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EMAIL REALITY
by
Lauren Westley
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age
appropriateness etc are in effect. This piece is about humiliation,
degradation and other XXXX sexuality. This is a short story and not
sure when or if I'll complete. If you read it I hope you like it and if
it's not your thing just stop reading now. Thanks, [email protected])
Chapter 2.
"Come here girl," Don motioned me with?his forefinger and then pointing
to where he wanted me to stand just a foot or so in front of him.
His forefinger poked my penis inquiring, "You have a very small clitty
girl?"
I stood shocked that I was now in front of this man touching my private
and calling it a clit. This was no longer just an email it was a
reality.
"Well since we only have two days your training will be quite
rigorous," Don said and then handed me a composition book and a pen.
Instead of the typical black and white cover it was pink and white and
the pen was also pink."
You are going to write down what I tell you now and you'll use your
best cursive penmanship. This book will be your guide and part of your
daily chore."
Then he had me turn to the beginning and explained I would write at the
top of each?page what he was about to tell me.?"
"Write this: 'I am a good girl and my name is Jane.' You will write
that 100 times today." He laughed adding, "Dick & Jane."
"But most important Jane is for you to remember your vow before coming
here. You are to feel outside whom you are inside. All the preparation
has brought you to obey me and for my pleasure.
Feeling naked as I stood there I wrote it down.
"I am a good girl and my name is Jane."
"Next page," he said. I turned to a blank page and he continued, "page
2: I will curtsy each time a man addresses me and when he gives me
leave. You do know how to curtsy don't you?"
I started to answer, 'Yes,' but Don pinched the tip of my clitty
saying, "don't speak." "Nod your head 'yes' or 'no' from now on and
curtsy when asked a simple question where a 'yes' or 'no' will do. If
you must speak it should be kept brief."
"Do you understand?"
I had practiced the curtsy we had talked about in our emails. It was
with both legs together, the hands go back along the skirt (if wearing
one) and the knees bend. While you come up on your toes. It's almost
like a moderate deep knee bend. It was still hard to maintain my
balance and Don didn't like my first curtsy/nod saying I should
practice and try to curtsy lower stretching my muscles and helping my
pussy get ready to pleasure his cock.
"Think about sitting on my cock and don't get up to quickly," he said.
I looked around the room. The walls were a simple painter white and the
blinds were drawn but there were no drapes. It was sparse but it wasn't
unattractive. It could be fixed up.
"Ok Jane, page 3," and here are the various things I wrote on each page
over the next 15 minutes nodding an curtsying after each one. "You will
also write
page 3:?? I am a good girl and will cum only with permission
page 4:?? I am a good girl and will make sure my lipstick and perfume
is fresh.
page 5:?? I am a good girl I will? wipe cum or spit off me only when
told to.
page 6: I am a good girl I will always swallow but only when I'm
told to.
page 7:?? I am a good girl I will not let my pussy leak.
page 8:?? I am a good girl my voice will be subdued at all times.
page 9:?? I am a good girl and will practice my curtsy.
page 10:?? I am a good girl and will obey
page 11: I am a good girl,
Don stopped me saying, "Go into the kitchen and fill a baggie with
ice."
I stopped writing and put the notebook on the coffee table scurrying to
the kitchen and remembering when I got there I had not curtsied.
Fortunately it didn't take me long to accomplish the task since the
baggie box was on the table and the ice was easy to find.
Upon returning I gave the bag to Don and curtsied. Then I picked up the
notebook. Don looked at me with penetrating gray eyes and said,
page 10: I am a good girl and will look demurely when a man eyes me.
page 11: I am a good girl and will obey the 'bathroom code of conduct.'
This particular page I knew about from our emails. We had discussed how
if I needed to use the bathroom I'd simply ask. The same was true if I
was hungry. In whatever this was to be I was the submissive submitting
all during this time.
"We'll add to this as needed," Don said, "but right now I think we need
to do something else. Do you know what that is?"
Don took the bag of ice cubes, some of which had melted, and placed it
over my 'clitty.' "You see Jane all of these rules have gotten you
excited."
I had barely been here one hour and the transformation was
unbelievable.
"Jane, whenever you have time like this you should be writing.
"Pen in hand. Pad in other. Baggie on clitty I began writing,
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
I am a good girl and my name is Jane.
'?At about the 27th time I had written the sentence the bag of ice fell
to the floor and my clitty was soft.
"Jane show me what you've written," Don asked.
Don didn't yell but more simply commanded in a strong baritone voice.
He took the pad from me after he put the ice pack on my clitty again. I
hadn't even realized my clitty had gotten hard.
After my clitty had gone soft again Don asked me who I was? It took me
twice to give the appropriate reply
"I am a good girl and my name is Jane."
"And you will always reply as such when asked Jane," Don instructed.
He showed me my notebook and where I had written, "I am a good girl and
my name is Jane." Don had put an X next to many of them and a big F in
the right column.
"Jane you will have to redo the ones I marked an X," Don said sending
me back to the kitchen to bring him another beer. "But first take this
book," Don reached down to the coffee table picking up a large heavy
book which was out of place there. The title was, "Poise and Modeling."
"Balance the book on your head and walk around the room," Don said as
he sat back and turned his attention to the game on the television,
"and girl make sure you don't it."
Holding the book I nervously raised it over my head and then began to
balance it on the top of my head steadying it with my hands. Slowly I
removed my hands and lowered them. The book balanced on my head. My
back was arched pushing my bra out and my 'clitty' poking out below.
Lower down the white stockings stretched down to my toes tucked inside
the strappy white heels.
I started to walk but had barely gone two steps when the book slid off
my head falling to the carpet with a giant thud.
Don barely glanced up saying, "Continue," as he finished his second
beer.
THUD....the book fell again.
Don sent me for another beer and then had me continue my 'poise and
modeling.' The butt plug wiggled in my ass. The heels tipped. The book
fell again and again.
THUD
THUD
THUD
"Maybe I'll need to glue that to your head Jane," Don says as he
finishes his third beer.
It was the seventh inning stretch in the game.
"Three times five plus plus four, how much is that Jane."
I quickly answer 29 but know I made a mistake because I was nervous.
Don says it's 19 and because I was wrong he added 2 more.
"Come here Jane. You need 21 swats on your bottom to help you learn
both poise and writing," Don reprimanded.
These few steps I take I've thought about long before I had even left
my hometown. A spanking. I knew it was going to happen but now it was
real. My clitty is getting hard. Don sees it and a small grin crosses
his face. He takes my wrist and slowly pulls me over his lap. His hands
rub my ass a bit and then he grabs my hair and his other hand goes from
rubbing to gone to
SLAP!
He hits each cheek over and over. At some point I yell. Don says, "No
yelling," or else he'll start over from the beginning. I go silent.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
The pain only overshadows the sting and shame. Of course my hard on has
shrunk and then Don asks me, "How many is that?"
I answer, "Twelve," but it turns out it was only nine. Don says we'll
have to start from the beginning and I am to always know how many it
is. Unlike the porn flicks instead of counting out-loud I have to
concentrate on the number silently.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
"How many is that?" Don asks.
"Twenty-three," I reply. (counting the first nine over again)
"Good girl," he says as he pulls my panties down and continues
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
I am on the verge of tears when he is finished. My ass is so sore I
start to rub it but I'm told not to.
For the next two hours Don had me spend 15 minutes walking with the
book on my head. I wasn't dropping it as much but my ass was stinging
more and more. Although I tried to suffer these spankings in silence I
started to tear a bit the last few strokes. I wondered if Don knew and
what he thought if he did.
I also learned to curtsy when I was seni to do something and also to
curtsy after I brought a beer to Don. But it was an odd curtsy in that
I wasn't to stand back up until Don either shooed me on my way with his
fingers or nodded for me to go. I fell over one time. Don laughed.
Water was something I could get without permission and Don seemed to
sense when I needed to pee by asking me if I needed to 'pee' at just
the right time. We walked to the bathroom together. Don lifted the
seat, undid his zipper and peed into the bowl with me standing there.
After he was done he shook his penis and some yellow droplets fell on
the porcelain rim. Then he instructed me on how to go. I was to leave
the seat up, squat with my clitty between my legs and pee without
touching the rim. I was doing okay but I was never great at balance and
near the end I slipped back and could feel his urine wipe from the rim
to my thighs.
"Don't forget Jane to wipe front to back," Don said in a way that both
mocked my falling and to wipe after I was done. "All girls know this
and Jane," he continued, "over the weekend you will know what is
expected from a girl like you."
By 6 pm I was able to walk almost the whole room with the "Poise &
Modeling" book resting on my head. My curtsy was properly executed and
my penmanship was acceptable. Don had me take a wonderful bubble bath.
It was so nice to get in the hot tub. My ass stung a bit at first but I
was also washing off Don's pee from earlier in the day.
Lying there with the smell of "Beach Girl" bubble bath by philosophy
and Suzanne Vega's voice singing through the ceiling speaker "As Girls
Go," I drifted off into the sexuality and sensuality of the day. My
clitty hardened. There was no ice to make it soft and although I knew I
couldn't touch it (Don's orders) I, nevertheless, radiated. I was
enjoying myself.
There was a Gillette Embrace razor as well as a tube of Cremo Cream. I
shaved my face (though I have very little facial hair, then my legs,
arms, underarms. It all happened suddenly and naturally. I was so
smooth. My legs felt so Silky as I lay in the tub.
The bathroom wasn't fancy. The wallpaper was a lime green and white
broad vertical stripe affair. Old enough that is was peeling in a few
places. Very standard toilet and sink sat on those one-inch tile floors
from yesteryear. A pink towel hung on the towel bar with the initial J.
Don had certainly taken some thought at planning. There was even a
dimmer and a candle. The flicker from the flame cast a glowing dance on
the walls. The door remained opened. Don has said I was not allowed to
close the doors in the house but only open them.
Don was able to create a balance between punishment and enticement. At
one point, when I was standing near him, he put his hand between my
legs just below.. My inner thighs seemed to warm over his hand and I
was stimulated. But he didn't stop or put the ice pack on. Instead,
after a few minutes, he removed his hand and it ended there.
"Hey, you need to be ready in an hour Jane," Don said. I was startled
as I turned and saw him standing in the doorframe. "We are having a
guest for dinner tonight Jane. I've put some clothes out for you to
wear tonight. And although you don't have to cook since the food is
being delivered you are expected to serve."
Nodding a yes I replied. "I'll be ready."
Don left and I knew I had to hurry to be ready so I rinsed off. I had
washed my hair and figured I'd just put it in a ponytail. Standing
there I looked down at my toes and saw the
"Tickled Pink" nail polish glow back at me. I had matching stick-on
nails I'd put on soon.
"OMG," I looked down and there was a pair of 'pink bunny slippers' by
the sink. Don must have put them there when he told me to get ready.
They made me appreciate my training and my trainer Don. I thought of
it as a reward.
Stepping out into the bedroom I saw a little black dress if you could
call it that. The label inside said "Leg6Avenue". It was really a mesh
mini dress with a black horizontal ribbon wrapping around the dress
every three or four inches with the skirt flaring from below the waist
and lined. However, the lining was pretty see-thru so that was kind of
funny and ridiculous. Next to it was a black thong gaffe and a
strapless bra with built-in liquid gel breasts. There was also a pair
of black strappy heels (like the white ones) and another box and a
small evening purse.
I combed and blow dried my hair then wrapped a black band around it
forming a ponytail. When I was done with my makeup and perfume I opened
the box as the card had instructed. Inside was a pair of black dangling
earrings, a black bracelet, a gold and black necklace. (Well not real
gold and the black was a plastic looking material). Also there was a
bigger black butt plug.
As I walked out of the room to go downstairs I felt my skirt flowing
and the air whooshing against my near naked ass. The black dildo
pressed against me, inside me. Consuming.
Don was waiting for me when I came downstairs. He handed me a rum and
coke and told me it would settle my nerves and then he showed me where
the dishes were and said I would eat after he and his friend had
finished. He also pointed out the cash and a note card on the kitchen
table saying, "Jane you will answer the doorbell when my friend arrives
and when the food is delivered you will walk the delivery man to the
kitchen and hand him the money and that card. Remember to curtsy and
smile."
We went back into the living room. Don had me go to the corner of the
room. There was a microphone stand with a latex penis attached where
the microphone should go.
"When you aren't serving you are to stand in the corner of the room
sucking this dick," Don said, "and when we have dinner you will bring
this into the dining room and suck it there."
He walked away and I put my lips around the soft latex penis.
"I want to hear you suck and deep throat it Jane, and keep your hands
behind your back when you are in the corner." Don said from behind me
somewhere.
If you are reading this and are neither a submissive nor a dominant you
have no idea of the feelings occurring. To you this is just strange.
But to me in the corner it was both me and not me.
DING-DONG-DONG-DONG
The doorbell chimed and pulled my lips away from the penis turning to
answer the door. Don was there with Kleenex and my lipstick.
"Always keep your lipstick fresh Jane," he instructed.
My heels clacked on the wood floor as I neared the door with fresh
lipstick applied.
The doorbell rang again.
DING-DONG-DONG-DONG.
I opened the door. There was a middle-aged man standing there. He was
typical fifty year old American male. Out-of-shape. He walked in.
"Hey Bob, how are you?" Don said.
The man had brushed by me and walked into the living room. Don and he
did the man hug.
"Go get us a couple of beers girl," Don said.
I walked to the kitchen and heard Bob say to Don how I had a cute,
"fuckable ass."
"Oh, Jane is both fuckable and spankable," Don chuckled.
"Well, she does need to properly curtsy when a guest comes," Bob said.
I couldn't hear what was said next since I was in the kitchen getting a
couple of beers. As instructed I came out with both of them on a tray
and two cocktail napkins. They were sitting on the sofa and had another
baseball game on. I curtsied.
"So Jane," Don said, "you forgot to curtsy when Bob arrived. Bob will
handle that oversight later but make yourself another rum and cock...I
mean coke." Don was a wee bit tipsy it seemed.
"Before you go back to sucking plastic cock Jane look what Bob brought
you," Don said.
He had brought an O RING that strapped around my head and held my mouth
open. It slipped over my teeth. I'd only seen pictures of these. This
was made of a comfortable semi-soft material so I could bite down a
little bit but it was easier to let the tension hold my mouth fully
open.
A little drunker I was back sucking the penis on a microphone through
the O-RING and over the next half hour I was sent to get them both
another couple of bottles of beer.
DING-DONG-DONG-DONG
I applied fresh lipstick and went to the door but like before the bell
had rung a second time by the time I opened it. This time I curtsied
and smiled so everyone could see. The delivery boy was actually an old
skinny man. He was definitely frustrated but he smiled a bit when he
saw the O-RING and me in the almost see through 'slut-fuck-me' dress.
He followed me to the kitchen. I could hear Don whisper something to
Bob and Bob laughed but I didn't know what.
The deliveryman put the two white plastic bags down on the table. They
had red lettering spelling THANK YOU on them and I handed him the money
and note.
He looked at the money a bit shocked and then read the note. He handed
me the note and I saw his hand go towards his zipper. Written on the
piece of paper was,
"I am so sorry I am $5 short and also have no money for a tip. Will you
accept a blow job for the tip and you can spank me for the $5?"Jane.
In no time I was on my knees and his flaccid cock was pushed past the
O-RING into my wet mouth. At least he didn't smell badly and it wasn't
long before he got a semi-erection. It seemed the O-RING made my mouth
saliva more and he held me by my ears and pumped my face. A minute
before he came he pulled out of my mouth and jerked his cock finally
shooting his cum on my face with most landing on my nose and some
dripping down into my mouth.
"And now about that $5," he said.
I stood up dripping his cum. It wasn't a big load but it was still
messy. Then he had me bend over and hold my skirt up.
"SHE LIKES THEM HARD," Bob called out from the other room.
The deliveryman felt my ass cheeks saying, "I wonder how much a good
spank would cost? I think each slap should be worth a quarter. So that
would be 4 to the dollar and twenty to the fiver."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He laid them in hard and was alternating both cheeks and just below the
butt.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He held me by my ponytail and continued spanking
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
This time I was crying except you couldn't hear it through the O-ring
but my tears mixed with his cum washing more from my nose and dribbling
onto the floor below.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He was finished and I was standing and curtsying. The deliveryman
walked out of the kitchen back through towards the front door.
"That was great Don, thanks," the deliveryman said.
"Every time Jack," Don answered.
I was crying in the kitchen.
"Time to get dinner served Jane," Don called out from the living room.
(Chapter 3 to follow)
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