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I Was Just Trying To Help

By SpeechMaster

Thank you for all of your kind notes and warm support for my previous stories.Please be aware that this story take a little bit of time to develop, so pleaseread with patience.

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I have to say up front that I did not marry for money. Although it is nicethat my husband is wealthy, it was this amazingly kind, loving and energeticman and his shy 16 year-old daughter that was the true attraction. They bothhave captured my heart and I would do anything for them. Which is how I gotinto my humiliating predicament.

I met Mike three years ago when I became his Administrative Assistant. Heis the founder and CEO of a successful venture capital firm and a darling amongbiotech investors. Smart, savvy, charming and not too shabby on the eyes, hehas this way about him that draws you in within minutes.

I grew up as the rebellious member of a highly conservative family, thoughbeing the rebel in this context was as harmless as wearing bikinis and sneakinga beer at a friend's house. I was driven to succeed beyond the working-classmentality of my family. I hooked onto a scholarship and graduated with honors.At 22, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, right out of college and in needof an "in" into the VC industry.

The job was great, and Mike took an interest in teaching me the business.But he soon learned that his wife was sick with stage three leukemia. I handledmost of his affairs while he spent as much time as he could with her, and shedied within a few short months. Mike was devastated. She was only 34 when shedied, as was Mike, leaving him to raise their 13 year-old daughter Kristina.He leaned on me during his grief, and I often helped him out by shopping forfood and occasionally fixing both of them dinner in the evening.

Our relationship grew into a romance as the months passed. We fit togetherso well. I was the ying to his yang. On Kristina's 15 th birthday,the three of us flew to Hawaii and Mike and I were married. Everyone was happy.

Just now turning16, Kristina was a beautiful young lady, even if she didnot recognize it. When her mother died, she retreated and became a bit of arecluse. She dressed in clothes that were quite conservative (reminding meof my family) and doing little to make herself attractive. I tried to talkwith her about her appearance, but she would say she was ugly and quickly runoff to her bedroom.

She spent all of her time in either her room or the library, and her gradesreflected the effort. As a matter of fact, she inherited her father's brilliance.She was two grades ahead of her peers, taking online college courses on theside and was set to graduate at the head of her class this year. She was setto attend MIT, which allowed her to stay close to home.

Mike and I recently discussed how worried we are about her ability to adaptto the college environment, where a shy girl of 16 may get trampled. I promisedMike that I would do what I could to draw her out of her shell. I have triedeverything I can think of to talk with her, yet she would politely respondwith one-word answers and retreat. Her door was always locked, so she closedherself off to us for hours on end.

Recently, I have caught glimpses of her maturing body that have ignited somenaughty thoughts. The first time was when she left the bathroom door cracked.She had just stepped out of the shower and was drying her hair with a towel.She was a true vision, with large, round firm breasts with rather large nipples,a thin little waist and the tightest little ass I can remember. She remindedme of myself at her age.

I thought back to how I had first explored my own body with my hands, findinghow sensitive my breasts and vagina were. I would sneak away from my familyto indulge in private masturbation. I became addicted to my own orgasms, drivingmyslef to countless orgasms in a row and I finishing with a need for even more.Yet I still felt naughty. Even to this day, I will bring myself off multipletimes when I can find some private time, then feel a ping of shame afterwards.

Over the past few weeks, I would see her again in private moments - whileshe was changing clothes or slipping out of her robe for a shower. I soon foundmyself intentionally trying to steal glimpses of her beautiful body. And Iwas disgusted by my behavior.

Lately, with Mike traveling so much, Kristina had been spending much of hertime at home. I know it is wrong, but I must admit that I was intoxicated byher combination of guarded innocence and unrealized beauty, and I fought tokeep her from noticing.

This evening, with the two of us quieltly reading books in the living room,Kristina asked if she could have a glass of the wine I was drinking. Seeingno harm, I acquiesced. She silently savored the taste, sipping at it frequently.

She looked bothered by something, so after pouring myself another glass ofwine, I asked her what was wrong. She shook her head and looked away. A fewmore uncomfortable minutes passed and I took a few more heavy sips. I don'tdrink often, so I enjoy the nice buzz a glass of wine will bring.

Finally, Kristina turned to me. Her eyes were looking down and she was obviouslynervous.

"What is it honey?" I said. "You can tell me anything."

She nodded, but kept quiet.

"Whenever you are ready, I am here for you," I whispered.

She moved to nuzzle beside me in almost a fetal position. Without lookingat me, she said in a voice so soft I could barely hear, "W..w..what is sexlike?"

Wow! She dropped the bomb. Now I knew why she was acting the way she did.This was good, I convinced myself. Finally, a spark of curiosity. I was beginningto wonder.

"It is a beautiful experience between two consenting adults, " I said.

"I get that part…but what does it, you know, feel like?"

I blushed, not realizing how uncomfortable I was talking about this to someonefor the first time. I buckled down, remembering the promise I made to Mike. "Itfeels amazing. One of the greatest joys of life." I then realized something.I softly lifted Kristina's chin and asked, "Kristina, haven't you ever touchedyourself and explored. It is okay if you have. It is natural. Everyone doesit."

"Ewww! No! Of course I would not touch myself. That's disgusting," she blurtedout as she pulled herself from me. This statement hung heavy in the air fora minute or so. I was thinking of what to say next.

She then looked up at me and asked, "Do you do it?"

"Yes, I have done it," I said with a little embarrassment as I could muster.

"How do you do it?"

"Um…well…um…you, um, touch yourself in your sensitiveplaces." I could feel my face flush I looked at her.

"Like your breasts?"

"Yes"

"And your private area?" She was almost whispering again.

"Yes…any place that feels good"

She was silent again. I drained my glass and quickly poured another.

I heard another whisper, "C…can you sh...show me?"

Another, more devastating bomb dropped. I felt cornered. If I said no, shemay withdraw into her repressive tendencies. But yes seemed so wrong. I lookedat her face, filled with fear and wonder, and I realized the decision I hadto make. I gulped the entire glass of wine down and poured the last of thebottle into my glass.

"Yes. I can show you."

She looked at me, deciding what to do. Finally, she nodded sheepishly

I grabbed my glass of wine with one hand and her hand with the other. I decidedthat she would be more comfortable in her room. She ducked into her privatebathroom briefly, leaving me in the room to ponder the circumstances.

You could cut the tension with a knife when she returned. Not knowing whereto start, I looked at her for a moment. With the tension of sex in the air,I could not help but look at her and imagine the perfect body hidden underher boring outfit.

"Well, I guess, the first thing to do is to take off your clothes," I said.

"Oh no…not in front of anyone. Never…..you said you would showme. You do it, and show me what to do." She looked at me with real fear, thenturned and said, "forget it, forget I asked, this is too embarrassing…"

I grabbed her arm and turned her towards me. "Sure honey, I'll do it."

My hands trembled a little as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I was as nervousas I have ever been, but I needed to suck it up for Kristina. As I finallypeeled away the silk blouse, my large breasts hung heavy in my sexy bra. Ihave always been a sucker for expensive, sexy lingerie.

I took a deep breath and unbuttoned my slacks, sliding them down to revealmy matching thong panties. I hate panty lines and have worn thongs for years.Yet it made me feel scandalous at that very moment.

I took Kristina's hand and lead her over to the bed. I lay down as she satnext to me. With all of the courage I could muster, I moved forward. I movedmy fingers along my skin as I narrated, "Run your fingers across your skin.Like up here along the neck…" Oh that felt nice, "…and alongthe curve of your breast…" Even with Kristina watching, I could feelthe stir of deep sexual feelings. She eyed me nervously as I traced light linesalong my trim waist and over my tight stomach.

"You sk…skin looks soft" she whispered. I can see the fascinationin her face, hiding behind her fear.

"Thank you…I use lotion. You can try it, if you wish."

"No, I can't. Don't make me!" she blurted.

"It's okay…don't worry. Just watch me"

With practiced movements, I used both hands to rub my breasts over my bra.I love breast play, especially when it is a bit rough. So I squeezed them,pinching and pulling on the nipples. I was lost in the flood of forbidden lustI was feeling. It was an aphrodisiac like I have never felt before.

I rubbed my hands lightly over the mounds of my breasts. I was surprisedhow quickly my nipples became hard.

"Wow, those look hard. Do they hurt?" She asked.

"No, it feels nice, actually," I purred as I kept rubbing them.

She watched me closely as I allowed one hand to flow over my flat stomachand down to my already wet mound. I closed my eyes as I rubbed my pussy overmy panties. I was already so hot that I had to get out of this bra. One handflipped the hooks in front of my bra, while the other continued to rub my pussy.

"What are you doing down there?" she asked while nodding at my crotch.

"I am rubbing my vagina. As I get excited, it lubricates in preparation forsex." I said in the most mater-of-fact way that I could.

"Oh"

I could not believe how excited I was becoming. If she were not there, Iwould have ripped off my panties and rubbed my swelling clit as fast as I could.But that seemed inappropriate right now, for some reason.

"Can you, uh, you know, show me…down there?" She nodded again.

"Ah, yes, honey, sure," I said as I lifted my hips and practically rolledmy dripping panties down my legs. My completely shaved mound transfixed her.Years ago, when I started wearing tiny little bikinis in college, I startedshaving my pubic hair. It made the bikini bottoms look smooth. More importantly,I liked the way it felt when I masturbated, and the guys went nuts when theygot lucky with me.

She leaned over and picked up the thong. "These are wet. I didn't know youwould get this wet. Are you that wet down there too?"

I nodded. I was embarrassed that another girl would see my swollen, drippingvagina. I could feel tears well up inside me and I almost bolted the room.But I was so horny at this point could not ignore the amazing fire being stokedbetween my legs. I gently touched the pouting lips of my sex. I immediatelyshot my hips up for more aggressive contact.

"You are so smooth down there. Why do you shave?" She asked, staring me straightin the eyes.

Between breaths, I was able to respond, "It makes things simple, dear."

I looked Kristina in the eye and felt another wave of guilt-laden lust, pushingme into a private frenzy of excitement. I pulled on my nipple as I rubbed myclitoris in tight little circles. I moaned and squealed, pushing my hips upagainst my hand. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead.

I could not believe how fast my orgasm was rising. Before I knew it, I wasscreaming out probably the best cum of my life. I could barely breath for 20or 30 seconds. When I finally came down, I opened my eyes again. The sightwas unsettling.

Kristina was looking at me with a "cat-got-the-mouse" look that I had notseen from her before. She stood up and went into her bathroom. I lay there,waiting for Kristina, recovering from my naughty little session and decidingwhat to do next. Almost five minutes passed, and I got tired of waiting. Ipicked up my soaking undies and was about to leave when Kristina popped out.

And what an entrance she made. I was flabbergasted. She strutted towardsme wearing the sexiest outfit I had ever seen. Set against her wonderfullymuscled, lean frame, a black latex pushup bra exposed the tops of her largeround breasts like two ripe melons. Her stomach was flat and rippled. Her thinwaist and hips looked perfect in the black latex hot pants that were so tightyou could see the outline of her sex. The long, black high-heeled boots accentedher long, strong legs beautifully. She looked like a goddess. And she knewit.

I sat mesmerized at her vision. She stopped right in front of me, way toclose for comfort.

"Well, that was quite a performance. You are one sexy little slut, that'sfor sure," she said as she leaned over me with an air of unquestioned authority. "Eversince I saw how sexy your body looked on the beach in Hawaii, I knew I hadto own you and make you my slut toy sex slave. From the way you have leeredat me, I know you want my hot body. I will control you sexually from this pointforward. Or…" she said as she lifted the remote control in her handand turned on the television, "…you can go to jail for corrupting aminor."

I was paralyzed as I watch my image cumming like a mad woman, screaming inlust. Tears started welling up, as I could not find the words to express myshock. She hit pause at a point showing my fingers dipped deeply into my up-thrustpussy.

"I recorded your perverted little act with a hidden digital camera. I havealready downloaded a copy to Daddy's email, which he won't see until tomorrowmorning, and I have several set to be automatically be sent from remote serversto your parents, my grandparents, my principal, several of Daddy's top clients,and to the chief of police. The email accounts are all set up in your name.The transmission is set for 10:00PM, which is just 30 minutes from now, andthere is no way you can stop it," she said with a big grin on her face.

She then talked like a mother to her baby, "So you have a decision, my littlegirl. You will submit to me, without question, or I keep the file in Daddy'scomputer and allow the rest to be sent. Oh, I can just imagine the scandal,the divorce, even some jail time."

Then with a hardened 'Don't fuck with me voice' she said, "I will allowyou the time it takes for this little video to play through completely, thenI will have your decision. If you submit, you will crawl on your hands andknees into your bedroom and kneel before me, your hands behind your back andyour head down. And don't try to call anyone, even with your cell phone…Ihave them rigged. The second the phone is picked up, the emails will be sent.The alarm system in the house is rigged the same way. So if you try to leavebefore I have an answer, you are as good as cooked…..I am sure you willmake the right choice, you yummy little slut." She said…She turned onher heels and marched out of the room.

My head was spinning, and was at a loss for words for maybe the first timein my life. My heart was pounding with panic. What am I going to do? Just then,the image on the screen changed. I saw the two of us in her room, me undressing,and so on. The more I saw, the more frightened I became. How did she do this?Why? I thought she was repressed? Where did she get those clothes?

The questions kept swirling as I watch my very own porn video. I startedto cry uncontrollably until the video ended.

I had reached the point of no return. I could not lose my husband, my job,my standing in the community, and even my freedom. She is just a young girl.She probably just wants to learn and play. She will get bored in a week. Ican do this. Who knows, I may have a little fun in the process.

My spirits were feeling better as I made my decision. I dropped to all foursand made my way down the hall.

My large breasts bounced and swayed heavily. Turning the corner into themaster suite, I saw Kristina sitting majestically in a chair, wine glass inone hand and some papers in the other. I knelt in front of her, hands behindmy back and my head down. I waited. And waited. I started trembling again asmy anxiety reached a fevered pitch.

She dropped the papers in front of me, and I could hear her take a swig fromher glass. She reached into a bag sitting on the floor and tossed me a bunchof lined leather cuffs.

"Secure those to your wrists, elbows, knees and ankles while I explain therules. When alone with me, you will call me Mistress. You must call me Ms.Kristina in public, unless we are around family, which is the only time youcan call me by name. You will do what I demand without hesitation, or you willbe punished severely. You will wear what I tell you to wear, eat what I wantyou to eat, and perform wherever and with whomever I choose. You are not tocum without permission. I will permit you to have sex with Daddy, but you maynot orgasm unless I have given you permission. As a matter of fact, you willgive my father at least one blowjob each day he is home."

"You will be put on a hard regimen of training, both physically and sexual.You are my toy to use for my excitement, not yours. Do you agree to these demands?"

I finished fastening the last of the cuffs and looked up at her. She lookedlike the strongest woman in the world and her commanding presence had me confused.Where had this side of Kristina come from? "M…May I ask a question?"

I felt a hard slap across my face. "Ask correctly next time, fucktoy"

"May I ask a question, Mistress?"

"You may"

"How long will this last?"

"As long as I wish. Now do you agree? You have very little time before theemails are sent."

With fear in my eyes, I blurted out my answer, "Yes, Yes, Mistress"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I will be your slave…toy…Mistress"

She smiled at me like she had just won the lottery. Slipping behind me, sheclipped my wrists together behind my back. With some effort, she clipped myelbows uncomfortably together, forcing my chest forward and displaying my breastslewdly.

"Spread your legs. Now!….wider….wider!"

I stood with my legs far apart as she grabbed a 1 12/ foot pole from herbag. The pole could expand, and once extended to 3 feet, locked in place. Shebent down and clipped my ankles to each end.

Like a wolf circling it's prey, Kristina looked me over from every angle.I felt like a piece of meat. How could this have happened? I was just tryingto help.

"I'll be back in a few minutes…don't go anywhere," she said as shedeparted the room. I stood there, trapped and humiliated by this deceivinggirl. I was having a hard time understanding the situation. I had no idea shewas this evil creature. Had she been playing Mike and I with this act for years?Did I really fall into an elaborate plan? Was she smart enough to choreographthis whole setup?

I struggled a bit and almost tipped forward. My heart was pounding as herwords played through my head, "you are my toy to use for my excitement." Iwould become a toy. Despite my fear of the situation, I could feel how excitedI was getting.

"There, cancelled and deleted everything. Now I can play with my toy as Iwish."

Grabbing my breasts and feeling them up, she crowed, "mmmmm, these feel betterthan I expected. For large tits, they are very firm. I thought for certainthese were "store-bought", but now I can see that you are naturally built forsex."

She fondled my nipples and began pinching and pulling them. "I see your titsare very sensitive. And look at these big nipples. They are like cow nipples.You must tug on them often. You looked like a pro when you jerked off in frontof me." She kept tugging, eliciting little yelps and moans from me.

My head was spinning. This was wrong. This is all my fault. I am her stepmother,for God's sake. This is all very wrong. Yet? Yet it felt wonderful. My bodywas steaming. The most beautiful, and wicked, creature I have ever seen isusing me for her enjoyment.

My conflict was raised another notch when one of her hands pushed down tomy sex, where she toyed with my labia and plunged two fingers inside. I inhaledloudly.

"As I thought. You like this, I see," she said with delight as she pulledout and brought her wet fingers up to my face. "Smell them."

I hesitated, and her tone became stern, "What are you waiting for, smellthem!" She pinched my nipple hard with her other hand. I screamed out my painand then leaned forward to take a sniff. From my frequent masturbation sessions,I knew my scent, yet this felt like a personal violation.

"Suck them!"

My nipple exploded in pain again as I open my mouth and accepted her fingers.My first taste of a woman. And my stepdaughter, to boot. It was so taboo. Shelet up on my nipple as I sucked on her fingers for all I was worth. I feltlike a low-life pig.

Pleased with my humiliation, she withdrew and plunged her fingers back in.You could hear the slopping sounds as she slowly sawed her fingers in and outof my pussy. She used her thumb to expertly rub my clit, which was painfullyerect and screaming for attention. I humped my hips, looking for more frictionas I raced toward a huge orgasm. My animal need took over as I raced to themost exciting finish I could ever imagine.

Just as I was hitting the peak, she pulled away and laughed. I jerked myhips forward looking for the last second of contact that would allow me toblast off. But it was not to be. She walked over and took another sip of wine.I was cooled off enough when she returned that she started stroking my clitbetween two of her fingers.

Again, she brought me to the edge, and then backed off. Her soft hands ranalong my butt cheeks. "This is one tight, sexy ass. We are going to have somuch fun playing with it," she declared as she slapped my ass cheeks hard.

She brought me to the edge again, using those wonderful fingers to teaseevery nerve ending in my clit. I was sure I would cum this time. My head wasthrobbing in tandem with my clit as I raced towards my orgasm. Abruptly, shepulled away again. I was literally shaking.

She took her time, toying with me. Over and over. I begged her to let mecum. I had no idea how long my legs would hold out. I needed to cum. I hadto. But over the course of the next hour, she teased me without mercy. Shechided me for my need, degraded me, and even laughed at me.

Finally she stopped. "I'll be right back, slave." When she returned to theroom, she had thick pole with a base. It was nearly three feet tall. She placedthe pole behind me, but in front of the pole spreading my ankles. This causedme to thrust my hips out. She extended four telescoping supports from the base,holding it balanced on the floor.

"Hold your arms back and kneel!" she commanded as she grabbed my shouldersfrom behind to ease my descent. She made sure that the pole fit in betweenmy wrists and elbows. I was surprised by how strong she was as she effortlesslylowered me. The pole now rested tightly against my ass and shoulders.

She tied my wrists restraints to the pole. She bunched my hair up into aponytail and tightly bound it with more rope. She pulled my head back and securedmy hair to the pole. I was amazed and scared by her expertise in bondage. Shetied a short piece of rope to the spreader bar, then pulled it up with heramazing strength. The pole touched my hands, and she secured the rope to mywrist restraints.

The majority of my weight was in front of the pole, causing me to lean forward.Arms pulled back, causing my chest to thrust forward even more. I could notbelieve how helpless I felt. My body was open and vulnerable, and I was powerlessto do anything about it.

"Why!" I squeaked out.

"I guess you want some answers," she said as she strolled over for anothersip of her wine. Returning to my helpless form, she pulled up a chair and satdirectly in front of me. She crossed her strong legs and relaxed. The tensionwas thick as she looked me over. I felt like a piece of meat. Her foot nudgedupward and the tip of her pointy boot flicked across my erect clit. I jerkedwith surprise and need. She slowly flicked up and down.

"You see, my pet, I am what you would call a spoiled, dominant personality.You married my father, invaded my space and took over my house. I need to balancethe equation." I was panting with need as she continued.

"My mother was a follower of the works of Sun Tzu, and taught me many thingswhich I won't bore your little slut mind with. When my mother died I spenttime reading her diary, including her interest in dominance and submission.I retreated to the internet, looking for any diversion from the pain of herdeath." She flicked her boot particularly hard, making me yelp.

"I spent hours reading and learning. I became obsessed with the female bodyand controlling it. I found that I have insatiable desire for sex and learnedhow to manipulate and control my own sexual drive. I spent time doing yogaand meditation, strengthing my mind and body. I taught myself how to orgasmon command, and how to keep myself from orgasm for hours despite constant stimulation.I found I could make myself cum 35-40 times in a row. Once I understood andmastered myself, I could move on to an unsuspecting victim."

I was nearing orgasm, and sensing this, she stopped stimulating my clit.She lifted up her foot and casually flicked my long nipples. Ughhhhh!

"When I first saw your fabulous body, I knew that you were the one. I createdseveral moments where you would "accidentally" see me naked. I rigged yourroom and saw you jerk off to powerful orgasms after seeing me."

Seeing that I cooled off a little, she lowered her foot and started flickingmy clit again. I screamed out in total frustration. She smiled at me and startedher story again.

"You are built for sex. I will spend my time helping you explore your maximumpotential. We will do this by training your mind and body to demand sex atall times. You will learn that, by fulfilling the needs of others, you willbe rewarded with the only thing that will matter to you…your orgasm.We will work on your physical and mental stamina so you can perform as longas called upon."

My head was swimming in this new world she was describing. It was unimaginable,yet reality was flicking me right in the clit. I was catapulting into an orgasmwhen she stopped. I screamed out again and started to incoherently beg to cum.Lowering her leg, she leaned forward and grabbed my chin with her strong hands.

"You are my sexual puppet now. I see how badly you want to cum. Your needis so bad it is painful. You think you are going to die now if you don't cum.But you are wrong. I am only scratching the surface tonight. I have not evenexplored the true depths of your need. But we will. I promise you my littletoy."

"So here is how you will earn your little orgasms. You will need to bringme, or anyone else of my choosing, to ten satisfactory orgasms, and I willallow you to cum in a way of my choosing. Each time you hesitate to performa command, I tack on five more. Refuse a command, or cum without permission,I tack on an additional twenty, plus what ever punishments I choose to extract."

She stood up slowly and stretched. She was something out of a bikini ad.Her hands unsnapped the skintight hot pants, which were peeled slowly overher perfect ass and down her toned legs. Stepping out of the pants, she stoodjust inches from my face. In her heels, her sex was perfectly level with mymouth. She was bald like me, and was swollen and leaking sex juice.

"Here is your chance to start earning your orgasm, little girl," she saidas she maneuvered her sex just out of reach from my mouth. I had never seena vagina this close before. Her mound was completely smooth and shiny fromher excitement. Its pedals had bloomed open and her pink inner lips were seepingwith excitement. I could smell her need. I was scared to death to touch it,yet, in the pit of my stomach, I knew that my act of further submission wasinevitable. So far, I have been riding on the combination of extreme need andextreme fear and I had not allowed rational thought to override my actions.Something snapped as I stared at her sex, and despite my vulnerable position,I would go no further.

She lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. "Finally, some defiance. I cansee it in your eyes. I had been hoping you would fight back. I have some nastypunishments that will inflict tremendous pain on the most sensitive parts ofyour body, without any permanent damage."

She bent slowly while lightly tracing a path down my neck, chest, and endingat my breasts. She silently tickled boobs, sending shockwaves through my tensebody, ending at my throbbing clit.

"I am hoping you give me the chance to punish you." She declared as she continuedto fondle my breasts, all the while staring me straight in the eye. I was gettingso worked up again, and the urgency to cum was screaming in my head, blockingout the glimmer of rational thought.

"Beg to worship my pussy," she declared as she straightened up. She waiteda couple of seconds while I worked up the courage, all the while staring directlyat her sex.

SLAP!!! I felt a painful smack across my cheeks, sending my face heavingto the left as far as my bindings would allow. Stars danced brightly acrossmy eyes. The brutal reality of the situation came rushing at me at this point.This is not some kind of fantasy. I was in this for real. I had to do as shesays, even if I didn't want to.

With tears welling up in my eyes, I relented. "M..may I worship your p...pussy," Isobbed.

SLAP!!! Her strength drove my head hard to the right. My face was poundingwith pain.

"Say it correctly, SLUT!" she said sternly.

Blinking the stars away, it dawned on me that I had forgotten one of herrules. "May I worship your pussy, Mistress?" I yelled out.

She lifted my chin and smiled at me. Her eyes knew she had won a major battle,stealing a critical piece of my soul. With surprising gentleness, she said, "yes,my pet, you may."

As she leaned forward, I sucked up all of my courage and kissed the top ofher slit. I repeated this down her lips as far as my restraints would allow.

"Now use your tongue to explore," she said encouragingly. She also startedto softly caress my hair, comforting me. I started licking. I had inadvertentlytasted my self in the past, and she has a similar "slightly tangy/slightlysweet/slightly musky" flavor. It was not as repulsive as I thought it wouldbe, although I would prefer something else entirely.

She moaned softly as she said, "Think about if I licked you. How would youlike your cunt licked? Where are your special spots? How would you want meto bring you to unbearable excitement?"

My God! The simple thought sent a rush of lust through me. Oh how would Iwant this goddess to lick me. I instinctive dug in, licking my lips lightly.I plunged my tongue in hard and flick the end deep in her flowing canal. Itwas so soft and warm that I became intoxicated. I licked upward and flickedher erect clit at the end of the upstroke. I cradled her clit with my tongueas I closed my lips around the bud and sucked it gently. I flicked my tongueover her clit, up and down, while I continued to suck. I then started overagain, licking her engorged labia lightly.

She encouraged me with her humiliating banter, "You are born to lick pussy,little girl… Oh your tongue knows all of the naughty spots…yourlips fit around my clit perfectly…wow, you are a hungry slut…thisis some kind of talent, my slut…"

Several times she told me to slow as I felt her quiver. Finally, she toldme to suck my clit and flick it hard. Her clit was physically pulsing againstmy lips.

"Oh…oh….oh….Oh…here it comes…Oh Yes….OhYES!…" and she creamed out in orgasm. She jammed her hips hard intomy face, riding me as I sucked with abandon. Listening to her orgasm drovemy excitement level. I needed to cum.

The more I worked her clit, the faster and harder she danced her body againstme. She screamed out over and over again. Just when I thought that she wasdone, she would scream out yet again.

Finally, she started coming down, letting go of my head.

"Oh God, are you good…lick me softly and clean up my juices…thatwas simply divine," she purred as I used my tired tongue to lick up her mess.I felt degraded by being made to swallow the abundance of thick cream she dribbled.

Finally, she stepped away. She grabbed a camera out of her bag and snappedsome digital photos of me. I could do nothing about it. I could only sit andstew in my own need and humiliation.

Setting down the camera, she pulled a mirror from the wall and leaned itagainst the chair that was in front of me. What I saw shocked me. I was staringdirectly into the eyes of a slut. My face was covered in juice and flushedwith the contact with her hips and thighs. My chest was thrust forward, beggingfor attention, and my nipples were longer then I could ever imagine. My leanstomach curved down to my drenched crotch. My sex was puffy and my labia hadcompletely dilated, exposing my pink inner core.

I felt a light whisper in my ear, "A layer peeled away. Now we are gettingcloser to the truth. The truth is that you are a slut. That you love beingmy toy. That you want your desires controlled by me. That you were built forthis," she whispered as she toyed with my erect nipple.

I had never felt such intense feelings before in my life. I hated this. Yet,my body was telling me that I loved this, that I need this. Looking at my reflection,I could see how sexy I looked. I was turning myself on.

All the while, she toyed with my breasts. "Only seven more to go, and mylittle girl will get her itty bitty orgasm," she cooed in her little girl'svoice. "Until then, you need to be a good little girl and do what her Mistresssays. I have such fun things planned for your hot body, I can't wait to getstarted." She sauntered over to her bag of toys, and returned with a thick,white leather collar. She bent down and fastened tightly around my neck. Sheclosed the small lock in the rear. I felt trapped. And possessed. And my pussytwitched.

Looking closely, I could see an inscription – "LeziFuckToy" – andmy clit twitched again. I could not believe I was getting off on this. I wasstarting to feel like I was owned. I had to fight it. But how? If I could justget through until Tuesday, when Mike returned, I could turn this around. Iwould have to work quickly because he was leaving on a two-week trip to Europeon Thursday morning. I tried to think of a way out of this, yet my thoughtskept rushing back to "LeziFuckToy" branding my neck.

She untied me from the pole, leaving my wrists and elbows restrained behindme and my legs spread. She unclipped my arms and re-clipped my wrists in frontof me. She clipped a leash to my collar (how degrading) and pulled me towardsthe bed. With my legs locked 3 feet apart, I had to lurch side to side so Icould swing each leg forward. She laughed at me as I made my way to the king-sizedcanopy bed.

She pushed my back down on the bed, then effortlessly lifted and pulled mylegs over to the middle of the bed. Grabbing rope and some small round metalobjects, she went to work. I admired her flawless body as she moved. In myhyper-excited state, I could not think of anything but rubbing her body andhaving nasty sex with her. How demeaned had I become.

It only took a few minutes, and she had fastened the metal objects to thecorner posts and to the bed frame. She lifted my legs, causing my hips to liftoff the bed, as she laid a wide leather belt under me. Letting go of my legs,she tightened the belt uncomfortably tight, squeezing my waist a couple ofinches. Rope was then attached to the belt, then run through what now lookedlike little pulleys on the two posts at the foot of the bed. She pulled therope until I began sliding down slightly. She then tied some rope to each ofmy wrists. When she threaded these ropes through the pulleys and started topull, I thought that my arms would be wrenched out of their sockets. Satisfied,she tied these off and climbed up onto the bed.

She tied some rope to both ends of the leg spreader, and then climbed toeach corner to thread the rope to another set of pulleys. Grabbing both ropes,she pulled, causing my legs to lift up, then over my head. With my hips pulledtoward the foot of the bed and my ankles pulled toward the head, my legs werepinned over my head, quivering with the strain. She tied this so tightly thatI believe I was an only just a fraction of an inch away from pulling my legsout of their sockets.

She stood up on the bed looking down at me. Her body was gleaming with alight layer of perspiration and she looked ready to roll. She knelt down andexamined my wide-open pussy. I had never felt more helpless than I did at thatmoment. Everything was wide open for her use. I could do nothing to stop her.

But just as a sense of sorrow starting creeping over my senses, I was pulledfrom the abyss by the simple touch of her tongue on my clit. It was an amazingsensation.

For the next few minutes, she teased my clit, circling it, and then ticklingit with the tip of her tongue. Her hair tickled the backs of my thighs. Shebrought me closer and closer to the edge of a towering orgasm. Just as I wasabout to hit it, she backed off.

"No…" I screamed, realizing too late that I had talked without permission.

"Tch, tch, little girl. It seems you need a little reminder of the rules.Mommy will have to spank you with the paint paddle, won't she?" She cooed.She climbed off the bed and returned with her bag of toys. She pulled out anold paint paddle, coated with some old paint from years of use. It was onlyan inch wide, but it looked devastating from my point of view.

Without ceremony, she smacked the paddle straight down on my pussy. Wetnesssplattered upward as the pain came crashing down.

"OOOOOOOOUUUCCCCCCCCCCHHHHH!" I screamed.

"You are to count each one out loud, my lezifucktoy. Then you are to say,'My cunt deserves another, Mistress.' If you can do this ten times in a row,without falter, then your punishment is over. Otherwise, we start back at thebeginning.

SMACK!

"Ohhhhhhh….one…my cunt deserves another, Mistress."

SMACK!

"OOOOWWWWWWWWWW…two…my cunt deserves another, Mistress."

SMACK! This one snapped squarely on my clit. I screamed out, and then responded, "Mycunt deserves another, Mistress."

"Oops. Looks like my pet missed the count. We have to start over again.

SMACK! The pain was so horrible I started to cry. But I did not err again.

By the last blow, the pain was unbearable. Yet, my clit was throbbing soviolently that I swear I would have cum with another blow or two. How sickis that.

"Now now, my little slut, Momma will make it alright," she said as she startedlicking my pussy again. The pain, cemented with the pleasure, was almost morethan I could take. I wiggled and squirmed as much as I could from the sensoryoverload. But her job binding me left me with nothing more than small, harmlessmovements.

She brought me to the point of orgasm again, and then stopped. I choked backmy frustration and remained silent this time.

She pulled a tapered object, about four inches long from the bag and shepresented it to me. "This, as you may know my slut, is a butt plug. I wantyou to wear this unless I say otherwise. Now give it a kiss." She held it bythe swivel hook at its base and fed it to my lips. I didn't want anything upmy butt, but I kissed it anyway.

"You may need to do better than that if you want it to go in nicely," Kristinagrinned. Getting her point, I opened my mouth and licked the smooth cone-shapedcylinder with my mouth. Kristina giggled as she slowly fucked my mouth withit. I felt like such a whore, sucking on this plastic object so it can slidein my ass easier.

Popping it out of my mouth, she grinned as she trailed it down my body. Shelaid it on my gaping slit and twisted it, lubricating it with my abundant juices.She brought it to my rosebud and teased my opening. She used the tip to tickleme. I instinctively clenched and unclenched my sphincter as the tickling droveme crazy. When the moment was right, she pushed it in, but only about an inch.She started to saw it in and out slowly.

The feeling was indescribable. I felt so dirty. It also turned me on. I gruntedas she worked. It took some time, but she was making progress. Occasionally,she reached down and strummed my clit, keeping me at a near boil. I was amazedat her patience. Finally, she pushed it in. I felt my rosebud wrapping itselftightly around the thin rim. I tried to expel it, but it would not budge. Itwas a full and decadent feeling. She twisted the swivel hook to get a reactionout of me.

She grabbed a few more items from that blasted bag. One item was what musthave been a foot long double dildo, which she placed on my stomach. The secondwas a chain, which connected two little rubber nooses. Lying on top of me withher delicious body, she began to suck on my left nipple. She spent some timebathing it, then nibbling, then finally biting and pulling. I squirmed fromthe pain and the intense heat it created between my legs. She captured thethrobbing nub between two fingernails and slid on little noose. Pulling itdown the long nipple, she squeezed a tiny rubber bulb on the base of the noose,inflating the noose with air and squeezing the nipple with tremendous pressure.

My chest was on fire as she repeated this long process on the other nipple.I was grunting again, trying to jerk my hips into her hard, and flat stomachin an attempt to cum. But no luck. She inflated the second little noose andsat up. Both of my poor nipples were squeezed upward from the base, trappingmore blood as it flowed into the nub and causing it to grow ¾ inch long.When she scraped her fingernail over it's length, it's hypersensitive surfaceexploded with sensations. I let out a guttural moan.

"You are working out so nicely. Let's see how many more orgasms you can giveme tonight."

With that, she picked up the dildo. "Open up," she said. Once open, she shovedthe dildo into my mouth.

"The surface is rubber, so if you bite too hard, you might tear the surface.And if you damage my toy, you will be punished severely. I expect you to keepthis in your mouth for as long as I wish."

I did not understand. I could hold this in my mouth like this for as longas she wished.

However, I realized my dilemma as she climbed up my body, turned toward myfeet and quickly mounted the dildo. She started to ride the monster, and Iused my lips and teeth to hold it steady. She got into a slow rhythm, slowlyfucking my face. Her juices were dripping on my mouth and chin, some of itseeping into my mouth. I felt a yank on my nipples as I realized that she musthave grabbed hold of the connecting chain.

Literally, for an hour and a half, she fucked my face. She would lean forwardand toy with my clit to keep me at peak excitement. She worked herself to anearth shattering orgasm, then another. She used my body to stoke her fire.As her pace would quicken, I had to allow the dildo to slide a bit in and outof my throat so I would not tear my teeth into its surface. She was more worriedabout her fucking dildo then she was of me. If I was her toy, it felt likeshe was breaking me.

With sweat dripping off both of our bodies, and my face covered in her fuckjuice, she climbed off me and padded off to use the bathroom.

Returning with her camera, she snapped off a few pictures of me in this condition.She said," I have treat for you. You brought me ten orgasms, so I will presentyou an opportunity to cum. First, I will release you and allow you to pee,drink and wash up."

I was slowly released from my strict bondage. She massaged the feeling backinto limbs as she released them. It was such a caring and sensual act thatit left me confused. With my hands free, she left me to the bathroom by myselfas she got us some water.

Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I stared at yet anotherwoman I barely recognized. I looked defeated, like I had lost my free willand was nothing but a slutty slave. And I was. I needed to cum so bad thatI would do anything this depraved girl would ask. I was ashamed and lookedaway.

I washed up, tinkled and returned to the bedroom. Kristina handed me a largeglass of water and I gulped it down without question. She set-up the TV inthe armoire with a black box that had small wires sticking up out of it. Shethen set two large books on either side of the pole I had been strapped toearlier. I watched as she adjusted the height of the pole until it was lessthan two feet high. She plopped a menacing looking dildo on the top and usedduct tape to secure it in place.

"Your next…don't worry my pet, you will get to cum now!" she saidwith a schoolgirl squeal. She quickly re-attached my wrists and elbows behindme. It was amazing how much easier my elbows came together his time. She directedme to step up on the books. She adjusted the pole, sliding the thick, deliciouslyfeeling dildo into my hole. I could feel it bump against my butt plug.

The books were quickly removed, causing the impaling mass to press painfullyinto my cervix. I immediately popped up onto my toes, relieving the tension.

She playfully flicked the chain, which still swung from my throbbing nipples.

"I have some homework to knock out…it should only take an hour ortwo. I don't want you to get lonely though, so I have a surprise show for youto watch."

She turned on the TV and flicked a switch on the black box. It took me afew seconds to recognize my room, with Kristina sitting regally in a chairas I entered the room, naked, on all fours. Oh My GOD! She filmed this wholenight. I wanted to die.

I looked around the room searching for the cameras. "Don't worry yourselfwith those, my pet, the equipment is a new, wireless advanced technology withmicro-optic cameras and motion sensing switches. I have set up the whole houseto a network I have set up outside of the house. The main controls are alsowireless and are coded."

"Now, I want you to have fun and enjoy the orgasms you have earned. I waslenient on you, this being our first night and all. Be aware that I will makeit much harder to earn them in the future. I'll see you later, pet!" She grinnedas she picked up a small remote. The dildo started buzzing inside of my sex,causing a sensation so overwhelming that I set my heels down.

"OUCH," I grunted as I shot back up on my toes. The dildo not only vibrated,but it pulsed as well. Although not touching my clit, the severe vibrationsof my sex caused my nerve endings to fire lustful sensations to my brain ata maddening pace.

As I began climbing to a much-needed orgasm, I stared at my image on thescreen. It was almost surreal. We both looked sexy as hell. It turned me onand launched me into a massive orgasm. My thrashing caused the nipple chainto swing, pulling on my nipples. My sphincter squeezed hard around the plug.The orgasm was so tremendously earth shattering that I could not even catchmy breath. I thought that I my clit would literally explode. Each time I dippedmy toes, the dildo would crunch my cervix, shooting unwanted sensations encroachingupon my blissful moment. My orgasm lasted for minutes, exhausting me.

As I finally came down, I worked to catch my breath and to stay up on toeson my now straining legs. The image on the TV drove me right back up the rampagain. In just a few minutes, I was rocketing towards another cum. This onemay have been bigger than the first. I spasmed violently against the vibratingcaptor plugged inside of me. My eyes rolled and I felt faint.

As I came down, I again struggled to calm my self and gather my wits. Sweatwas dripping down my forehead. Looking down, I could see my whole body gleamwith perspiration. I looked like one of my nastiest fantasies. As I lookedback up at the screen, I realized that I was going to cum yet again, and realsoon. The clock on the wall indicated that only 15 minutes had passed.

The next orgasm hit me more slowly, but with more intensity. My nerve endingswere raw from hypersensitivity. I was moaning and grunting from the climb,my throat now becoming rough and sore. I screamed out as hit the peak. My bodytrembled. I was sure I would collapse. My head was throbbing. Each orgasm,though unique in and of themselves, was more mind blowing than the last.

Even before I could recover, I started launching toward yet another. It wasat this time that I realized that yet another layer was peeled away. I wascum slut, a lezisluttoy, the living manisfestation of my darkest fantasies.I felt more alive than at any time in my life. I was feeling this ecstasy sointensely. The humiliation on the screen, the dominance of my little girl Kristina,the tight bondage, was fueling the feelings. I knew that, before this eveningeven ended, I had to have more.

Then the next orgasm hit me. And on it went.