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6:30pm finally rolls around and I find myself standing on the doorstep of Becky's home. Her house is in a quiet suburb and is on a piece of property surrounded by trees and high shrubs. Not even bothering to ring the bell, I simply grab the knob and enter the house.
Becky, who had been sitting on the couch watching TV, looks up with a startled look on her face as I entered unannounced. She quickly jumps to her feet and rushes over to stand in front on me, eyes downcast as she quietly murmurs, "Welcome Master."
"Thank you slave. Now why don't you show me all the things you bought today?" Referring to the list of sex toys I had given her earlier.
"Yes Master," she replies as she turns and trots off into the kitchen, only to return seconds later holding a large gym bag.
Sitting down on the couch, I take the bag from Becky and begin sorting through it, silently inventorying everything in it making a mental note for later use. After I am satisfied that everything I had asked for was there, I turn my attention to the interior of the house. Getting up from the couch, I ask Becky to give me a short tour so that I will be able to familiarize myself with the furniture and the layout.
By 7pm I was finished the tour and had taken some time to arrange the furniture and lay out some of the equipment I had brought with me, including the hidden camera I had used in the locker room earlier. I found myself checking my watch practically every 30 seconds. Though I was trying not to show it, I was a bundle of raw nerves as I waited to see if Lisa was going to show up. As I wandered throughout the house, Becky simply followed a step behind me ready to answer any question I might ask or to perform any task I might give her. Not once did she question me or inquire about what was going to happen tonight. Her total submission and acceptance of everything still had me a little baffled.
By 7:02 pm I had myself convinced that Lisa was not going to show, when the door bell suddenly rang. Turning to Becky I ordered, "Kneel." She quickly dropped to her knees in the middle of the livingroom. "Stay."
I then turned and strode over to the front door, peering through the window at the person standing there. Amazingly, it was Lisa. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a small powder blue t-shirt and was fidgeting nervously with her clothes as she stood there. Despite her rather ordinary clothes, she looked gorgeous standing there on the doorstep.
Opening the door slowly, I immediately announced "You're late. You were told to be here at precisely 7pm and my watch now reads 7:03pm. That is unacceptable."
"I'm sorry I had a little difficulty finding the place," she quickly replied. "Look, can we talk about this whole situation? I'm sure there's something we can work out. I have some money saved up - I can pay you. Please don't do this to me."
"Lisa, I told you the discussion on this matter was over. You had a decision to make and this is your final chance to change your mind. If you step through this door, then you must be prepared to accept the consequences for your behaviour without question. Everything will be kept between us if you decide this route. If you choose not to step through this door, then leave immediately, but you had best be prepared to deal with the fame come Monday. Everyone, and this includes your parents and priest, will be receiving copies of these photos." I threatened.
"Please..." she pleaded with a pathetic look on her face.
"Decide now."
"Alright, I'll come in. But you need to promise that no one will ever see those pictures." she argued.
"I promise," stepping aside to allow Lisa room to step into the front foyer. Once she was inside, I quickly closed the door and locked it.
She continued to nervously fidget with her clothing as she quickly surveyed the interior of the house. A little gasp of surprise escaped her lips as she caught sight of Ms. O'Hare quietly kneeling on the floor of the living room. "What the hell... ?" she asked questioningly.
"Ms. O'Hare has agreed to help me tonight. That's all you need to know." I quickly answered. "Now come stand here," motioning to a spot on the floor in the middle of the room.
She hesitantly walked over and stood beside me.
"Now remember Lisa, you do exactly as I say tonight, and everything will be kept just between us. Your reputation will not be ruined. Fail to do that, and all bets are off. We clear on that?" I asked.
A small nod of her head.
"Very well. Take off your clothes."
"What?" she immediately asks.
"Wow, you must be the stupidest woman alive Lisa. I just finished saying that 'you must do exactly as I say tonight' or else, and on the first order given, you question me," I replied sarcastically. "Alright, get out. All bets are off. I'm going to start sending those photos out now."
"No... Wait... Please. I'll do it." she replied dejectedly. And with shaking hands she grabbed hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head. Dropping the shirt on the floor at her feet she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest covering the bra that covered her breasts.
Backing up several steps, I sat down on the couch and tried to relax a bit as I watched Lisa put on a makeshift strip tease for me. When she appeared to hesitate I motioned with my hand for her to continue.
Slowly uncrossing her arms, she reached down to the button on her skin-tight jeans and, with a bit of fumbling, managed to pop it open. She then pulled down the zipper and paused again. I imagine trying to build up the nerve to proceed to the next step. Moving her hands to the waist of her jeans she began to slide them down, wriggling her hips sexily as she tried to get them past her hips without pulling her panties down with them. Finally, when they were gathered around her ankles, she daintily stepped out of them and pushed them into the pile with her shirt. Her hands quickly went to cover her now exposed panties, forgetting about her breasts momentarily.
Obviously colour coordination was important to Lisa as she had chosen to wear a light blue pair of matching bra and panties to go with the blue jeans and blue t-shirt. When she appeared to hesitate again, I motioned with my hand once more for her to continue.
Her body was now practically vibrating, she was shaking that badly. She took her hands away from her panties and, reaching behind her, unfastened the clasp on her bra. It always amazed me at how quickly they were able to do that. I made a mental note to practice that skill so that I wouldn't look the fool next time I tried it. Grasping the shoulder straps of the bra, Lisa slowly rolled it down her arms until the cups finally fell away from her breasts. Though nowhere near the size of Becky's, they were still perfect to behold and perfectly fit with Lisa's body structure.
Dropping the bra onto the pile of clothes forming by her feet, she then reached down to the waist of her panties and slowly began rolling them down her legs. When they were finally around her ankles, she stepped out of them and pushed them over with the rest of her clothes. She now stood completely naked before me. Of course modesty was getting the best of her as she was trying her hardest to cover up her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.
Though I had already seen her naked once before, the sight of her standing before me trying desperately to cover herself up, was an incredibly erotic sight. I was instantly hard and was looking at her with a very hungry look in my eyes.
Out of the corner of one eye, I looked over at Becky to see how she was reacting to the whole situation. Her breathing had quickened again and her nipples were once again hard as rock underneath her blouse. Studying her expression, I could see she was excited but there was also a touch of jealousy again in those eyes. A little competition between slaves certainly couldn't hurt, I thought to myself.
"Put your hands at your side Lisa," I order.
Again, with only the slightest hesitation this time, she reluctantly lowered her arms until her hands, clenched tightly into fists, are held at her side. The urge to take her now is almost overpowering. I had fantasized about fucking Lisa ever since the day I met her and to be so close to her naked body was definitely having its effect on my self-control.
With another hand gesture, I motion for Lisa to begin slowly turning around so that I can get a look at her entire body.
Keeping her hands at her side, and with a face as red as a beet, she began to slowly turn around until her ass was facing me. Until today, I had not fully appreciated just how beautiful that ass really was. It was just so firm and perfect that I nearly came in my pants just looking at it. Trying to find a comfortable position for my raging hard on, I motion for Lisa to stop turning once she is facing me again. I then gestured towards the piece of furniture sitting several paces away in the middle of the floor with her. I had purposely placed the leather cushioned footstool in the centre of the room in anticipation of Lisa's arrival.
With Lisa standing before the footstool, I ordered "Kneel in front of it. Get your knees right up to it until they are touching it."
Lisa drops to her knees and shuffles forward until they are touching two of the legs of the footstool. "Now lay down across it and put your hands on the floor on the other side of the stool." The footstool was just wide enough that her entire mid-section to just below her breasts rested comfortably on the leather cushion.
Reaching into the gym bag of goodies, I pulled out two leather wrist cuffs and, walking over to stand beside the kneeling Lisa, fastened them about her wrists. She had a real worried expression on her face as she realized what they were. From the bag I also produced several lengths of nylon rope, and before she had time to protest, fastened her wrist cuffs to two of the footstool legs.
Lisa began to mewl softly, "Please don't do this to me. You don't have to do this. Please untie me Tim."
Ignoring her, I took several more lengths of rope and fastening them about each knee, tied them to the other two stool legs. Lisa was now securely fastened to the stool and would be unable to resist anything from this point on. Her surrender would now be complete.
It was now time to lay down the new ground rules as I now had her undivided attention. Standing close to her head forced her to crane her neck around as she tried in vain to look up at me as I spoke, "Now listen up. Its time to lay down the new ground rules for you. The first thing we're going to discuss is your new terms of address. That whore over there," gesturing at Becky, "belongs to me. She will do whatever I say without question. Isn't that right slave?" I ask.
Blushing deeply red, Becky whispers, "Yes Master."
A shocked look registers on Lisa's face. "In public she refers to me as Mr. Drake, but in private she addresses me as Master. For you Lisa, you have not earned the right to call me Master. You will refer to me as 'Sir' at all times. Any deviance from that will result in punishment. In public you will refer to her as Ms. O'Hare, but in private, it will be Ma'am - no exceptions. Is that clear, slut?" I ask, biting off the last word for emphasis.
"What? I don't understand..." she mumbles confusedly.
Grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head painfully back, I lower my face closer to hers and speak very slowly, "Then let me make this crystal clear for you. The hierarchy in your world has changed drastically. You are nothing but a worthless slut and you will do whatever I or Ms. O'Hare tell you to. You will refer to me at all times as 'Sir' and in private you will refer to Ms. O'Hare as Ma'am. If you fail to do any of that, then you will be punished. Is that a little more clear for you," I ask, as I shake her head painfully from side to side.
"Owww, yes, I understand," she growled.
'Obviously you don't," I quickly reply. Releasing her hair and standing up I order Becky, "Tell her what she did wrong slave."
"You should have said 'I understand, Sir'" she instructs Lisa.
"Well, I think its time for your first punishment slut. She'll learn the new rules very quickly, won't she slave?" I asked Becky.
"Yes Master, I know I did" she replied wistfully.
"Wait. No. I'm sorry. Stop. I understand Sir. I get it," she pleaded desperately.
Walking over to the bag I removed the paddle I had placed in it. It was the same one I had used on Becky's ass several days ago. While Lisa was still begging for forgiveness and pleading with me to stop, I walked behind her, and standing at her left hip, brought it sharply down on her left ass cheek.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
A high pitch shriek erupted from Lisa as I quickly brought the paddle down hard upon her other ass cheek, "Aww, fuck that hurts. Please stop," she howled.
"You see slave, this slut really is a slow learner," I joke with Becky.
"What? No, please stop Sir. See I remembered. No more," she begged.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
I began to rain blows down upon each ass cheek and across the backs of her upper thighs. After about 20 blows with the paddle, Lisa was a blubbering mess. Her ass and thighs were a bright red and she was bawling, and crying, begging for mercy. Lisa's makeup was destroyed, as evidenced by her mascara running in rivulets down her cheeks. It was almost comical looking at her now. At school, Lisa had always taken great pains to ensure everything was picture perfect with her appearance. Her clothes, hair and makeup had to be just right all the time.
Once she had calmed down some and stopped crying I asked, "What's her name?" referring to Becky still quietly kneeling on the floor.
"Ms. O'Hare" she mumbled through sobs.
-SMACK-
"Wrong. Try again."
"Awww... it's Ma'am. Ma'am," she quickly added.
"That's right. And what's my name?" I asked.
Obviously catching on, she quickly replied, "Sir."
"Very good, and what's your name?" I ask, referring to herself.
"Lisa" she responds.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
"Wrong. Try again."
"Aw fuck. Lisa Beaumont" she tries again.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
These two were across the top of her thighs. "Wrong. Try again. I can do this all night."
"Oh God, please stop. I can't take anymore," she sobbed.
"What's your name?" I ask, raising my voice slightly.
"Slut?" she responds hesitantly, tensing up for the next blow.
"Very good slut. I knew you'd get it sooner or later. Now tell me, what are you?" I ask next.
"A girl?" she responds questioningly.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
Two more across her thighs followed by more shrieks of pain. "And just when I though you were actually learning something, you go ahead and show how stupid you really are."
"Owwwwwww... I'm a slut. I'm a slut." She howls through gritted teeth.
"Very good. I think you're catching on now," I reply sarcastically.
Putting the paddle down now, I retrieve the digital camera from the bag and, without pause, begin snapping pictures of my handiwork. First some shots of the bright red ass and thighs and then moving around to the head, a few shots of her tear streaked face.
-CLICK-
-CLICK-
"Oh God. Please no. Please don't take any pictures. I'm doing what you want, isn't that enough?" she pleaded.
"Slave, take the paddle," I order.
Becky jumps to her feet and runs over to where I had placed the paddle and scoops it up.
"Two more times to her ass slave, and they had better be hard ones, or it'll be your ass I paddle next," I threaten.
"Wait, no. What did I do wrong?" Lisa asks in a panic.
"Make that four more, slave," I add.
"No wait, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I forgot Sir. Please, I can't take any more Sir," she sobbed in a near panic.
Nodding my head at Becky, she raises the paddle, and bringing it down as hard as she could, and smacks Lisa four times across her already blistered ass.
Lisa wails in agony as her ass is set afire once again. "You'll learn sooner or later slut. It's entirely up to you how long this is going to go on for. Every infraction will be punished," I instruct.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." Lisa sobs through her pain.
"Now are you going to question me any further slut?" I ask.
"No Sir."
"So I can do whatever I want, and you will not argue with me anymore?"
"Yes sir," she replies resignedly.
"Very well. Now look up at me slut and give me that award winning smile. Make me believe you're enjoying this."
With a pathetic look on her face, Lisa raises her head and tries to put on a big smile. I nearly burst out laughing at the sight. Her big smile provided such a contrast to her otherwise messed up face.
-CLICK-
-CLICK-
"Get undressed slave," I order Becky.
She hastily complies and is soon standing naked behind Lisa's red ass. The sight of these two naked ladies, both completely under my control, took my breath away. They were both drop-dead gorgeous in their own right and having them submit completely to my will was almost too much to handle. It was like overload of the circuits.
Taking a few deep breaths to steady myself, I order Becky, "Slave, come around here," gesturing to where I was standing by Lisa's head.
Taking a few steps back to give Becky room to stand, I then ordered, "Stand right in front of her. Move right up. That's it. Put that cunt right up to her face."
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