Card PartyChapter 9 Kids at Davidsons
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o and H. Davidson
The front gate buzzer rang and, as usual, it startled me. i went to the intercom, ?Hello??
?Hi, o, it?s Steph and Scott. Can we come in?? i could tell by her voice that Stephanie was excited.
?Sure.? i pushed the button opening the driveway gate, and opened the front door. Stephanie came running up the driveway and we hugged on the front porch. Scott was further back riding a motorcycle toward the garage door.
?What?s with the motorcycle?? i asked.
?That?s why we came by. Scott bought it this morning.? Steph enthused.
Scott put the stand down and came over and gave me a hug. ?What do you think, o, isn?t it beautiful?? He was obviously very excited.
?i guess it is, but you know, i?m not really much of an expert on motorcycles, but??
Scott cut me short, ?Do you want to go for a ride, o??
?Scott, you know i can?t get dressed, and if??
He interrupted again, ?You wouldn?t have to. Look, if you sit close no one would even know you are nude, and we wouldn?t, like, go through town, or anything. Come on, o, please.? Scott seemed almost to be pleading.
?But i?ve never even ridden on a motorcycle??
?It?s easy, isn?t it Steph, just hang onto me and lean when I lean. Come on o, you?ll love it.? Yep, now he was definitely pleading.
?Well, okay, but not too far, okay??
?Sure, o. But you will have to wear the helmet; it?s the law.? Scott was really excited now.
?Okay, i guess Master wouldn?t want me to break the law, and I?m sure you wouldn?t want to be stopped by a cop having a naked slave on the back of your bike.? i put on Stephanie?s helmet. i was definitely not as enthused as Scott, but it seemed like it could be fun.
Scott started the bike, and i got on the back. Stephanie told me to sit right up tight behind Scott, wrap slave?s arms around him and just lean with him.
We went slowly toward the gate to give it time to open and then out onto the street. Scott started slowly, to let me get used to it, and then gradually got faster and faster. i must admit that it was pretty exciting with the wind blowing over slave?s naked body. Scott was as good as his word; he stayed on back streets for about ten miles. i know it was ten miles, because that?s how far it is from Master?s house to the college, and that is where we ended up. At the guard?s kiosk, Scott turned around, and headed back to Master?s house.
We passed a lot of people. i don?t know if they thought i was wearing a thong bikini, or? didn?t look, or just didn?t care, but we attracted a surprising lack of attention. A couple of cars came up behind us, and then passed us, (Scott was careful to go the speed limit), people did yell things, but i couldn?t make out what.
When we got back to Master?s house, Stephanie stepped in front of the electric eye to open the gate. i could see on her face that something was wrong. Then i saw Master?s car in the garage. Scott stopped the bike and i got off, took off Steph?s helmet, and handed it to her.
?o, go in the house.? It was Master?s voice. He was on the porch, but i hadn?t seen Him.
?Yes, Master. May i speak?? i tried to sound pathetic, but Master wasn?t buying it.
?No, go inside and wait for me in the playroom.? Master?s voice suggested that there was to be no debate.
Master didn?t say a word while i walked to and through the front door. Later i learned, from Steph, that He told them that He did not want to embarrass them by reproaching them in front of me.
Steph confessed that she was so upset she?s not sure exactly what He said, but it was something about what a dumb stunt that was. He admitted He didn?t know Scott that well, but He expected more common sense from Stephanie. Scott interjected that i hadn?t worn anything except the helmet which was required by law.
Master told him that that was the point, exactly. What if Scott had tipped over the motorcycle; what good was a display slave with scars all over her body? He told Stephanie that she was going to see the consequences of her thoughtlessness, and she could include Scott if she wished. He told her to be at The Roundup at 9:00 that evening; no excuses.
He left them and came into the house where His very frightened slave was waiting. i haven?t been disciplined in quite awhile, but i was sure that i would be today. Master sat in His easy chair and instructed me to kneel in front of Him.
?What were you thinking, o?? He demanded.
?i guess i really wasn?t thinking, Master. Scott was so excited about his new motorcycle and he said i didn?t have to break any rules, like getting dressed, except for the helmet, and that?s the law, so i thought you would be okay with that, and we were only gone about a half hour and?? i was rambling and i knew it.
?o, stop it. This is not about breaking rules. What if Scott had dumped the bike; besides possibly getting badly hurt, do you know what you would look like?? He was sounding very serious and scary.
?i guess that wasn?t very bright, was it Master?? i tried to sound like the little girl scolded, but He wasn?t buying that either.
?No, o, it wasn?t, and I am going to impress upon you, and Stephanie, just how stupid that little adventure was. Go into your room and wait.? i knew that couldn?t be a good thing. slave?s room is used for exercise, training, and discipline, and i had a pretty good idea which it was going to be this afternoon.
i stood in slave?s room for what seemed like hours. i have no idea how long it really was because the only time pieces in there are timers; no clocks. Finally, Master came in.
He took slave?s wrists and fastened the cuffs to a chain hanging from a beam in the ceiling. When He removed slave?s three-inch soled mules, i was on tip toes, and stretched about as much as i could stretch.
Master went to the cabinet and picked a bamboo cane. He walked around me and stopped in front of me. ?o, do you understand why I am so upset and disappointed in you??
?Yes, Master, because i might have disfigured Your display slave.? my voice cracked with emotion, and fright. i knew this cane well.
?Yes, that is certainly part of it, but you could have been seriously hurt and the more so because you were naked, if you had??
?But, Master, Scott was very careful, and?? that was a mistake, and i knew it instantly. A slave does not interrupt slave?s Master, especially when He is already pretty pissed off.
?Be quiet, o.? His voice was very controlled but i could
tell that He was seriously upset with me.
?I haven?t had to discipline you in some time, so just as a reminder, you count the strokes to yourself, and thank me at every fifth stroke. Do you remember o??
?Yes, Master, i remember very well, Master.? i also remembered that if i was to receive just a few strokes, He would have instructed me to thank Him every stroke, every fifth stroke was for a more intense discipline. It might be a long afternoon.
Master began slowly, and, i can?t really say lightly, but it did get worse; a lot worse. He started so slowly that i almost wanted to scream, ?Come on let?s get on with it and get it over with.? But, of course, i didn?t. He took me from stinging like a swat with a fly swatter, just enough to wake the endorphins and let them know i would be needing them soon, to gasping pain, into the zone that i sometimes get into, and finally to fainting.
The session must have lasted for almost two hours. i know this because Scott mentioned, as we were about home, that it was almost 5:30, and when Master finished with me, it was past seven thirty (i sneaked a peek at Master?s watch). There were pauses, of course, but none long enough for me to really get slave?s mental equilibrium.
When it was over, slave?s body looked like a zebra or a tiger, but instead of black stripes like a zebra, slave?s were red or purple. Between slave?s arm pits and knees, i was covered with stripes the width of Master?s cane. If i had had the presence of mind, i could have counted the strokes pretty quickly. Master uses the cane to make tally marks on slave?s skin; you know, four welts one direction and then one diagonally across the first four. That fifth one always hurts a little (okay, quite a bit) more because it crosses the other four, and makes it easier to remember to thank Master on that stroke.
i was in Master?s arms, when i recovered, but reclining on the floor. He helped me to slave?s feet, and took me to the mirror. i could hardly walk. i hurt all over, not just where the cane had struck, but everywhere, from slave?s head to slave?s toes, inside and out.
Master stood next to me in the reflection of the mirror, and asked, ?Is this adequate to impress upon you not to go on motorcycle rides without sufficient protection, o??
slave?s voice crackled with emotion as i answered, ?Yes, Master, i am so very sorry that i disappointed you. i hope to never do it again.? And believe me, i meant every word.
Master instructed me to assume the standing position facing the mirror, and left me there for, i would guess, fifteen to twenty days, okay, minutes. Upon returning, Master gave me the mini dress that has a strip of stretch lace at the top that fits under slave?s arms, and holds the dress up. He instructed me to put it on. The stretch lace felt like a band of barbed wire around me over the marks of the cane. The hem is about three inches below slave?s sex so some welts were clearly visible below the dress and a few just above the lace strip. Of course, the dress is so sheer that all the welts were visible to anyone looking closely.
i was instructed to wait on the porch. The cool air felt like fire on slave?s fresh welts. Master brought out the car and instructed me to get in. It was all i could do to walk to the car. i couldn?t imagine how i was going to sit down.
It was worse than i thought. i lifted the skirt so that slave?s bare ass would be on the leather, and when i sat, i screamed so loud that i?m sure the neighbors could hear. i tried to settle in, but there was no comfortable position. The eight mile ride to The Roundup was total torture. There was absolutely no way for me to sit comfortably, so, with Master?s permission, i rode part of the way supporting slave with slave?s arms so that slave?s butt didn?t rest on the seat.
i guess i should explain that The Roundup is a bar that caters to motorcyclers and students from the local college, and does so with a limited amount of confrontation.
When Master parked the car in the lot, He came around, opened the door and helped me out. Even walking was painful, and the fifty or sixty feet to the door of the bar was agony.
As W/we walked in, i spotted Stephanie at a table with Scott. Master led me to where they were seated, placed a 9x12inch envelope on the table, and sat down. i was so focused on slave?s pain that i hadn?t noticed the envelope before. Master addressed Steph, ?Thank you for meeting U/us, Stephanie.? And then me, ?It is probably too painful for you to sit, o, so why don?t you go into the lady?s room and wait for instructions.?
?Yes, Master.? i?m not sure just how i got to the restroom between the pain of walking and the fear of what was coming. But i walked into the restroom and waited. After a few minutes Stephanie came in with the envelope. In an emotion drenched voice she apologized, ?I am sooooo sorry, o. I had no idea that a quick bike ride would end like this.?
i tried to reassure her, ?That?s okay, Mistress Stephanie, you couldn?t know.?
Steph half whispered, ?Steven told me to tell you to take off your dress and put it in this envelope, and you are to wear the sign that?s in it, and hand one of the informational sheets to each person who comes in here.? She opened the envelope and took out a light weight,? 81/2x51/2 piece of white cardboard on which was printed, ?What can happen when you ride a motorcycle naked!? Master had apparently printed it on His computer. The sign had a little string attached to the top corners. Steph stepped behind me, positioned the sign just below slave?s collar and tied the string at the back of slave?s neck.
The sheets of paper in the envelope had ?safety tips? for motorcyclists apparently printed from an internet site.
i removed slave?s dress, folded it and put it in the envelope. i could see a look of, almost, terror on Steph?s face as she saw, clearly now, the extent of slave?s caning. ?Oh, dear god, o. i know you say that your whippings are usually almost as erotic as they are painful but??
?Yup, this one moved fairly quickly to and through the erotic stage and settled in on the painful. i actually passed out this time.? i realized how scary that might sound to Steph, so i quickly added, ?But Master was there, taking care of me, when i recovered. i?ll be just fine, but i may not sit down for a few days? or months.?
Steph took the envelope and whispered, ?I?m so sorry, o; I?ll be right back.? She turned and walked out the door.
While she was gone, i quickly counted the number of sheets. There were twenty-five or thirty. i didn?t get an accurate count because i still wasn?t functioning at one hundred per cent.
Steph came back without the envelope. ?Mistress Stephanie, did Master say i had to give away all of the sheets? There are, like, thirty sheets here. i don?t think there were thirty people out there, much less thirty women.?
i could hear how difficult this was for her, by Stephanie?s voice, ?I?m sorry, o. He said you had to give them all away. Only one per person and if you ran out of women, you could go to the men?s room. I?m so sorry, o. I can?t tell you??
i interrupted her, ?Would you cut it out, this is not your fault. There was no way?? i stopped at the sound of the door opening. Two women, walked in. From their attire, i guessed they were bikers. i watched the lips of one move as she read the sign around slaves neck, while the second just stared. The first said, ?Shit girl that doesn?t look like road rash to me. How the hell did you do that??
slave?s voice sort of squeaked, ?It isn?t road rash, Mistress. This is what Master did to me because i rode naked on a motorcycle. i guess that is what the sign means.?
The second woman asked, ?What do you mean, you ?guess that?s what the sign means???
?Master just??
Steph interrupted, ?Her Master caned her, and then had me put that sign around her neck. She is supposed to give everyone who comes in here one of those.? She nodded her head toward the paper sheets in slave?s hands.?
i offered a sheet to each woman. ?Please, don?t throw it away until you are in the bar so that Master can see that i have given it to you? please.?
The second women stepped closer and ran her hand over the welts on slave?s hips. i winced at the pain of her touch. She gasped, ?Hay suce, those are some mean frickin? welts. I guess that collar, and rings, and stuff, is serious shit with you, uh??
?Yes, Mistress, it is very serious.?
?Well, better you than me, babe.? The two women did what they came in for, and left holding their informative sheets.
Almost immediately two more women came in, and did not seem surprised to see me. i guessed that the first two women told these two to go see the show in the bathroom.
These two were obviously bikers. They wore leather from neck to toes. ?Holy crap, girl, that?s why you wear this shit.? One admonished, indicating her leathers, ?But you didn?t get that fallin? off no bike.?
i could feel the emotion building up inside me. slave?s eyes began to tear, but i was determined not to actually cry, or bawl, which is what i really felt like doing.
?No, Mistress, i got these because i rode naked on a motorcycle, but the marks, themselves, were made by a cane in the hand of slave?s Master.? i just wanted to cry and this was only sheets three and four. ?Please, take one of these, and take it back to your table with you so that Master can see that i gave it to you.?
?Sure, Doll, we?ll play your kinky little game.? These two left without actually using the facilities; apparently they came in just for the entertainment.
?How are you doing, o, you wanna sit down? Oh, god, that was stupid, of course you don?t want to sit down. I?m sorry, o? Steph?s face was tomato red.
?Mistress Stephanie, if you say you?re sorry, one more time, i?ll scream. i?m doing just fine considering that i am a walking cane welt, on display, naked, in a bar?s bathroom. How many more women do you suppose are out there??
?I don?t know; I?ll look.? As Steph went out, three young college girls came in.
They had obviously not been warned. The first one to see me all but screamed, ?Holy crap. Are you okay? What the fuck happened?? Then she started to read, ?What can happen when?you didn?t do that in a bike accident??
?No, Mistress, i went for a motorcycle ride naked, and this is Master?s way of showing His displeasure. Would you each, please, take one of these sheets back to your table so that Master can see that i gave it to you, please.? i pleaded.
One of the other two women spoke, but not to me, ?Oh? my?god! You know who this is?! Have you guys heard the rumors about a ?slave girl? who goes around naked or practically, and lives around here. Everybody in school has heard about her, but I never believed it. I thought it was like the Loch Ness monster or somethin?? Now she addressed me, ?You?re her, aren?t you? You?re the naked slave girl.?
??Yes, Mistress, i guess i am, although i suppose there could be another one??
The three women laughed, ?Oh sure, right! Wait ?til I tell Brett. I told him he should come tonight.?
Two of the girls did what they came in for; the third walked around me and asked, ?What does it feel like to be beaten like that??
i paused for a moment and then offered, ?Mistress, it can be pretty erotic if it is done right, and Master knows how to do it right. But it can be pretty god awful, if that is His intention, and this evening that was His objective.?
?And,? so? you? like? just stood there? and, like, let him do this to you?? she seemed incredulous.
i tried to explain, but knew it wasn?t really possible. ?It is not possible to take this evening out of context and understand it. As your friend determined, i am a slave and He is slave?s Master. So i didn?t ?just stand there and let Him do it?. i gave Him permission years ago by accepting Him as slave?s Master. Master almost never whips me just for the hell of it. Predominantly, like today, when He disciplines me, it is with cause.?
?There isn?t enough ?cause? in the frickin? world that would persuade me to let anyone do that to me!? the tone of her voice provided the exclamation mark.
The other two women finished their business; each took an info sheet and started for the door. The one who didn?t need to use the bathroom turned back, asking, ?Do you have to give them all away? How many are there??
?About thirty.? Slave?s voice did not exude confidence.
?There aren?t anywhere near thirty women out there; what if you??
Knowing where that was going, i interrupted, ?Master said that i would have to go to the men?s room if i failed to give them all away here.?
?Oh, my god? the three chorused as they left the bathroom giggling.
Steph returned and broke the bad news that there weren?t even a dozen women in the bar, including the bartender. We waited in the ladies? room for what i?m sure was shorter than the days it seemed to me to be. Finally, slave?s curiosity triumphed over slave?s patience. ?Steph, how many women do you think are out there now, and aren?t they drinkin? any beer??
?I don?t know, o, I?ll go look.? She went out and came back almost instantly. ?Oh my gawd, o. The place is packed with college guys. I bet those bitches called every guy within miles. I?m so sor??
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Steph opened it. ?Steven.?
?Are you two alone in there??
?Yes... We were just??
Master stepped around Stephanie and came to me. He clipped one end of a leash to the ring in slave?s collar. ?o, W/we are going home, but before W/we get to the front door I expect you to have given all of those sheets away. Do you understand??
?Oh, yes, Master. Thank you, Master.?
Master led me past Steph and out the restroom door and down the short hall. When W/we entered the bar itself, i could see that it was packed with college guys and the three women, two still on their cell phones, probably calling up reinforcements.
Suddenly someone yelled, ?pussy? and then the bar broke into a chant of ?pus-sy, pus-sy, pus-sy.? slave?s knees buckled, but i caught Master?s arm and held slave up. Now i remembered the info sheets. i handed one to the guy nearest me, then another. The chanting died down, and i could hear men yelling things, but it would be later in the evening, at Master?s home, before i would know what most of them were. Master and Scott and Stephanie would have to remind me, because i was in one of those erotic fogs i get into.
Master led me along the bar which was two-deep with college guys. i handed each guy a sheet. Some took it very politely, some with a word or two, generally about slave?s ?nice tits? or ?smooth pussy? etc. One guy gave slave?s butt a little slap that would have been nothing on an un-caned behind, but it elicited a screech tonight. He just laughed.
One guy took the sheet and said, ?You do this for money, right? How much??
I said, ?i beg your pardon, Sir, but i do it for love.? The man was probably five or six years slave?s junior but the rules are i call all men Sir. He just shook his head.
One guy that looked like the typical computer geek, or an accounting major, took the sheet and in a very weak voice asked, ?Can I feel your cunt??
That kind of caught me off guard. i hate that word but i looked at Master and He nodded, so i said, ?Yes, Sir, please do,? and spread slave?s legs a little further apart. He reached down and wiped his hand over slave?s sex. i squirmed a little more than a little as his hand crossed the marks of Master?s cane. The geek took his hand and wiped slave?s juice on the face of the guy next to him, saying ?See, I told you she?s getting? off on this. Pay up Dude?
One guy took the flyer with one hand and squeezed slave?s breast with the other. He squeezed so hard that slave?s knees buckled and Master had to grab me to keep me from falling onto the floor.
One of the women started to reach between slave?s legs, but Master wagged His finger at her and she relented.
Before W/we reached the end of the bar, by the door to the outside, i had given out all of the information sheets. Master asked Cari, the bartender, what He owed her and she replied, ?These guys will more than make up for your tab; we?ll call it even. And, hey, any time you, and she, want to stop by, you are more than welcome; ANY TIME.? Master thanked her, left a twenty on the bar and led me to the door.
i didn?t realize how hot and flushed i had gotten until W/we went out the door. It felt as if W/we walked into a meat freezer and it just isn?t that cold this time of year. As W/we walked toward the car, Master asked Scott and Steph to stop by His house for a drink on their way home.
Steph answered for both, ?Oh, we would love to, thank you, Steven.?
Master warned that they might beat U/us home because He was going to take the long way just to be sure that no one got the idea of finding out where the, now confirmed to be real, slave girl lived. i looked over slave?s shoulder and saw about a dozen guys and three girls watching us walk to Master?s car.
He opened the door and i got in. With all that had gone on, i had, incredibly, sort of forgotten about the welts until slave?s ass hit the leather and i screamed again. Master allowed me to support slave?s weight with slave?s arms.
Master started His car and, sure enough, two sets of guys went to their cars. But i guess they just needed to get back to school, and their homework, or something, because after a couple of blocks they turned toward the college.
At home Master swiped His card and Scott and Stephanie, who had, in fact, arrived first, followed U/us through the gate. i got out of Master?s car and assumed slave?s position in the spotlight, at the front door, joined by Scott and Steph. Momentarily Master opened the door and invited us in. W/we went into the playroom. i took drink requests, and prepared the drinks and some salmon and cheese and crackers.
When i entered the playroom, Master was quizzing Scott and Stephanie, ?So, after sharing o?s discipline, may I assume that you will be a little more sensitive to what is, and is not, expected of her??
i set the tray of food on the table and presented the tray with Master?s sparkling wine which He took, then Scott?s beer and Steph?s wine and then i took slave?s sparkling wine.
Master allowed that i could kneel by Him in any position that was comfortable. i suggested that comfortable was probably not an option tonight, but thanked Him and kneeled on slave?s legs without resting slave?s butt on slave?s heels, which would have been normal.
Steph sounded very sincere, ?Oh, yes, Steven. I can?t tell you how sorry we are. We just didn?t think. Was it just horrible, o? I don?t know how you could stand the whipping and then the humiliation at The Roundup??
?Well, technically speaking, i guess i really didn?t ?stand? the caning since, actually, i fainted, but??
Steph cut me short, ?How many strokes did you get, o??
?i don?t know. When i get excited some things escape me??
?Stand up o.? Master instructed. ?You can count them Stephanie, as you can see they are in groups of five.?
Steph began to count, Five, ten, fifteen, twenty?? Master had me turn as necessary. ??sixty-two. Oh, my god, o, how could you do it?? i couldn?t quite tell if it was horror or awe, or both, in Steph?s voice.
?Master is very good at pacing me. And, actually, your count doesn?t include the early strokes that didn?t leave marks. Those strokes just sort of establish the mood and help me build up to the serious ones.?
Steph was full of questions tonight, ?What were you thinking in The Roundup? You were so brave. Didn?t you just want to die when they started chanting ?pussy???
?That?s another case where slave?s selective memory comes in handy. i hardly remember it. i remember someone shouting ?pussy? and then a kind of rhythmic chant, but not so much what they were chanting.?
?Did you hear the guys saying how gorgeous you were? And what a fantastic body you have? And how much they wanted to fuck you? And one guy who said Steven must be the richest and/or luckiest guy in the world, because if you would do what you did tonight, there can?t be anything you wouldn?t do.?
i couldn?t keep from giggling a little. ?Well, i?m pretty sure Master isn?t the richest man in the world, i hope He feels like the luckiest, but that guy was right about one thing; i can?t think of anything Master could demand of me that i wouldn?t do, or try to do.
Master cupped slave?s chin in His hand and turned slave?s face to His and kissed me lovingly.
??You know, I have to admit that sometimes I envy you, o.? Steph looked at Scott and quickly added, ?Don?t get any ideas Scott. But tonight, I just can?t imagine how you got through it. When you walked through that bar, there must have been twenty or thirty guys who all wanted to put their hands on your tits and ass. And when that one girl tried to stick her finger inside you, I wanted to die, and I was just watching.?
i didn?t burst Stephanie?s bubble by explaining that i didn?t remember half of what she was describing, and that was just fine with me.
?If that had been me, I would have probably gone insane right there in the middle of the bar. That has got to be an experience that has been scorched into your mind for life.?
?i think that is what Master had in mind, Mistress Stephanie; Something that would leave a lasting impression, on all of us. It worked for me, and from what you have said, i guess it worked for you, too. i confess tonight was as difficult as anything Master has required of me. There were a couple of times when i thought i was just going to collapse into a fetal position and cry for a week or two. i know this sounds sophomoric, and i?ve told you before, but in situations like that i just keep telling slave, ?Master is going to be so proud of me when i get through this?, and, so far, that has worked to get me through everything He has required of me.?
?Isn?t it degrading to be walked on a leash like that?? Scott asked in a tone that suggested that he knew the answer.
?As a matter of fact, i dislike being walked on the leash always, but more when i am dressed, and on the street or at a party or function, than in a situation like tonight. In circumstances like tonight, i love the reassurance that Master is only the length of the leash away.? As i was answering Scott, i realized that i hadn?t really thought of it quite that way before, but it is absolutely true. i will try to transfer that feeling to the less challenging times that i am leashed, which are still quite difficult for me.
After some time, having finished O/our drinks, and Scott and Steph apparently out of questions, they excused themselves and left.
i couldn?t believe i had the energy to suck Master?s wonderful cock, but as soon as i felt it in slave?s mouth i knew i wanted to suck it for hours and i did for well over an hour. After feasting on Master?s delicious cum, i oiled and powdered His beautiful cock and finally wrote in slave?s journal.
As i wrote, ii realized what great pride i was taking in having endured what, just a few years ago, i wouldn?t have even been able to imagine could happen to anyone, and certainly not me.
A half dozen times, i looked at slave?s reflection in the mirror over the dresser and saw a warm and wonderful smile on slave?s lips. It had been a very trying evening but i still love being Master?s slave and would not trade places with anyone.
o and H. Davidson
The front gate buzzer rang and, as usual, it startled me. i went to the intercom, ?Hello??
?Hi, o, it?s Steph and Scott. Can we come in?? i could tell by her voice that Stephanie was excited.
?Sure.? i pushed the button opening the driveway gate, and opened the front door. Stephanie came running up the driveway and we hugged on the front porch. Scott was further back riding a motorcycle toward the garage door.
?What?s with the motorcycle?? i asked.
?That?s why we came by. Scott bought it this morning.? Steph enthused.
Scott put the stand down and came over and gave me a hug. ?What do you think, o, isn?t it beautiful?? He was obviously very excited.
?i guess it is, but you know, i?m not really much of an expert on motorcycles, but??
Scott cut me short, ?Do you want to go for a ride, o??
?Scott, you know i can?t get dressed, and if??
He interrupted again, ?You wouldn?t have to. Look, if you sit close no one would even know you are nude, and we wouldn?t, like, go through town, or anything. Come on, o, please.? Scott seemed almost to be pleading.
?But i?ve never even ridden on a motorcycle??
?It?s easy, isn?t it Steph, just hang onto me and lean when I lean. Come on o, you?ll love it.? Yep, now he was definitely pleading.
?Well, okay, but not too far, okay??
?Sure, o. But you will have to wear the helmet; it?s the law.? Scott was really excited now.
?Okay, i guess Master wouldn?t want me to break the law, and I?m sure you wouldn?t want to be stopped by a cop having a naked slave on the back of your bike.? i put on Stephanie?s helmet. i was definitely not as enthused as Scott, but it seemed like it could be fun.
Scott started the bike, and i got on the back. Stephanie told me to sit right up tight behind Scott, wrap slave?s arms around him and just lean with him.
We went slowly toward the gate to give it time to open and then out onto the street. Scott started slowly, to let me get used to it, and then gradually got faster and faster. i must admit that it was pretty exciting with the wind blowing over slave?s naked body. Scott was as good as his word; he stayed on back streets for about ten miles. i know it was ten miles, because that?s how far it is from Master?s house to the college, and that is where we ended up. At the guard?s kiosk, Scott turned around, and headed back to Master?s house.
We passed a lot of people. i don?t know if they thought i was wearing a thong bikini, or? didn?t look, or just didn?t care, but we attracted a surprising lack of attention. A couple of cars came up behind us, and then passed us, (Scott was careful to go the speed limit), people did yell things, but i couldn?t make out what.
When we got back to Master?s house, Stephanie stepped in front of the electric eye to open the gate. i could see on her face that something was wrong. Then i saw Master?s car in the garage. Scott stopped the bike and i got off, took off Steph?s helmet, and handed it to her.
?o, go in the house.? It was Master?s voice. He was on the porch, but i hadn?t seen Him.
?Yes, Master. May i speak?? i tried to sound pathetic, but Master wasn?t buying it.
?No, go inside and wait for me in the playroom.? Master?s voice suggested that there was to be no debate.
Master didn?t say a word while i walked to and through the front door. Later i learned, from Steph, that He told them that He did not want to embarrass them by reproaching them in front of me.
Steph confessed that she was so upset she?s not sure exactly what He said, but it was something about what a dumb stunt that was. He admitted He didn?t know Scott that well, but He expected more common sense from Stephanie. Scott interjected that i hadn?t worn anything except the helmet which was required by law.
Master told him that that was the point, exactly. What if
Scott had tipped over the motorcycle; what good was a display slave with scars
all over her body? He told Stephanie that she was going to see the consequences
of her thoughtlessness, and she could include Scott if she wished. He told her
to be at The Roundup at
He left them and came into the house where His very frightened slave was waiting. i haven?t been disciplined in quite awhile, but i was sure that i would be today. Master sat in His easy chair and instructed me to kneel in front of Him.
?What were you thinking, o?? He demanded.
?i guess i really wasn?t thinking, Master. Scott was so excited about his new motorcycle and he said i didn?t have to break any rules, like getting dressed, except for the helmet, and that?s the law, so i thought you would be okay with that, and we were only gone about a half hour and?? i was rambling and i knew it.
?o, stop it. This is not about breaking rules. What if Scott had dumped the bike; besides possibly getting badly hurt, do you know what you would look like?? He was sounding very serious and scary.
?i guess that wasn?t very bright, was it Master?? i tried to sound like the little girl scolded, but He wasn?t buying that either.
?No, o, it wasn?t, and I am going to impress upon you, and Stephanie, just how stupid that little adventure was. Go into your room and wait.? i knew that couldn?t be a good thing. slave?s room is used for exercise, training, and discipline, and i had a pretty good idea which it was going to be this afternoon.
i stood in slave?s room for what seemed like hours. i have no idea how long it really was because the only time pieces in there are timers; no clocks. Finally, Master came in.
He took slave?s wrists and fastened the cuffs to a chain hanging from a beam in the ceiling. When He removed slave?s three-inch soled mules, i was on tip toes, and stretched about as much as i could stretch.
Master went to the cabinet and picked a bamboo cane. He walked around me and stopped in front of me. ?o, do you understand why I am so upset and disappointed in you??
?Yes, Master, because i might have disfigured Your display slave.? my voice cracked with emotion, and fright. i knew this cane well.
?Yes, that is certainly part of it, but you could have been seriously hurt and the more so because you were naked, if you had??
?But, Master, Scott was very careful, and?? that was a mistake, and i knew it instantly. A slave does not interrupt slave?s Master, especially when He is already pretty pissed off.
?Be quiet, o.? His voice was very controlled but i could
tell that He was seriously upset with me.
?I haven?t had to discipline you in some time, so just as a reminder, you count the strokes to yourself, and thank me at every fifth stroke. Do you remember o??
?Yes, Master, i remember very well, Master.? i also remembered that if i was to receive just a few strokes, He would have instructed me to thank Him every stroke, every fifth stroke was for a more intense discipline. It might be a long afternoon.
Master began slowly, and, i can?t really say lightly, but it did get worse; a lot worse. He started so slowly that i almost wanted to scream, ?Come on let?s get on with it and get it over with.? But, of course, i didn?t. He took me from stinging like a swat with a fly swatter, just enough to wake the endorphins and let them know i would be needing them soon, to gasping pain, into the zone that i sometimes get into, and finally to fainting.
The session must have lasted for almost two hours. i know this because Scott mentioned, as we were about home,
that it was almost
When it was over, slave?s body looked like a zebra or a tiger, but instead of black stripes like a zebra, slave?s were red or purple. Between slave?s arm pits and knees, i was covered with stripes the width of Master?s cane. If i had had the presence of mind, i could have counted the strokes pretty quickly. Master uses the cane to make tally marks on slave?s skin; you know, four welts one direction and then one diagonally across the first four. That fifth one always hurts a little (okay, quite a bit) more because it crosses the other four, and makes it easier to remember to thank Master on that stroke.
i was in Master?s arms, when i recovered, but reclining on the floor. He helped me to slave?s feet, and took me to the mirror. i could hardly walk. i hurt all over, not just where the cane had struck, but everywhere, from slave?s head to slave?s toes, inside and out.
Master stood next to me in the reflection of the mirror, and asked, ?Is this adequate to impress upon you not to go on motorcycle rides without sufficient protection, o??
slave?s voice crackled with emotion as i answered, ?Yes, Master, i am so very sorry that i disappointed you. i hope to never do it again.? And believe me, i meant every word.
Master instructed me to assume the standing position facing the mirror, and left me there for, i would guess, fifteen to twenty days, okay, minutes. Upon returning, Master gave me the mini dress that has a strip of stretch lace at the top that fits under slave?s arms, and holds the dress up. He instructed me to put it on. The stretch lace felt like a band of barbed wire around me over the marks of the cane. The hem is about three inches below slave?s sex so some welts were clearly visible below the dress and a few just above the lace strip. Of course, the dress is so sheer that all the welts were visible to anyone looking closely.
i was instructed to wait on the porch. The cool air felt like fire on slave?s fresh welts. Master brought out the car and instructed me to get in. It was all i could do to walk to the car. i couldn?t imagine how i was going to sit down.
It was worse than i thought. i lifted the skirt so that slave?s bare ass would be on the leather, and when i sat, i screamed so loud that i?m sure the neighbors could hear. i tried to settle in, but there was no comfortable position. The eight mile ride to The Roundup was total torture. There was absolutely no way for me to sit comfortably, so, with Master?s permission, i rode part of the way supporting slave with slave?s arms so that slave?s butt didn?t rest on the seat.
i guess i should explain that The Roundup is a bar that caters to motorcyclers and students from the local college, and does so with a limited amount of confrontation.
When Master parked the car in the lot, He came around, opened the door and helped me out. Even walking was painful, and the fifty or sixty feet to the door of the bar was agony.
As W/we walked in, i spotted Stephanie at a table with Scott. Master led me to where they were seated, placed a 9x12inch envelope on the table, and sat down. i was so focused on slave?s pain that i hadn?t noticed the envelope before. Master addressed Steph, ?Thank you for meeting U/us, Stephanie.? And then me, ?It is probably too painful for you to sit, o, so why don?t you go into the lady?s room and wait for instructions.?
?Yes, Master.? i?m not sure just how i got to the restroom between the pain of walking and the fear of what was coming. But i walked into the restroom and waited. After a few minutes Stephanie came in with the envelope. In an emotion drenched voice she apologized, ?I am sooooo sorry, o. I had no idea that a quick bike ride would end like this.?
i tried to reassure her, ?That?s okay, Mistress Stephanie, you couldn?t know.?
Steph half whispered, ?Steven told me to tell you to take off your dress and put it in this envelope, and you are to wear the sign that?s in it, and hand one of the informational sheets to each person who comes in here.? She opened the envelope and took out a light weight,? 81/2x51/2 piece of white cardboard on which was printed, ?What can happen when you ride a motorcycle naked!? Master had apparently printed it on His computer. The sign had a little string attached to the top corners. Steph stepped behind me, positioned the sign just below slave?s collar and tied the string at the back of slave?s neck.
The sheets of paper in the envelope had ?safety tips? for motorcyclists apparently printed from an internet site.
i removed slave?s dress, folded it and put it in the envelope. i could see a look of, almost, terror on Steph?s face as she saw, clearly now, the extent of slave?s caning. ?Oh, dear god, o. i know you say that your whippings are usually almost as erotic as they are painful but??
?Yup, this one moved fairly quickly to and through the erotic stage and settled in on the painful. i actually passed out this time.? i realized how scary that might sound to Steph, so i quickly added, ?But Master was there, taking care of me, when i recovered. i?ll be just fine, but i may not sit down for a few days? or months.?
Steph took the envelope and whispered, ?I?m so sorry, o; I?ll be right back.? She turned and walked out the door.
While she was gone, i quickly counted the number of sheets. There were twenty-five or thirty. i didn?t get an accurate count because i still wasn?t functioning at one hundred per cent.
Steph came back without the envelope. ?Mistress Stephanie, did Master say i had to give away all of the sheets? There are, like, thirty sheets here. i don?t think there were thirty people out there, much less thirty women.?
i could hear how difficult this was for her, by Stephanie?s voice, ?I?m sorry, o. He said you had to give them all away. Only one per person and if you ran out of women, you could go to the men?s room. I?m so sorry, o. I can?t tell you??
i interrupted her, ?Would you cut it out, this is not your fault. There was no way?? i stopped at the sound of the door opening. Two women, walked in. From their attire, i guessed they were bikers. i watched the lips of one move as she read the sign around slaves neck, while the second just stared. The first said, ?Shit girl that doesn?t look like road rash to me. How the hell did you do that??
slave?s voice sort of squeaked, ?It isn?t road rash, Mistress. This is what Master did to me because i rode naked on a motorcycle. i guess that is what the sign means.?
The second woman asked, ?What do you mean, you ?guess that?s what the sign means???
?Master just??
Steph interrupted, ?Her Master caned her, and then had me put that sign around her neck. She is supposed to give everyone who comes in here one of those.? She nodded her head toward the paper sheets in slave?s hands.?
i offered a sheet to each woman. ?Please, don?t throw it away until you are in the bar so that Master can see that i have given it to you? please.?
The second women stepped closer and ran her hand over the welts on slave?s hips. i winced at the pain of her touch. She gasped, ?Hay suce, those are some mean frickin? welts. I guess that collar, and rings, and stuff, is serious shit with you, uh??
?Yes, Mistress, it is very serious.?
?Well, better you than me, babe.? The two women did what they came in for, and left holding their informative sheets.
Almost immediately two more women came in, and did not seem surprised to see me. i guessed that the first two women told these two to go see the show in the bathroom.
These two were obviously bikers. They wore leather from neck to toes. ?Holy crap, girl, that?s why you wear this shit.? One admonished, indicating her leathers, ?But you didn?t get that fallin? off no bike.?
i could feel the emotion building up inside me. slave?s eyes began to tear, but i was determined not to actually cry, or bawl, which is what i really felt like doing.
?No, Mistress, i got these because i rode naked on a motorcycle, but the marks, themselves, were made by a cane in the hand of slave?s Master.? i just wanted to cry and this was only sheets three and four. ?Please, take one of these, and take it back to your table with you so that Master can see that i gave it to you.?
?Sure, Doll, we?ll play your kinky little game.? These two left without actually using the facilities; apparently they came in just for the entertainment.
?How are you doing, o, you wanna sit down? Oh, god, that was stupid, of course you don?t want to sit down. I?m sorry, o? Steph?s face was tomato red.
?Mistress Stephanie, if you say you?re sorry, one more time, i?ll scream. i?m doing just fine considering that i am a walking cane welt, on display, naked, in a bar?s bathroom. How many more women do you suppose are out there??
?I don?t know; I?ll look.? As Steph went out, three young college girls came in.
They had obviously not been warned. The first one to see me all but screamed, ?Holy crap. Are you okay? What the fuck happened?? Then she started to read, ?What can happen when?you didn?t do that in a bike accident??
?No, Mistress, i went for a motorcycle ride naked, and this is Master?s way of showing His displeasure. Would you each, please, take one of these sheets back to your table so that Master can see that i gave it to you, please.? i pleaded.
One of the other two women spoke, but not to me, ?Oh? my?god! You know who this is?! Have you guys heard the rumors about a ?slave girl? who goes around naked or practically, and lives around here. Everybody in school has heard about her, but I never believed it. I thought it was like the Loch Ness monster or somethin?? Now she addressed me, ?You?re her, aren?t you? You?re the naked slave girl.?
??Yes, Mistress, i guess i am, although i suppose there could be another one??
The three women laughed, ?Oh sure, right! Wait ?til I tell Brett. I told him he should come tonight.?
Two of the girls did what they came in for; the third walked around me and asked, ?What does it feel like to be beaten like that??
i paused for a moment and then offered, ?Mistress, it can be pretty erotic if it is done right, and Master knows how to do it right. But it can be pretty god awful, if that is His intention, and this evening that was His objective.?
?And,? so? you? like? just stood there? and, like, let him do this to you?? she seemed incredulous.
i tried to explain, but knew it wasn?t really possible. ?It is not possible to take this evening out of context and understand it. As your friend determined, i am a slave and He is slave?s Master. So i didn?t ?just stand there and let Him do it?. i gave Him permission years ago by accepting Him as slave?s Master. Master almost never whips me just for the hell of it. Predominantly, like today, when He disciplines me, it is with cause.?
?There isn?t enough ?cause? in the frickin? world that would persuade me to let anyone do that to me!? the tone of her voice provided the exclamation mark.
The other two women finished their business; each took an info sheet and started for the door. The one who didn?t need to use the bathroom turned back, asking, ?Do you have to give them all away? How many are there??
?About thirty.? Slave?s voice did not exude confidence.
?There aren?t anywhere near thirty women out there; what if you??
Knowing where that was going, i interrupted, ?Master said that i would have to go to the men?s room if i failed to give them all away here.?
?Oh, my god? the three chorused as they left the bathroom giggling.
Steph returned and broke the bad news that there weren?t even a dozen women in the bar, including the bartender. We waited in the ladies? room for what i?m sure was shorter than the days it seemed to me to be. Finally, slave?s curiosity triumphed over slave?s patience. ?Steph, how many women do you think are out there now, and aren?t they drinkin? any beer??
?I don?t know, o, I?ll go look.? She went out and came back almost instantly. ?Oh my gawd, o. The place is packed with college guys. I bet those bitches called every guy within miles. I?m so sor??
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Steph opened it. ?Steven.?
?Are you two alone in there??
?Yes... We were just??
Master stepped around Stephanie and came to me. He clipped one end of a leash to the ring in slave?s collar. ?o, W/we are going home, but before W/we get to the front door I expect you to have given all of those sheets away. Do you understand??
?Oh, yes, Master. Thank you, Master.?
Master led me past Steph and out the restroom door and down the short hall. When W/we entered the bar itself, i could see that it was packed with college guys and the three women, two still on their cell phones, probably calling up reinforcements.
Suddenly someone yelled, ?pussy? and then the bar broke into a chant of ?pus-sy, pus-sy, pus-sy.? slave?s knees buckled, but i caught Master?s arm and held slave up. Now i remembered the info sheets. i handed one to the guy nearest me, then another. The chanting died down, and i could hear men yelling things, but it would be later in the evening, at Master?s home, before i would know what most of them were. Master and Scott and Stephanie would have to remind me, because i was in one of those erotic fogs i get into.
Master led me along the bar which was two-deep with college guys. i handed each guy a sheet. Some took it very politely, some with a word or two, generally about slave?s ?nice tits? or ?smooth pussy? etc. One guy gave slave?s butt a little slap that would have been nothing on an un-caned behind, but it elicited a screech tonight. He just laughed.
One guy took the sheet and said, ?You do this for money, right? How much??
I said, ?i beg your pardon, Sir, but i do it for love.? The man was probably five or six years slave?s junior but the rules are i call all men Sir. He just shook his head.
One guy that looked like the typical computer geek, or an accounting major, took the sheet and in a very weak voice asked, ?Can I feel your cunt??
That kind of caught me off guard. i hate that word but i looked at Master and He nodded, so i said, ?Yes, Sir, please do,? and spread slave?s legs a little further apart. He reached down and wiped his hand over slave?s sex. i squirmed a little more than a little as his hand crossed the marks of Master?s cane. The geek took his hand and wiped slave?s juice on the face of the guy next to him, saying ?See, I told you she?s getting? off on this. Pay up Dude?
One guy took the flyer with one hand and squeezed slave?s breast with the other. He squeezed so hard that slave?s knees buckled and Master had to grab me to keep me from falling onto the floor.
One of the women started to reach between slave?s legs, but Master wagged His finger at her and she relented.
Before W/we reached the end of the bar, by the door to the outside, i had given out all of the information sheets. Master asked Cari, the bartender, what He owed her and she replied, ?These guys will more than make up for your tab; we?ll call it even. And, hey, any time you, and she, want to stop by, you are more than welcome; ANY TIME.? Master thanked her, left a twenty on the bar and led me to the door.
i didn?t realize how hot and flushed i had gotten until W/we went out the door. It felt as if W/we walked into a meat freezer and it just isn?t that cold this time of year. As W/we walked toward the car, Master asked Scott and Steph to stop by His house for a drink on their way home.
Steph answered for both, ?Oh, we would love to, thank you, Steven.?
Master warned that they might beat U/us home because He was going to take the long way just to be sure that no one got the idea of finding out where the, now confirmed to be real, slave girl lived. i looked over slave?s shoulder and saw about a dozen guys and three girls watching us walk to Master?s car.
He opened the door and i got in. With all that had gone on, i had, incredibly, sort of forgotten about the welts until slave?s ass hit the leather and i screamed again. Master allowed me to support slave?s weight with slave?s arms.
Master started His car and, sure enough, two sets of guys went to their cars. But i guess they just needed to get back to school, and their homework, or something, because after a couple of blocks they turned toward the college.
At home Master swiped His card and Scott and Stephanie, who had, in fact, arrived first, followed U/us through the gate. i got out of Master?s car and assumed slave?s position in the spotlight, at the front door, joined by Scott and Steph. Momentarily Master opened the door and invited us in. W/we went into the playroom. i took drink requests, and prepared the drinks and some salmon and cheese and crackers.
When i entered the playroom, Master was quizzing Scott and Stephanie, ?So, after sharing o?s discipline, may I assume that you will be a little more sensitive to what is, and is not, expected of her??
i set the tray of food on the table and presented the tray with Master?s sparkling wine which He took, then Scott?s beer and Steph?s wine and then i took slave?s sparkling wine.
Master allowed that i could kneel by Him in any position that was comfortable. i suggested that comfortable was probably not an option tonight, but thanked Him and kneeled on slave?s legs without resting slave?s butt on slave?s heels, which would have been normal.
Steph sounded very sincere, ?Oh, yes, Steven. I can?t tell you how sorry we are. We just didn?t think. Was it just horrible, o? I don?t know how you could stand the whipping and then the humiliation at The Roundup??
?Well, technically speaking, i guess i really didn?t ?stand? the caning since, actually, i fainted, but??
Steph cut me short, ?How many strokes did you get, o??
?i don?t know. When i get excited some things escape me??
?Stand up o.? Master instructed. ?You can count them Stephanie, as you can see they are in groups of five.?
Steph began to count, Five, ten, fifteen, twenty?? Master had me turn as necessary. ??sixty-two. Oh, my god, o, how could you do it?? i couldn?t quite tell if it was horror or awe, or both, in Steph?s voice.
?Master is very good at pacing me. And, actually, your count doesn?t include the early strokes that didn?t leave marks. Those strokes just sort of establish the mood and help me build up to the serious ones.?
Steph was full of questions tonight, ?What were you thinking in The Roundup? You were so brave. Didn?t you just want to die when they started chanting ?pussy???
?That?s another case where slave?s selective memory comes in handy. i hardly remember it. i remember someone shouting ?pussy? and then a kind of rhythmic chant, but not so much what they were chanting.?
?Did you hear the guys saying how gorgeous you were? And what a fantastic body you have? And how much they wanted to fuck you? And one guy who said Steven must be the richest and/or luckiest guy in the world, because if you would do what you did tonight, there can?t be anything you wouldn?t do.?
i couldn?t keep from giggling a little. ?Well, i?m pretty sure Master isn?t the richest man in the world, i hope He feels like the luckiest, but that guy was right about one thing; i can?t think of anything Master could demand of me that i wouldn?t do, or try to do.
Master cupped slave?s chin in His hand and turned slave?s face to His and kissed me lovingly.
??You know, I have to admit that sometimes I envy you, o.? Steph looked at Scott and quickly added, ?Don?t get any ideas Scott. But tonight, I just can?t imagine how you got through it. When you walked through that bar, there must have been twenty or thirty guys who all wanted to put their hands on your tits and ass. And when that one girl tried to stick her finger inside you, I wanted to die, and I was just watching.?
i didn?t burst Stephanie?s bubble by explaining that i didn?t remember half of what she was describing, and that was just fine with me.
?If that had been me, I would have probably gone insane right there in the middle of the bar. That has got to be an experience that has been scorched into your mind for life.?
?i think that is what Master had in mind, Mistress Stephanie; Something that would leave a lasting impression, on all of us. It worked for me, and from what you have said, i guess it worked for you, too. i confess tonight was as difficult as anything Master has required of me. There were a couple of times when i thought i was just going to collapse into a fetal position and cry for a week or two. i know this sounds sophomoric, and i?ve told you before, but in situations like that i just keep telling slave, ?Master is going to be so proud of me when i get through this?, and, so far, that has worked to get me through everything He has required of me.?
?Isn?t it degrading to be walked on a leash like that?? Scott asked in a tone that suggested that he knew the answer.
?As a matter of fact, i dislike being walked on the leash always, but more when i am dressed, and on the street or at a party or function, than in a situation like tonight. In circumstances like tonight, i love the reassurance that Master is only the length of the leash away.? As i was answering Scott, i realized that i hadn?t really thought of it quite that way before, but it is absolutely true. i will try to transfer that feeling to the less challenging times that i am leashed, which are still quite difficult for me.
After some time, having finished O/our drinks, and Scott and Steph apparently out of questions, they excused themselves and left.
i couldn?t believe i had the energy to suck Master?s wonderful cock, but as soon as i felt it in slave?s mouth i knew i wanted to suck it for hours and i did for well over an hour. After feasting on Master?s delicious cum, i oiled and powdered His beautiful cock and finally wrote in slave?s journal.
As i wrote, ii realized what great pride i was taking in having endured what, just a few years ago, i wouldn?t have even been able to imagine could happen to anyone, and certainly not me.
A half dozen times, i looked at slave?s reflection in the mirror over the dresser and saw a warm and wonderful smile on slave?s lips. It had been a very trying evening but i still love being Master?s slave and would not trade places with anyone.
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First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversAndee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...
Wife LoversAndee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversHi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Wife LoversI put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her. I even let Ayan (a dear friend of mine) fuck her brains out in a threesome with me. We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. She couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking...
Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Andersonville 2 - Judge-less by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Mathew Shepherd, who lives in the hearts of all open-mind people. Fade in... The warm glow of yesterday's conversation with my father ended in the cold reality of Monday morning. The cold reality that I was a young, teenage girl. The cold reality that I was expected to act like a girl, something totally foreign and yes, something I found even a little scary. And the cold reality that I had no idea why I...
Andersonville 1 - Home Sweet Home! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to Susan M. Bidwell - a young lady who died before her time. Andersonville is based on the story "The life and death of Al Parker". Reading the story is recommend to understand some of the discussion in the follow series. Fade in... Dennis Butz worked on some last minute paperwork with a certain relief. In a few hours his dream would become a reality and then the real work would begin. He heard...
Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21...
Andersonville 7 -- Soul Mates by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to all the writers of TG Fiction. Fade in... There I was, in the file room working hard to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had accidentally misplaced a file and suddenly everything seemed to be out of whack, causing me a great deal of frustration. As a private investigator I was never good at filing, that had always been Al's job. Now, unfortunately, the job was mine and asking myself how...
"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...
I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...
Hello friends. This is Neville from Chennai. A couple of years back I posted one of my real stories on this site. I was caught in a police raid in a brothel and was rescued by the wife of my friend, Mohini. Today I and Mohini have been having love sessions as and when needed. I got a call from Mohini that her friend Nandita is in town to attend someone’s wedding. She would be coming to her house on Friday evening as she has a flight back to Toronto on Sunday. Nandita has insisted that she meet...
Andersonville 3 - The Price of Revenge by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the survivors of child abuse, both physical and emotional. May you find the support and strength to deal with it like I did. Fade in... Linda Anderson - the do anything wonder woman. That's what the job title should have read. Not that I was good at everything I did; I was just expected to do everything around the office. That included making coffee, filing folders,...
Andersonville 8 - The return of Tom McClain! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my good friend Darkside, who inspired me to reach beyond what I thought I was capable of writing. Fade in... "Would you like some desert Linda?" Dennis Butz asked politely. "No thanks," I answered suspiciously. The man had been acting way too nice to me today. It had been a pleasant lunch so far. Dennis had started out by asking how my brother was doing, and I could see that he...
"Come on out, Linda," Judge Herns told me. "I don't want to," was my reply back to her. "I look ridiculous!" "It can't be that bad," I heard Dr. Green say. "Yes it can," I responded through the closed door. "Why do I have to do this?" "Because it's part of your agreement for having me change you back into Linda," Judge Herns replied a little sternly. "Now come out here so we can see how you look." I reluctantly opened the door and stepped out wearing the ridiculous outfit...
Cu ceva timp in urma, un prieten de familie mi-a povestit o intamplare pe care a trait-o vara trecuta in concediu, impreuna cu sotia lui. Pentru ca a citit si i-au placut fanteziile erotice publicate de mine pe site-ul asta, m-a rugat sa scriu eu povestea lui si s-o postez aici. Am acceptat pentru ca mi s-a parut foarte interesanta experienta traita de el, cu atat mai mult cu cat atinge o latura destul de sensibila si de controversata a sexualitatii. Marturisesc ca nu mi-a fost deloc usor,...
Cu ceva timp in urma, un prieten de familie mi-a povestit o intamplare pe care a trait-o vara trecuta in concediu, impreuna cu sotia lui. Pentru ca a citit si i-au placut fanteziile erotice publicate de mine pe site-ul asta, m-a rugat sa scriu eu povestea lui si s-o postez aici. Am acceptat pentru ca mi s-a parut foarte interesanta experienta traita de el, cu atat mai mult cu cat atinge o latura destul de sensibila si de controversata a sexualitatii. Marturisesc ca nu mi-a fost deloc usor,...
Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...
Mike Stoner sat and watched as his boss read the report. Dennis Butz scanned through each page carefully, taking extra time to check out the psychological profile Mike had prepared. Satisfied with what he saw, Dennis placed the report down next to him. "Very thorough," he stated. "Thank you," Mike smiled. Dennis Butz was a good man to work for. "I think she is a very good choice for who you have in mind." Dennis nodded. "When can you move her?" "Tomorrow morning. I...
This story is about a beautiful hot Brazilian women Fernanda also known as Peituda Safada.She is working at strip-club Rota96 in Curitiba BrazilFernanda (Peituda Safada) her true storyOver time I had long chats with Fernanda and became to know her very well, she also told me a lot about her daily/nightly activities at the club in Curitiba.So what follows gives a detailed description of her hot live, I got permission from Fernanda to post it all here, she is proud in her work and likes that I...
It was way too early for someone to be calling. Somewhere in the darkness of my room I could hear my cell phone ringing. Looking at the clock on my dresser I cursed - it was 3:30 in the morning. Moving my hand in the direction of the annoying sound, I found the phone and turned it on. "Hello," I said in a curt fashion. I wanted the person to know I wasn't happy about this early morning wake up call. "Good morning, Linda," Dennis Butz replied crisply. "I'm sorry to call you at...
There we were, two girls having lunch on a cool, April day - only that wasn't the case at all. Neither of us was who we really once were and only one of us was a girl. At least that's what I kept telling myself. As I began my second year as a citizen of Andersonville, there were times I regretted my decision to be turned back into Linda Anderson. It wasn't that I hated my life; I just didn't feel natural living as a woman. In all fairness, I most likely would have felt as...
Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net Nandita was laying on the cot crying in pain. It was dawn and time for her father to come back from the field. She fell from the mango tree while picking some. It was about 2 or 3 hours before. It was serious though. She can’t even move. It was her back which got affected. Her father Randhir was good with his hands, he can fix those displaced bones by some flicks. It was him who raised her from toddler’s age to her teenage, now...
IncestSuraj dubne ko tha, vukh lagi thi par ghar me na to khana tha aur na paise. Mai aur meri didi ke liye ye koi nayi bat nahi thi. Mummy hame 5 sal pahle chhod ke chali gayi, papa jo pahle se hi sharabi the aur pine lage, roj daru pite, jua khelte aur factory se kamai sare paise ek jue ke adde me gawa ke ghar ajate aur so jate.. Didi jo 22 sal ki thi,5’4” ht, gori, khubsurat, gol chehra, kandhe tak bal, chhoti ankhen,sab taraf se model. Par unki chuchi kuch jyada hi badi, dusre shadi shuda aurton...
Fade in... The town of Andersonville Larry Smith, Bill Maxwell, and Steve Anderson walked across the school grounds. They didn't have football practice today, but that didn't stop the boys from pursuing other types of sports. They were heading for the park to shoot some hoops. The three of them looked like a group of typical teenage boys, but there was nothing typical about them, or for that matter, anyone else in Andersonville. "Is Sally going to meet us there?" Larry asked....
There I sat shifting through the many piles of papers lying on my desk and wishing I were somewhere else. It was truly amazing how many reports passed through my hands to be filed or used to type up other reports. I knew that at least half of them would reach Judge Jasper's desk, where he would study them for a few minutes then put them in his out box to be filed by you know who. What surprised me was how much information Judge Jasper remembered. He would quote me numbers on the...
Fade in - Somewhere in the Northwestern United States Leo knew he was in trouble the moment he came out of the portal. The place where he was supposed to have gone looked nothing like where he was. Instead of being in the Arizona desert, he was in a canyon surrounded by high cliffs and tall pine trees. On one of the rocky bluffs he caught sight of a herd of wild mountain goats walking along a precarious ridge. "Oh crap," Leo shouted, mostly out of a reaction to the fear he...
Following are all real life encounters!You can also be part of it if you meet Fernanda (nickname Peituda Safada) in Brazil!Fernanda gangbangedThey were 15 guys, they leave me out in a Nightclub in São Paulo where I worked as dancer also. We go to a house of one from this guys, there we stayed in big room, in middle was a normal table, I had to go first on table with my short shirt on and dance for them, the guys were sitting around me and pulled out their cocks and wanked them by looking how I...
Maria followed Adam into the guest bedroom, noting that the upstairs layout at this house was the same as in both the other couples’ homes. Adam turned to close the door behind them. “Leave it open, Adam, please?” Maria asked. “Ready for a quick getaway?” Adam responded. “No. I want to hear. Come and kiss me.” Across the hall, Susan and Peter entered the master bedroom. Susan noticed the open door and went on in, leaving that door open, too. Adam took Maria’s tiny body in his arms as she...
Maitland Ward was born Ashley Maitland Welkos, in Long Beach, California, on February 3rd, 1977. Maitland has had a long and sordid career, much of which did not involve porn.The Bold and the BootyfulShe got her start acting by playing Jessica Forrester on the hit CBS soap opera "The Bold and the Beautiful" when she was sixteen. However, Maitland was only part of the show for a two-year run before her character was impaled by goblins, or died giving birth to a unicorn, or whatever the fuck...
Twitter Porn Accounts"She's here," Leo said in a respectful tone. Crius grunted, and slowly rose from the chair in his tiny but comfortable study. His new accommodations, a single story house with two bedrooms, were smaller than what he was used to, but still better than what the Olympians had provided him with. He entered the living room, and waited for a woman in her early 60's to get out of the car. She walked slowly, with a limp, as she made her way up the entranceway. Leo ushered her inside,...
Fade in -- North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) Cheyenne Mountain Command Center General Grim walked swiftly down the carpeted hallway flanked by two high-ranking Colonels who served as his aides. His mood matched his name. Anyone who dared wake him in the middle of the night had better have a good reason, and this one certainly fit the bill. Over the past two days his facility had tracked an object just beyond the orbit of Neptune. Normally it would've been...
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Naku job vachina 2 months tarvata, ma peddamma daggarnundi oka cal vachindi..ma peddamma pedda koduku ki engagement ani. ma peddamma ki iddaru kodukulu. Anish, Arjun.iddaru software engineers working in pune. Peddanna Anish gurinchi ekkuva teliyadu kani, chinnanna Arjun natho friendly gane undevadu chinnappati nundi. Naku job vachina vishayam vallaku cheppagane andaru happy ga feel ayyaru. maa anna engagement function ku rendu rojula mundu nenu na close friend Manisha, city nunchi bayaluderam....
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestHey everyone, I am Arshaan haling from the southern part of India, young and athletic 25 years sporting a 6-inch cock. This is going to be the first of my many adventures. This story is split into 3 parts. Part 1 being the introduction, Part 2 being the action and Part 3 being the conclusion. All of my stories are true stories and there is no fiction involved. Now, let’s get started with part 1. This incident happened 6 years ago when I was pursuing my engineering degree in one of the most...
Andersonville 4 - Fallen Star by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to the volunteers and workers of AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) and other related, drug rehab programs. Fade in... I couldn't believe I was sitting here. Twelve years ago I was at the top of my game. 'Mack the knife' the fans use to call me. They gave me that name because I would slice through the defense of any team in the NFL. My team, the Cincinnati Bengals, was 14 and 2 going into the playoffs. We...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Andy woke a couple of hours later, his body ached and there was significant pain from the stripes across his arse. He remembered the reason for the pain, got in the shower and diligently shaved as commanded, he then got back into his basic bed and slept again.Andy was woken by the noise of metal clanking next to his bed. “Rise and shine 61. Put them on, ankles first, chains at the back, then your wrists behind your back”Andy looked at the item on the floor, it was two lengths of chain, each end...
Hi friends !! I am Ramon and I am here with my second story. Contact me @ The boy here is Ramon. A half Bihari and half Bengali guy. Brought up in Delhi. He joined a college at Delhi University.And with the start of the session, he met a girl named Vandana. Vandana was a short heightened sexy bitch. Round boobs.Sexy bulging ass. Wearing shorts of the time.And the strap of her bag going between her boobs would make it even more prompt. Vandana and Ramon became friends.One day Ramon was given...
Hi na peru nandini…Andaru nandu ani pilustaru..Nakkuda alage pilipinchukovadam istam.. Idi konchem lengthy story but na jeevitam lo jarigina nijamaina sangatanulu. Na age 23.Ma intlo 5 members. Amma,nanna, tammudu, chelli and nenu. Amma house wife, nanna gold business. Tammudu, chelli studying still. Ha height 5.5, na size 34-25-35.Nenu present bangalore lo oka mnc lo panichestunnanu. Nenu putti perigindi antha madanpalle, tirupati. Nenu 2014 lo b.Tech tirupati lo complete chesanu, naku...
Back in 2004, I wrote a series entitled ‘Wanda’s Story.’ Not knowing at the time how long the story would be, I put each chapter in the category that chapter best fit in. As a result, the story wanders through eight different categories here in Literotica. I recently re-read the story and saw plenty of places to fix the story, as well as expand and explain more. Also I felt Wanda’s story wasn’t done yet. So I’m returning to Wanda’s life, and this time it will all go into one category, for...