me was terribly erotic and I grew more excited with every welt attained. When he finished caning me, Mike released me from the “X” and cuffed my hands behind my back. I knelt in front of him, my eyes pleading with him to remove my gag.
“Thank you, Master,” I gasped once the ball gag was removed.
“Suck me!”
Instantly doing as he requested I found peace and comfort with his hard cock in my mouth, whimpering while my ass throbbed painfully. I've loved sucking cock since my very first one several years ago, and now more especially Mike's big cock.
Mike harshly fucked my face, his monstrous cock driving in and out of my throat, gagging me and then pulling back until only the bulbous head remained in my mouth. When he reached down and roughly twisted my nipples I came very close to shooting my load. He saw this and fucked my mouth even faster, holding me by the head while doing so, forcing me to concentrate on him and not even think about my own dick.
“Do it, bitch! Spend your load on the floor so you can lick it up! Suck my cock! Suck me good!”
My mouth went up and down his shaft while my tongue caressed him lovingly.
“I'm cumming! Ooohhh yea, I'm cumming, slut!”
Mike filled my mouth quickly, forcing me to swallow, and swallow, while he pumped more and more cum into me. My body shuddered and I felt my own small dick spilling its load onto the floor between my knees. He pulled out and finished off on my face and then let me lick him clean. I knew what came next and closed my eyes just before the hot piss struck me.
Opening my mouth for him to fill, I swallowed his golden nectar as fast as I could. There was no way I could keep up with his steady flow but I liked to try. What piss I couldn't swallow flowed easily down over my titties and then over my shrunken clitty, mingling with my cum and forming a large puddle on the floor.
The flow of piss stopped and he said, “You're the perfect slut, Carolyn.”
“Thank you, Master. I only want to please you.”
“And you have, Carolyn, much more than I ever thought possible. Now clean up this little mess and go take a shower.”
“Yes sir!”
For once, when I climbed into bed beside Mike, I was actually glad he was too tired for sex because I was thoroughly exhausted, extremely well satisfied but completely exhausted.
(to be continued)
I chose this attorney because I already knew him, very well in fact, right down to the birthmark above his nice cock. He wasn't surprised to see me in a dress nor was he surprised that I wanted to get my name changed.
“Are you going all the way with the transition, Carolyn?” He knew me by both names but much better as Carolyn.
“I'm not sure. The man I'm living with likes my little dick but he also likes me looking like a woman, especially now that I've been on hormones for more than a year. These puppies are really me,” I laughed and indicated my titties.
“So if he wanted you to make the change, would you?”
“Yea, I probably would. I mean, hell, I don't use my dick for anything except pissing.”
“If you do go for the change, come see me and we'll petition the courts to have your sex changed on all pertinent documents. So tell me about the lawsuit.”
“My homophobic boss called me into his office and fired me for insubordination because I wouldn't change and be a real man. He called me a queer several times during the interview and really ranted when I explained that I was in transition.”
“Can you prove any of this?”
“I recorded the entire conversation.”
“Recorded it, huh? You were expecting a problem?”
“I just had a feeling so I started carrying it around with me a few weeks ago.”
“Always be prepared. Good girl. Okay. Getting your name changed is just a legal formality. I'll lay the groundwork and you just have to appear before a judge and swear why you want to change your name, which is obvious, but he has to hear from your lips that you aren't trying to avoid any debts.”
“No problem.”
“The lawsuit is a bit more tedious, and well, a lot more costly. But you having recorded the conversation will certainly be a big help. If I had to guess on this one, I'd say they'll probably settle out of court.”
We spent more time discussing his fees and after a little haggling we settled on a percentage of the settlement if we won and nothing if we lost. Of course I had to pay for the name changing but that was a fee I had come prepared to pay.
I left the attorney's office and began looking for a suitable place for Mike and I to make our leather goods and BDSM business. I found a few places but none of them seemed right to me so I kept on looking. Finally it grew late enough that I had to abandon my search and go to Mike's so I could prepare dinner, or at least stop on the way home and pick up something.
As it turned out I called Mike and we decided on Chinese, so I stopped and picked up some at the closest place to his house. As we ate and worked on leather items I gave him a blow by blow account of my day.
“I bet that son of a bitch nearly shit when he found out who you really were,” Mike told me, laughing his ass off.
“From initial reaction I'd say he liked it. I mean, damn, I could feel him getting hard,” I said and joined in the laughter. “And I think my dick is bigger than his!”
We went on to make several off color comments about Mr Reynolds, some very rude and some just funny. But eventually our conversation turned to the business we were trying to get off the ground and I told him I hadn't found a location just yet. When I told Mike of the places I'd been looking he just shook his head.
“This isn't an upscale boutique, you know. Try around the airport, on the southeast side closer to town. There're lots of small businesses in that area, a couple of adult book stores, modeling studios, gay bars, singles bars, a BDSM club, and a few others aimed at the adult community.”
“Yes, I know exactly the area you're talking about. Oh, and I found a place online that we can buy a lot of the cheaper leather stuff, cuffs, collars, whips, paddles, chaps, vests, even some male and female chastity devices. You wouldn't believe some of the other items you can buy. And the bigger order you have, the more of a discount you get.”
“Cool! Let's take a look at some of these things after we finish eating. Is there room on the leather for any customization?”
“Yes, all kinds of room.”
“Great! Oh, and you do realize that you're getting a spanking tonight.”
“A spanking? Why? I've been a good girl.” I protested, but not very convincingly.
“Two reasons, little girl. The first thing you did was kiss Reynolds and the second thing was questioning why you were getting a spanking.”
“Yes sir,” I replied obediently, feigning reluctance even though I wanted to feel the bite of leather striking my naked butt. “How many?”
“Thirty.”
“Thirty? Y-yes, sir.” Thirty swats would probably make my dick explode and make a mess so I knew I'd have to lick it up and I looked forward to doing just that.
While I went to get my laptop Mike cleared a space in the shop for my punishment. When I returned he was already dressed in black chaps and vest so I knew that tonight's ass whipping was going to be severe and the fucking I would get afterward would be heavenly. I stopped and opened the web page for the leather goods for him to look at while I prepared myself. The first thing I did was strip naked and then put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, following that with the collar he had made for me. I was proud to wear his collar as that signified that I belonged to him. When I was dressed I sat beside him and waited for him to start the party.
Mike attached a leash to my collar and lead me all around the shop, outside to the street and back, through the back yard, and finally back inside. Before he stretched me across his wide work table and fastened my wrists to small eye bolts on either end, stretching me tight, Mike placed a clip on each nipple. My ankles were than attached to the legs of the table, pulling me as far apart as possible, so that my ass couldn't move at all.
“How many did I tell you?”
Trick question. No matter what number I gave him it would be too small.
“However many you think I deserve, sir,” I answered after a moment's thought.
“Very good,” he said and laughed.
There were times when he started off lightly and worked up to some blistering strokes but tonight wasn't one of them.
The first blow landed and I would have jumped over the moon if I hadn't been tied so securely.
“Ooww! Oh! One!”
“Who's the cunt?” he asked harshly as he swung the paddle.
“I ... Ooww! I am! Two!”
“Who's the horny fucking slut?”
“Ooww! Me! Three!”
He continued the process, asking a question and pounding my butt! By the time we got to ten I had tears of pain rolling from my eyes. I was also very much aware of the fire burning inside me.
“What do you do, slut?”
“Ooww! Thirteen! Please you!”
Mike paused for a moment and cupped my balls in his hand, squeezing them so that I knew he was in control.
“I should just cut these off,” he growled. “You don't need them.”
“Yes, sir. I don't need them. Do they offend you?
“At times, yes.”
“I wish I had a pussy for you to use as well as my asshole and mouth,” I said through a blur of hot tears.
My ass was on fire! Even though it hurt greatly every time the leather paddle smacked my ass, I wanted more.
“Do you want to suck my cock, slut?”
Another fierce blow landed on my battered butt!
“Yes! Ooww! It hurts! Twenty-one! It hurts, it hurts!” I cried out with pain and lust.
“I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!”
Five more savage blows landed in rapid succession and I thought I would surely go insane with the pain and immense pleasure.
“Ooww! Ooww! Twenty-six!” I was crying so hard that snot was running from my nose.
“I think I'll cum on your face.”
“OW! Y-YES S-SIR!”
“You're a stupid fucking cunt!” He spat and gave me the final four blows.
“Ooowww! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH! TH-THIRTY!”
“Say it!”
“I'M A STUPID FUCKING CUNT!”
Mike moved about behind me and then I felt something pressing against my asshole. I knew it wasn't him but one of our dildos that was being worked inside me. In the next instant I heard the whirring of machinery and whatever was in me began moving in and out rhythmically and it felt so damn good. Instantly, I knew it was the fucking machine Mike had purchased a few weeks ago.
Stepping in front of me, Mike pushed the head of his cock against my lips and I greedily drew him inside. Being restrained as I was, the only thing I could do was use my tongue to play with the sensitive areas I could reach. Mike controlled the motion, fucking my mouth at any speed he desired while the machine fucked my battered ass at a very steady pace.
I whimpered around his hard cock, knowing he'd soon be firing his creamy goodness all over my face. Once my orgasms got started, the fucking machine kept them rolling, one atop the next and my body couldn't stop quaking and shivering.
“Mmm, your mouth is just so fucking hot, baby. Damn, it feels so good!” Mike grunted, holding my head on the sides and fucking my face intently.
Three times I thought he was going to shoot his load and three times he rammed his dick down my throat. Now he was going at a good clip and once again I felt his cock harden and braced myself for his hot spunk. This time, whether by design or accident, I felt him grow and knew he couldn't stop.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Mike bellowed and pulled his cock from my mouth just as a thick rope of hot jism fired into me. Then he was holding his cock and pumping semen all over my face from my chin all the way to my red hair.
I had cum in my mouth, in my hair, eyebrows, covering my closed eyes, across the bridge of my nose, and on my cheeks. When he finished he used his dick to smear his cream all over.
“Fuck, that was good! Do you want me to take the cock out of your ass? ”
“Ooh, yesss,” I hissed, climbing up to the mountain top one more time.
“Too bad. I like it there. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to get a beer. Would you like one?”
“I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”
“I'll get you one anyway,” he chuckled and left me strapped to the table with the machine fucking me.
Mike returned carry two bottles of beer and a towel. “I thought I might clean you up before you get up.”
“I guess I should have brought some water. Hard to clean up cum without some water. What should I do? I know!” He lifted his dick and aimed it directly at me and just as quickly began to pee on my head.
Sure we'd had some fun with pissing in the past, mainly in the shower where it was easily washed off, but he'd never done anything like this. My first reaction was to protest and when I opened my mouth to say something I received a mouthful of hot urine. It was hot, body temperature, and bitter, but it was also something I had wondered about for a long time. I swallowed a small amount and then a larger, and larger amount. It was nasty and I loved it almost as much as cum, and if Mike liked doing this to me I was all in favor of it.
When he was out of piss Mike reached over and turned off the damn machine that had given me so many orgasms before pulling the dildo out. In a few minutes I was free but so exhausted that I could barely move to a chair without any help.
Taking the beer from Mike I downed half of it quickly, belched, then drank the rest of it. Beer wasn't my first choice of beverages but it would certainly do for now.
“Damn, baby, you fucked me half to death and then tried to drown me,” I giggled.
“And you loved it all, from the spanking to the fucking to the blow job to the piss, Go ahead and admit it.”
“Yea, I have to admit that I loved all of it, even the piss.”
“But it was your idea to swallow my pee, and then you came back for seconds. I can only assume that you enjoyed drinking my piss so you can definitely expect some more.”
“I guess I'm just a piss whore,” I smiled.
“Cool. While you were, uh, occupied I looked over that website with the leather. Those are fair prices, wholesale prices. I think we should start writing out what we want so when we place an order we can do it at once and get a really good discount.”
The rest of that evening, all the way up until the wee hours of the morning, was spent deciding on which items to buy and how many of each. On another site we found store fixtures, display racks, counter gondolas, slat wall and shelves, hanging rods, mounting brackets and so forth. We bought a few items from them but Mike said he knew a place that sold used at a really good price. At another site we found bondage furniture like sawhorses, swings, stockades and they were all very expensive but we purchased a sampling of them so Mike could see how they were built and try to improve. When my house sold I planned on using that money to really build up the inventory.
By the time we went to bed, after my very much needed shower, we were both too tired to even think about sex. But the next morning, well, that was an entirely different story.
I awoke from a very erotic dream and was ready for action, so I slid down in the bed and lightly kissed Mike's cock which responded exactly as I hoped. Slowly, gently, I began taking his growing member into my mouth and before very long he was as hard as a rock. I felt him wake up and knew the game was on when his hands came into play, caressing me, guiding my head back and forth, reaching down to play with my erect nipples.
“Mmm, what a way to greet the morning,” he sighed and let me continue. “Oh damn, that feels great, baby!”
I felt exactly the same way since cocksucking was one of my most favorite things to do, especially with Mike's glorious cock. I settled in and prepared myself for sucking him all day if necessary to get his wonderful cum. His hips began moving back and forth sending his dick deeper and deeper until he had worked all ten inches of his cock into me. When he picked up speed and began fucking my I knew he was getting close.
“Oh yea, baby, suck my fucking cock! Oooh, I'm gonna paint your tonsils! Damn, this feels so good!” Mike groaned, his cock all the way inside my mouth. “Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!”
He pulled back a little and I could feel him growing thicker and harder, so I knew he was about to cum and I braced myself. I moaned softly, needing to feel him cumming in my mouth. Not only was I fulfilling what I felt to be my primary function, which was seeing to my man's carnal needs, but I was also getting exactly what I so desperately craved.
“I'm cumming,” Mike announced, “Oh fuck, I'm cumming!”
He started pumping a massive amount, even by his standards, into my mouth and I began swallowing as fast as I could, doing my best to keep up and not lose one single precious drop.
Whimpering and moaning, swallowing and savoring, I took all he had to give me. I had done what I wanted, what I needed, to do and I was a happy camper now. He remained in my mouth for several minutes until his cock was limp before he withdrew. I cleaned him gently and carefully with my tongue, making certain he was completely free of any trace of cum.
“You're one fantastic woman, Carolyn,” he said quietly and held me tight.
“You make it easy,” I replied and smiled up at his face.
“Let's get dressed, go out for breakfast, and go look for a place for our business.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I giggled, not moving from his side.
An hour or so later we were at our favorite diner eating bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy. I'd worn a very casual, thin strapped foam green summer dress, no bra, a pair of white thongs to keep everything tucked away and leave me with a very smooth front, and white four inch heels. I liked green because it accented my red hair. Mike was in jeans and boots, his favorite casual apparel.
From the diner we went to the area he'd suggested and took note of the foot traffic already moving about. There was two or three unoccupied stores, one of them between two of the busiest places. We walked throughout the area, which was almost like an adults only strip mall. There was a store that offered adult novelty items, two small adult book stores, one of them with a theater, and a store that catered to transvestites. There were also two places that weren't open at this time of day, and a twenty-four hour bar and grill.
The 'Woman Within' was the transvestite store I was familiar with, having done some shopping there in the past. They had very reasonable prices which told us that the rent probably wasn't sky high. We went into that store and I recognized the same transvestite sales clerk I'd done business with in the past, though she looked a whole lot more convincing now than she had then.
“Yes ma'am, can I help you?”
Although I no longer needed to buy things in a specialty store since I could freely shop in any store I pleased now that I was fully transitioned except for the surgery, I decided that I would find something to buy. After looking around for a minute I saw an evening dress on display that I fell in love with and wondered when I would ever get the chance to wear anything as fancy as that. The dress was dark blue with sequins, floor length, strapless, and slit a little more than halfway up the thigh on one side to show a good glimpse of leg as you walked. Then I saw that Mike was also looking at it, almost drooling over it.
“Yes, I'd like to see this dress in a size six,” I said and pointed to it.
“Certainly. Let me go to the back and find one,” she answered and ducked behind some curtains.
She returned carrying the dress and removing it from its plastic protective bag. “Here we go. We have a changing room right over here.”
Taking the dress from her I stepped into the changing area and began stripping. The dress fit me like a glove and when I emerged I thought Mike might just jump me right on the sales floor. The look on his face convinced me.
“Wow! It looks wonderful on you,” the sales woman said as I walked around the store.
“We'll take it!” Mike blurted.
Even if I never wore it anywhere except in front of Mike, the fact that he liked it was good enough for me. My mind envisioned me doing a strip tease for Mike and getting him all hot and bothered and then fucking the living daylights out of me raced through my head.
“I'll go change,” I said with a smile.
When I stepped out of the changing booth she took the dress from me and carefully placed it back into the bag.
“Will there be anything else?”
“No, I believe that should do it,” I replied and followed her to the counter with the cash register.
“May I have your name? We like to keep track of what our customers purchase. It helps us make our purchases.”
“Good idea. My name is Carolyn Adams.”
“Thank you,” she smiled and typed my name into her computer. “You look so familiar I would have sworn you'd bought something here in the past but there's no record of you.”
“Look under Carl Adams,” I replied.
“Oh yes, here you are. Let me make a note of this so the two files will merge.”
“Technically it's still Carl but that won't be the case much longer.”
“I remember those days,” she laughed. “I was so happy when the judge granted my request for a name change. I mean, how many women do you know named Harold?”
“About as many as are named Carl,” I answered and we both giggled.
Lowering my voice I asked, “Would you happen to know anywhere around here that sells bondage gear?”
“None of the good stuff. You can get some leather cuffs and nipple clips, even a riding crop in either of the adult stores ...”
“But that crap looks so cheap and the leather cuffs are so stiff.”
“Don't I know it,” she smiled. “As far as I know there's no place in the whole city that sells any quality items. There's a BDSM club on the next block over but they don't sell anything.”
Mike had come up next to me and heard the gist of our conversation and asked, “Do you think a place that specializes in bondage things would make a go of it?”
“If the traffic in and out of there is any indication, I'd have to say yes.”
“Cool,” Mike replied and handed the lady a credit card.
“Oh yeah, do you know what kind of business was in that store down the block?”
“Sure. It was an upholstery shop. Kind of out of place in this neighborhood. Before that it was a produce stand. Still out of place. The entire area is all adult oriented businesses, well, except for the restaurant.”
“Yea, I noticed that,” Mike laughed. “Uh, is there any problem with the law harassing these places.”
“No, not really. They patrol through here regularly but very rarely stop, at least when they're on duty. As long as those book stores stay within the law we're pretty much left alone.”
“Good!”
“I take it you're thinking about opening a shop?”
“Yeah, thinking about it,” Mike said, not revealing anything to her.
“Well, good for you. I'd welcome another girl and an understanding gentleman working in the area. It would be so nice to have someone to talk to that, you know, someone that really understands the things we go through all the time.”
“I was think along those lines myself,” I replied sincerely. “I mean, Mike kind of understands but he's a man and really is out of his league on the issues we face.”
“Hey, I try.”
“Although I don't know you, sir, you seem to be quite understanding and accepting. But even at that, it's a man's point of view,” the lady chimed in.
“Thank you so much, ah ...”
“Melanie.”
“Thank you, Melanie. You've been very helpful,” I said, committing her name to memory.
Mike and I left the store and looked around the area. There was one shop that appeared to have a very spacious parking lot. We went into every store we that was open for business, looking, asking questions, gathering all the information we possibly could. The adult book stores carried a few cuffs, mainly those lined with fake fur. And the paddles they carried were made of light weight wood with a vinyl covering.
We left the stores confident that the quality of our leather gear would outshine anything they carried. After eating lunch in the area's only restaurant we drove back home laughing and carrying on and made further plans.
The following week I was very busy, I talked to a realtor and put my house on the market, talked to a judge and got my name changed, talked to a different realtor about leasing the store Mike and I had decided upon, and took delivery of a ton of leather items and bondage furniture. I'd been so busy with the business end of things that Mike and I hadn't had time for sex.
“Carolyn!”
“Yes?” I answered, scampering to him.
“Get down on your fucking knees and suck my cock!”
Dropping to my knees I fished his monstrous cock from his pants and began to immediately work him into my mouth. This was why I was here to begin with. I made a mental check list and on the top I put, take care of Mike. Second on the list was take care of Mike. Third on the list was take care of Mike. I had no doubt that I would have to balance my time so I could give him the attention he needed.
“Oh fuck yeah! Mmm, that's so fucking good,” he groaned as I did my best to satisfy his lustful needs. Mike began thrusting slightly into my mouth, slowly moving in and out.
As he picked up speed I used my tongue to wash across the sensitive underside of his cock, hoping I could coax him into filling my mouth. But I knew that his first orgasm was what he called hair trigger and sure enough, I started feeling him get more and more rapid. When he stuttered for a split second I knew he was about to cum. He jerked and shuddered and then began cumming in my waiting mouth. Since it had been several days since his last orgasm he seemed to pump an even greater amount of seed into me, forcing me to swallow before any leaked out.
“Oooohhhh, yeah! Take it all! Fuck yeah!” Mike shouted, his cock releasing more delicious cum in my mouth than reasonably feasible.
After he finished I used my tongue to clean his dick, making sure I had every speck of cum off him.
“Damn, that was so fucking good, Carolyn,” Mike groaned.
“Let's not wait so long until the next time,” I said, smiling up at him.
“Oh no,” he answered. “How about you wearing very provocative clothes around the house, and very little of those?”
“Heels?”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
“Skin tight short shorts, a crop top, no panties or bra, micro mini skirts, maybe just a pair of panties whether thong, g-string or bikini.”
“Yeah, that works for me,” Mike replied with a huge gin on his face.
“Mmm, I think I can do that, well, except when I go to work or have to run errands. You know, sometimes, I need to look and act like a respectable business woman and not a cock craving little slut, even if I am,” I answered with a laugh.
“Yeah, you certainly are, but you're my slut.”
“Yours?” I giggled just before Mike grabbed me and we play wrestled all the way to the bedroom.
Three hours later, my asshole oozing cum, we made it to the work shop. I'd become pretty adept at making cuffs so he would have more time to emboss them with various emblems.
“What are we going to name our store?” I asked.
“I've been thinking about that,” Mike replied without looking up. “How does 'The Dark Side' sound? That name doesn't limit us to just leather goods.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it sounds good. We can do the lettering in big Gothic letters in red and black,” I said after giving it some thought.
“Yeah, sounds cool.”
“Gives me one more thing to do this week. I'll have to go to the county clerk and register the name and then go apply for a sales tax permit.”
“And then after breakfast what are you going to do?”
“Very funny! Ha, Ha!” I laughed and threw a cuff at him.
“Hey! Hey!” Mike laughed as he deftly caught it.
“Damn, I just love feeling your cum oozing out of me and going own my legs.”
“Maybe you can go to work like that a few times.”
Returning his smile, I replied, “You know I will.”
“You're such a slut.”
“And you just now figured this out?”
“You know, if I was of a mind to get married again, I'd want it to be you,” he said.
“You're lucky we can't get married or I'd be pestering you about it all the time.”
“Would you?”
“You know I would. Look at me, I got on hormones because you wanted to have titties to play with. Of course, I like having them there for you as well. And if you wanted me to do it, I'd have the surgery. Then we could get married. I'd be the best wife ever, taking care of you in and out of bed, offering my ass for your discipline, keeping your house, working my ass off at the shop, and you know damn good and well that I absolutely worship your cock.”
Mike crossed the room in record time and took me in his arms, kissing me passionately while his hands roamed over my bare ass. His mouth moved down and he began kissing and licking my titties, driving me wild with lust. He picked me up and set me on the table, quickly stepping between my legs as his cock began to nudge against me.
“Take me, baby. I'm on fire!”
When he pushed a little harder I felt my asshole being opened. His aim was perfect and his dick was soon pushing me open again while I whimpered and moaned.
Pushing me back on the table, he pulled my legs up and over his shoulders. His hard cock then made its way all the way into me, impaling me lustily on his shaft.
“Mmm, yesss! Yesss!” I groaned louder and louder. “Yesss! Oh! Oh, baby, I'm yours!”
“Fuck, your ass is so damn hot! So fucking tight! Oh baby, I'm gonna make you cum a million times!” Mike began giving me longer and harder strokes and I think he was actually trying to give me one million orgasms.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I cried again and again as his big dick stroked me so incredibly well.
Looking back, I can't say he gave me a million orgasms, but the ones he gave me were super powerful and just rolling one over the other with end. Somewhere during my delirium of massive orgasms my dick spilled out a good amount of thin fluid, covering my belly. It seemed as if every bone in my body turned to jelly
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Get ready! Get ready! Shit, I'm gonna cum! Fuck I'm gonna … I'm gonna … Fuck, I'm cumming!”
The first rope of his hot seed blasted into me so hard it felt like a garden hose was in my ass, and that was what really pushed me over the edge. My body shook and shuddered so violently while he came into me than I'm sure it looked as though I was having a seizure. His cum flooded out of me and raced down between my ass cheeks even though his cock was still plugging me nicely.
“Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooooh, baby! Yesss! Yesss!”
Mike collapsed on top of me and we lay tangled together in a mass of quivering flesh, my thighs smashing my titties, my ankles somewhere over my head.
Over the next three weeks I was busier than busy. I got the store name registered, closed the deal on the store, got the tax number, cleaned the place thoroughly from the ceiling, down the walls, to the darkest corners, and even repainted the place. The paint was barely dry when they came to lay the new carpet, which I had negotiated off the down payment. Then the merchandise gondolas and display counters were delivered and put in place. Mike made hanging poles, like in a closet, for the leather clothing. Then we started bringing in inventory from home and arranging everything by size and quality.
We had the name, 'The Dark Side', professionally painted on the windows as well as having an overhead lighted sign on the upper portion of the facade. Of course we broke in the store properly, several times in various locations. Mike also insisted that we try out every type of paddle, whip, crop, and every electro stimulation device we were carrying. Yes, my poor ass was bruised severely but the sex afterward was tremendous. A few times, when it was time to go home, I just picked up my clothes that had been strewn about and rode home naked. Somehow this always got Mike good and hard for some bedtime activity.
One afternoon while I was putting the final touches before our grand opening, my attorney called with some news of my pending lawsuit, “Carolyn, I've got some good news. The lawyers for the company were just here and they've offered to settle out of court and I'm obligated to inform you. However, I think we can hold out for more. They really don't want this thing to go to court. They offered one point five million.”
“That much? Really?”
“I think we should go back and ask for five million and see where that gets us. Hopefully we can negotiate and meet somewhere around three point five. What do you think?”
“You're the attorney and when you tell me to take the deal, I'll be there.”
“Good girl,” he said and chuckled. “I'll call you back when I have more news. Bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
Later that afternoon the realtor handling my house called and told me she had an offer from a young couple just getting started. It was close, not what I was asking, but close enough.
“Do it,” I told her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm positive. I'll stop by in the morning and sign the papers,” I laughed.
“Um, you do have the other legal work done that we'd talked about? I mean, you do have to sign your legal name,” she asked hesitantly.
“Yep, got that all taken care of,” I replied proudly, impressed that she remembered.
“Excellent! Then I'll see you in the morning. Bye.”
“Goodbye, hon.”
Hanging up the phone I decided I was way too excited to keep on working. I needed to get home and let Mike know the news. Of course, there was more on my mind, I needed a shower and get myself all dolled up for Mike so we could celebrate.
More than a dozen different scenarios flashed through my brain but I couldn't decide on which one. I mean, we'd already had sex in every room of the house as well as in the back yard, on the patio, in the hot tub, in the car, in the front yard, in the store, in his workshop, and a few other places. Then I remembered that he had pissed on me a few times and had always been exceptionally turned on by doing so. In the end I went with the submissive slave girl.
With only a few minutes to spare I pulled on a pair of sheer black stay up stockings and a pair of black stilettos with five inch heels before putting the cuffs on my ankles and wrists and then put on the collar. Next I got out a nasty paddle with with tiny holes in the shape of a star. I knelt in the middle of the living room, my head touching the floor and the paddle balanced on my back and simply waited.
I heard him pull into the driveway and a million butterflies tickled my tummy. The door opened and he walked in to find me waiting.
“Well, well, what have we here? Have you been naughty, little girl?”
“I deserve a spanking, sir,” I said, trembling.
“Oh, I see. And how many smacks do you think you need?”
“As many as you desire, sir.”
“Open ended, huh?” Mike chuckled as he picked up the paddle from its resting place. “You know, you're going to cry like a baby before I finish with you.”
“I'll be a good girl, sir. I promise,” I sniffed.
“I'm sure. Just like you said the last time. No, I believe you need to learn a lesson this time, slut. Hell, maybe I should auction you off to the highest bidder. Is that what you want?”
“No sir! Please, please, don't sell me!”
The paddle struck my ass with a resounding whack and I nearly jumped to my feet. Before I could scream a protest it landed again and again. I'd learned a long time ago not to try and block the blows with my hands because the paddle striking my hands hurt just as much as it did on my ass.
“Why shouldn't I, you dumb cunt?” Mike unleashed several more hard smacks to my ass in rapid succession.
“Ooww! Ooww! Please! Please, sir, I'll do anything!” Tears of pain were streaming down my cheeks but I was also extremely aroused just as I knew he would be by the time he finished beating my tender ass.
“Answer me, bitch!” He cried and continued delivering painful blows.
“Ooww! Ooww! Because … because I love you! Oh please, Master! It hurts! It Hurts!”
The blows suddenly stopped and Mike pulled me to my feet and began kissing me passionately, rubbing my battered ass gently.
“Was that so hard?” he asked with a smile and then picked me up in his powerful arms.
Mike carried me to the bedroom and we made love for a really long time. I had one of the most powerful orgasms in my life before he fulled me with his thick cum.
While we lay together after the wonderful sex I told Mike about my day, including the two calls I'd had. We discussed how to use the money, investing it, some in our business and some in other ways to make it work for us.
“Come on. Get up,” Mike said, “Get dressed, gorgeous, we're going out to eat. I'm starving!”
Climbing out of bed, I looked in my closet and chose an emerald dress to set off my red hair, as well as show off my cleavage by way of its plunging neckline. The dress was held up by two spaghetti straps and fell down just far enough to hide the top of my stockings. At Mike's insistence I removed my collar and cuffs before we left the house and made our way to his favorite steak house. He surprise me tonight by wearing something other than jeans and boots. While he wasn't dressed in formal attire, Mike wore dress slacks, a button down shirt, a matching sport jacket, and dress boots.
The food was excellent. I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was until we began eating and I wasted little time downing my meal.
“Are you ready for the grand opening?” Mike asked between bites.
“Yes, I think we're just about ready, at least I hope we are.”
“Good! You've really worked your ass off,” he replied with a laugh.
“A labor of love, baby. I've even got a couple of young girls we might want to hire. And Melanie, you remember her, the woman from 'The Woman Within', has been chipping in to help and we've gotten pretty close.”
“Sure, I remember her. You should invite her over for a cook-out some day.”
“I'll do that. I know, we can invite her and her boyfriend over, as well as any employees we have. I'll tell them all to bring a bathing suit as well so everyone can enjoy the pool. If I hire these two girls you'll like seeing them in a swim suit. Of course, I'd also invite their boyfriends. Well, one of them has a boyfriend, I'm not sure about the other one. I think she's a lesbian, not that it matters.”
“Then invite her girlfriend as well,” Mike said after swallowing. “Just keep in mind that you don't want mindless bimbos working for you.”
“I know. Ideally I'd like to hire people who know something about the BDSM scene, and they can learn about leather. Oh, there was one guy who looks to be about twenty-two or so who came into the shop and gave me a hand moving some heavy stuff and hang a few things. I didn't have the money to pay him so I took him out to lunch. He's looking for work so I told him to come back and we'd discuss it.”
“Sounds good as long as he's not trying to get in your panties.”
“I didn't get that from him. He's straight, I think, but he did show an interest in some of the leather items. Now whether they were for using them on him or someone else, I haven't a clue.”
“You've got a busy day tomorrow,” Mike said with a laugh.
“Yes, a very busy day. What do you think about this? All employees have to wear leather, skirts, dresses, chaps, pants, vests, whatever, to show that they work there.”
“Leather uniforms? I like it.”
“Yeah, and it looks sexy.”
We left the restaurant and drove home quickly so Mike could give me my weekly spanking. He stripped me naked, gagged me, and cuffed me to an “X” frame in the shop. Trembling, I waited for the first blow to land, knowing this was really going to hurt.
“MMPF!” I screamed into the gag when the cane landed on my bare butt.
He swung again and I could hear the cane splitting the air before it struck me. Again and again he struck my ass leaving red welts with each blow. The pain inflicted upon me was terribly erotic and I grew more excited with every welt attained. When he finished caning me, Mike released me from the “X” and cuffed my hands behind my back. I knelt in front of him, my eyes pleading with him to remove my gag.
“Thank you, Master,” I gasped once the ball gag was removed.
“Suck me!”
Instantly doing as he requested I found peace and comfort with his hard cock in my mouth, whimpering while my ass throbbed painfully. I've loved sucking cock since my very first one several years ago, and now more especially Mike's big cock.
Mike harshly fucked my face, his monstrous cock driving in and out of my throat, gagging me and then pulling back until only the bulbous head remained in my mouth. When he reached down and roughly twisted my nipples I came very close to shooting my load. He saw this and fucked my mouth even faster, holding me by the head while doing so, forcing me to concentrate on him and not even think about my own dick.
“Do it, bitch! Spend your load on the floor so you can lick it up! Suck my cock! Suck me good!”
My mouth went up and down his shaft while my tongue caressed him lovingly.
“I'm cumming! Ooohhh yea, I'm cumming, slut!”
Mike filled my mouth quickly, forcing me to swallow, and swallow, while he pumped more and more cum into me. My body shuddered and I felt my own small dick spilling its load onto the floor between my knees. He pulled out and finished off on my face and then let me lick him clean. I knew what came next and closed my eyes just before the hot piss struck me.
Opening my mouth for him to fill, I swallowed his golden nectar as fast as I could. There was no way I could keep up with his steady flow but I liked to try. What piss I couldn't swallow flowed easily down over my titties and then over my shrunken clitty, mingling with my cum and forming a large puddle on the floor.
The flow of piss stopped and he said, “You're the perfect slut, Carolyn.”
“Thank you, Master. I only want to please you.”
“And you have, Carolyn, much more than I ever thought possible. Now clean up this little mess and go take a shower.”
“Yes sir!”
For once, when I climbed into bed beside Mike, I was actually glad he was too tired for sex because I was thoroughly exhausted, extremely well satisfied but completely exhausted.
(to be continued)
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