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Komodo Jones

04-30-2009, 07:43 PM

Hey or however many of you are viewing this. This will finally get into juicy parts. While I was writing this I surprised msyelf, because as some authors know, sometimes you're writing something and an event or action that you thought was never going to occur automatically happens to come into your story and usually for the better. But enough of my rambling here's chapter 2 and I hope you like.

Chapter 2: Wetness Squared

So six years ago, Kayla and I were going to have another one of our sleepovers that we had at her house. It was a crisp August afternoon when she greeted me at the door to her one floor house, but at least it had a basement and that’s where we usually “camped out.” She was wearing a pink tanktop, and white shorts that came to just above her knees. I was more conservative just wearing a sky blue tee and jeans. The purpose of the sleepover, was her idea of giving me a “congrats” for getting to high school. I found it kind of superfluous though since I had always been valedictorian in my class. Anyways, we spent most of the afternoon and evening just watching movies and talking about normal stuff: what tv shows we were watching, what classes we were going to be taking, and of course what guys we had crushes on; and for your information, yes I did mention Shawn, because she knew Shawn a little better than I did, so I figured that maybe she could act as an ambassador sometime for me or something. However, this conversation did give me a little bit of a revelation of how kind Kayla can be. Kayla admitted that she had a crush on Shawn too, but she said she wouldn’t do anything to sabotage my chances and she would be an ambassador if I ever wanted it. I just found it kind of weird that Kayla gave up that easily.

It was about nine in the evening, when I decided to change for the night. I knew Kayla and I were going to be staying up for a while but I knew her parents went to sleep about ten, since they were both teachers at the high school, and they were still working at the school coming up with lesson plans and whatever else teachers did. I grabbed my backpack and went upstairs to their only full bathroom, and I ran into Mrs. King on the way upstairs and chatted with her a little bit before resuming my path to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and then stripped completely to take a shower. Looking down at my naked body triggered my dirty mind, and the conversation Kayla and I had earlier about Shawn got me really horny. I set the shower to hot, and stepped in but before washing myself, I closed my eyes and visualized in my mind how Shawn would react to seeing my naked body and what he would do to me. It was pure ecstasy, I had never really deeply thought about this before but I thought to myself “He could do anything to my body that he wanted to. I wouldn’t care, well within reason of course. I mean if he wanted me to cut myself or something I would draw the line there, but other than that I was his own personal sex toy. I pictured him picking me up and laying me on my bed, kissing me lovingly on the lips. After lingering on those for a while he would move to my breasts. When I got to this part, in the shower, my hand instinctively went down to my pussy as I inserted my middle finger. Back in my thoughts, he looked up at me with a sneer and put his tongue on the very outer edges of my right tit. He made large circles with his tongue just on this outer edge, as he traced the same pattern on my left boob with his index finger. I moaned out a little bit, but not too loud as to confuse anybody, as I continued to push in and pull my finger out of my pussy. I no longer cared about the shower as my left hand moved to my left boob. I simulated his movements with my finger, occasionally rubbing my nipple between my index finger and thumb even though my imagination had not gotten there yet. He would do this over the whole surface of my boob teasing me, my desire for him to get to my areola and sensitive nipple.

I had added another finger to my pussy and I could feel the wetness from the shower, and myself, when my imagination got to my areola. He licked the right one over and over, never touching my nipple with his tongue, as he continued to trace along the left areolae with his finger also never touching the nipple with his finger. Occasionally, Shawn would suck on the sensitive pink skin around my nipple, and he would lightly twist the skin on my left boob with his index finger and thumb. I reenacted the action with my fingers and I got goose bumps all over despite the warmness of the shower. Finally, he got to the part that I wanted Shawn to get to, my nipples. Shawn once again looked up at me with a sexy smirk as he stuck out his tongue and flicked my right nipple before licking the sensitive nub. Unlike what he had previously been doing, or what I was making him do, he took my left nipple between his thumb and index finger and rubbed that, as I did, while he licked my right nipple. My imagination was sending rushes of ecstasy throughout my whole body, I was getting so wet! Continuing with his acts, he finally took the nipple in his mouth and he sucked on it. He varied the force of it sucking my nipple gently at first, and then sucking it a bit harder. Every now and then he would lightly gnaw on it and when he did this he would pinch my left nipple which would make me shudder. I pinched my own nipple but since I didn’t have a very high pain threshold, I stopped as I didn’t want to hurt myself and just continued to rub it.

I was moaning out his name in my mind, and he stopped sucking my nipple and looked up at me and said “Catherine.” What really surprised though was I actually heard the words Catherine but it was in Kayla’s voice. I then heard her knocking on the door “Catherine, are you all right? Does it really take you fifteen minutes to take a shower?” Kayla asked.

“No, I was just visualizing how my first day of high school would be. I’ll be right out.” I didn’t want to lie to my best friend but it would be kind of awkward, to me, if I told her what my naughty mind had actually been visualizing. I didn’t notice until I looked at the tub, that I had orgasmed, due to my white liquid remnants on the tub floor. I’m still not sure if it was because I was in the shower or that I was so entranced by my fantasy that I didn’t notice it. I made sure to wash my cum down the drain and wash my pussy and inner thighs of my juices, then I turned the shower off. Before I went downstairs, I decided to comb my hair, it went down about one third of my back six years ago. I admired it in the mirror because I always loved it when my hair looked all stringy and wet before it all melded into one mass. I then put my bathroom stuff away and took out my canary yellow pajamas for the night and put all my clothes that I had worn for the day, excluding my bra, in the backpack. I didn’t wear my panties that I had worn that day, which were sky blue like my shirt, because if I had the opportunity, I wanted to finish my visualization downstairs.

As I went downstairs, I saw Kayla in front of the television playing “The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.” I’ve known for a long time she was a gamer girl but I never was much of one but that was fine. If she was too engrossed in that, it would give me a chance for Shawn to have his chance of orally pleasuring my other breast, even though I was imagining it. I plopped down on the black couch that I usually slept on and just covered myself with a pink blanket since it was always cold in Kayla’s basement even though it was finished. While I heard the common Zelda theme being played, I closed my eyes and moved my right hand inside my pajama bottoms. I inserted my index and middle fingers into my pussy very easily since it had already been soaking wet from my actions in the shower.

As I visualized again it was like the experience hadn’t been interrupted at all as Shawn was still licking on the outer perimeters of my left breast, while he traced my right breast with his index finger. All during this time, I was pumping in and pulling my fingers out of my pussy. Even though I’m sure you want excruciating details, I’ll skip on that as he just did the same experience he did when he was performing oral on my right breast, and using his fingers on my left. Needless to say, I was getting very wet visualizing this. I was rubbing my pussy with my hand getting the juices and rubbing them on my flat stomach and inner thighs. When Shawn was done having his fill of my left nipple, he traced his tongue between my breasts, licked up towards my neck and eventually to my lips. Instead of just kissing me right away, he traced his tongue along my bottom lip moving to the top lip, just tantalizing me driving me crazy. He finally decided to pucker his lips and kiss me. I didn’t even hesitate a second when he stuck his tongue out to part my lips. Our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths, neither of us missing an inch of the other’s mouth. Even though I wanted the kiss to last forever, Shawn broke away, went to my neck and started tracing with his tongue again. He once again traced down my chest between my breasts. He stopped there for a minute and pinched my nipples once before heading down again. He got to my belly button, and licked inside it which if I wasn’t self-conscious about Kayla hearing me, I would have giggled out loud. He finally got to the part I wanted him to. He traced his tongue along what little pubic hair I had and he was just about to eat me out when I felt a very cool sensation from my waist down…and this was not my imagination.

I opened my eyes, and in a state of panic the blanket was off of me, on the floor, and my pajama bottoms were off of me too and they were nowhere to be found. I was scared that Kayla would see me with all this wetness dripping on the couch. I looked at the television and all I saw was the pause screen and not Kayla. I quickly drank up the puddle I was forming, and picked up the blanket covering my bottom half. I walked over to where my backpack was, to put on some pants, but my backpack was gone too! It was then that I noticed that there was a light on, besides the television, in Mark’s room. Mark is Kayla’s brother and his room was in the basement before he moved off to college. I found it kind of strange that there would be a light on in Mark’s room but, despite it being kind of weird, I was hoping that he might have left something in his room that I could put on while I searched the house for my pajama bottoms or my backpack. Still holding the blanket around my waist, I opened Mark’s door slowly and as soon as I was completely inside, the door shut behind me! My left wrist was grabbed and pinned above me and my right arm was pinned by my side, and I soon felt someone kiss me deeply with a lot of passion. It all went by so quickly but considering how horny I was from thinking about Shawn, I let the blanket fall down and closed my eyes not resisting. When my secret admirer, finally broke the kiss I opened my eyes and it was Kayla…naked! She smiled at me and said “You’re probably wondering where your clothes are, aren’t you?”

Comments and constructive criticism would be appreciated.
Komodo Jones

soldier8998

04-30-2009, 08:06 PM

please keep going komodo my gf and i r loving every second of it. and shes now really "ermm" if ya catch my drift. please upload more if ya got. thx.

Elin0553

04-30-2009, 08:54 PM

wow. just. wow. thats all I have to say!! I love it!! :)

Now i'm playing with myself...and my sisters accross the room...

;cause im hard core like that!

molten man

05-02-2009, 02:09 PM

nice nicE!! keep it going..

Komodo Jones

06-01-2009, 04:41 PM

Hey everybody, sorry I haven't updated in a while. Let me tell you what's going on, I had promised a story for somebody else and I told her that I would finish that before I even started working on this again. I really enjoyed writing that story for her whether it will end up on the Internet is up to her but I just finished her story, so I will be able to start up on this again. I am hoping to get Chapter 3 up before finals next week but if I can't I should have some free time afterwards to work on the next chapters. Just giving you a heads up on why I haven't updated in a while.

molten man

06-04-2009, 02:58 AM

no problem man..

Take your time!!

Komodo Jones

06-20-2009, 08:03 PM

Hey guys sorry it took so long for the update but it's finally here. I will say that this particular chapter may look very familiar to many other stories on this website, but it is completely from my mind and not plaigarized. I'm not quite sure how the story will completely pan out right now but I can assure you that this common theme in many of the stories on here may surprise you in some ways. There will be a montonous form later in the story but, it's kind of hard to not make it monotonous. But enough of my ramblings, hope you enjoy Chapter 3.
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I was caught completely off guard as I didn’t expect to see a naked Kayla asking me if I wanted to know where my clothes were. I was awestruck by her incredible beauty. I had never thought this way of a girl before…ever, and I think seeing her may have been the turning point of when I became bi-curious; I wouldn’t turn fully bisexual until later. All I could say was that clothes did not do her justice. Even though I had seen her a million times before I had never seen her naked and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her shaven pussy and her dark areola and perky tan nipples. Kayla noticed that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She smirked and said, “Do you like what you see Catherine?”

I shook myself out of shock, “Kayla, I don’t know what’s going on but I can’t find my clothes, you said you know where they are?”

Kayla looked off to the side, “Maybe I do, then again maybe I don’t.”

“Well, help me find them!” I pleaded with her.

Kayla looked at me and asked, “Now why would I do that? It would pretty much defeat the purpose of me taking them and hiding them from you.”

“Why the h-e double hockey stick did you do that for!?” I said it this way because I didn’t use profanity then and didn’t want to use the word hell out of context. I was angry about this but yet I was kind of turned on at the same time.

Kayla walked towards me and pinned me up against the door again. She leaned in close so that our noses were touching and she looked straight in my eyes. She stared into them for a little while, I was trying to look away but something about her glare paralyzed me. She smiled and said, “Aren’t you so cute Catherine; trying to put on a façade that you’re angry with me. Your eyes say different than what you’re acting, because I know you really want what I have to offer.”

I gulped, because I truly had no idea what she was talking about. “What do you mean what you have to offer?” I inquired.

“Catherine, are you really so naïve? This sleepover was supposed to be congratulations to you coming to high school. Do you honestly think I needed to throw this since your valedictorian in your class? Sure we had some fun before my real intention on why I held this slumber party. This is your initiation into high school. In short…”Kayla paused, “you are going to be my slave for at least the next four years of your life.” I looked at Kayla confused; I had no idea what she meant by being her slave. I mean does that mean like I do her chores and homework for her or what. She saw that I had no idea what she was talking about and she said, “Let me be more specific, you are going to be my sex slave for at least the next four years. I will use you sexually however I please, your body will belong to me and your main purpose in life will be to serve and please me.”

I was totally in shock, I can’t believe that Kayla wanted me to become a sex slave for her, let alone I didn’t even know she was bisexual…at least I’m assuming she was and that her saying she liked Shawn as well was not a front. I was actually getting really turned on about the idea of being her “property” but I wasn’t too sure about the idea. “And if I refuse?” I asked.

Kayla smirked and said, “Then you can explain to my parents in the morning why you are naked from the waist down. I have possession of your clothes and your backpack, and I will not give them back to you until you agree to be my pet.”

Now since I’m a smart girl, I could obviously think of numerous ways to get out of this situation. As soon as I got up, I could tell Mr. and Mrs. King that Kayla stole my backpack and bottoms. I also knew that my bottoms and backpack were somewhere in the house, or at least around it, and I could search high and low for them and hopefully find them. I also knew that Mr. and Mrs. King, although a little embarrassed to see me half-naked, would not let me leave without any pants on. All of these plans were so simple one of them had to work but I found myself being intrigued by the thought of being a sex slave to my best friend Kayla. I was so confused I mean I wanted to keep my innocence, since the most I had ever done, sexually, was masturbate to the thought of Shawn numerous times, but yet I felt myself being drawn to Kayla as I knew that I would become more experienced in a sexual lifestyle. After mulling it around in my mind for a while I finally came to a decision.

“OK, I guess I have no choice but to be your sex slave, Kayla.”

Kayla smiled, “Good I’m glad to hear you say that, but just to make sure you are not saying this just to get your clothes back, take off your bra and shirt.” I did so and she took them from me. She walked out of her brother’s room and then about a minute later she returned empty-handed. Apparently she had taken all my clothes and hidden them from me. I felt very vulnerable yet extremely excited that I was actually doing this. “Now if you want your clothes back, you’re going to have to earn them. I already have some tasks that I want you to do for me tonight, and if you perform them well enough and are very obedient I will give your clothes back. But before, we do anything else, we need to discuss limits. Depending on your limits will determine what tasks of mine you can do tonight. I already have three limits for you and there are things I would never make you do. Three of your limits are going to be, no drawing blood, nothing extremely illegal, and no bestiality. Now as your mistress, I am only allowing you to pick three limits besides my own. Anything else you don’t say is fair game, so what are three things you would never do for me. Oh and one more thing to keep in mind, I can revoke any of these limits if I don’t think they’re good or if they interfere with my plans.”

This took me quite a while as I had to live up to her expectations because there were so many things I didn’t want her to do to me but there were more things that I did want her to do to me. After sorting through all the options in my mind I came up with poop, telling anyone we know about my submission, and no permanent marks.

Kayla looked at me and said, “You sure that those are your three limits slave, because once you say yes, you cannot change them…ever.” I nodded my head yes and a sneer came across her face. “Accepted,” then she mouthed another word but I couldn’t tell what it was because she barely moved her lips. “First things first though.” Kayla, even though she was shorter than me grabbed my hair and gently forced me to the ground on my knees before her. I felt so small being underneath her but I felt exhilaration at the same time that I was actually doing an act that I never in my wildest dreams would ever think of doing. Kayla looked down at me and said, “As my slave, you will need to follow a couple of rules.” She took out a piece of paper that she had put on her brother’s bed. She stated, “I’m not asking for acknowledgement if you accept these either because as my slave you don’t really have a choice. If you have concerns with any of these rules, we will discuss them later, whenever I say you get the chance. For the time being just listen, be quiet, and stay on your knees.”

“Rule, number one, whenever speaking to me you are to call me Mistress, even if it’s at a public place such as the mall or school. You only get the privilege to call me Kayla if you’re talking to someone else or if I give you permission. Is that understood slave?”

I nodded but apparently that was good enough for her as she glared at me. I started to put my head down in a state of submission but Kayla soon put her hand underneath my chin and lifted it up so I looked in her eyes and I said, “Yes, mistress.” Kayla very lightly slapped my right face cheek.

“Good girl. I just wanted you to say it, to make sure you understood. Rule number two, whenever your parents are not home or when you are with me, you do not have the privilege of wearing clothes. I will allow you to wear clothes at school, and places like that but other than that nothing, and it’s good to see that you’re obeying that rule now…not that you really had a choice in the matter.”

“Rule number three, you will only dress in what I tell you to wear, I will text you every morning with your instructions. If I don’t tell you or if I won’t be at school because I’m sick or some other reason, don’t expect any reprieve; because I expect you to wear what you think I want to see you in. I will bring extra clothes for you just in case, if what you’re wearing is not up to my standards on these days.” I had a pretty good idea on what she would pick out for me. Kayla, I mean Mistress, had a look in her eyes that said she was going for slut, so I assumed I would be wearing very revealing clothes but still somewhat decent enough to follow the school’s dress code. I also knew that she had the ability to do this since she had been over to my house several times and she must have taken note of my whole wardrobe.

“Rule number four, your privileges for wearing underwear are now revoked. From now on you are not allowed to wear panties, thongs, g-strings, or any underwear of any kind, excluding bras. Next time you come over, I expect you to pack every pair of your underwear you have and give it to me so that you won’t be tempted to disobey me. Also I will check under your clothes every day to make sure that you are not disobeying me, just in case if you decide to keep some from me.” I was correct in my thinking, as this rule also seemed to point towards slut.

“Rule number five, every day, you will have one or both of the following inside you.” When she said this she pulled a six inch silver vibe out with a wireless remote control so that she could control it. She also pulled out a small pink butt plug that was four inches long and two inches wide at it’s widest point. “Also don’t think that these are the only toys you’ll be limited to.” I was kind of confused on how she got these toys since like me she was a minor. I decided not to think about it too much though as it was the just the way things were going to be and I needed to pay attention as to make sure not to miss any rules my mistress was giving me.

“Rule number six, from now on you are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission.” I kind of looked at Mistress in shock how did she now that I masturbated and cummed. “Oh don’t look so surprised slave,” Mistress said, “you think I didn’t watch you for a little bit while I took your pajama bottoms?” I felt kind of foolish that I forgot about the fact that I had been so caught up in masturbating, that I only stopped once I realized my bottoms were gone. I was also kind of surprised that I forgot about the fact that I was completely naked. I guess I was just getting comfortable to the feeling.

“Rule number seven, as my slave you will now realize that your body is my property, in theory it is not really yours. And since your body is now my property, I will use it however I desire provided that it does not cross any of your limits or does not provide any threat to it.” When Mistress said it does not cross any of your limits, it reminded me of when she mouthed something, I had stopped trying to decipher, what that word or phrase was as I had been listening too intently to the guidelines I were to be following with my new life. I had forgotten what her lips looked like when she mouthed it so I was not able to continue to decode it.

“Rule number eight, going hand in hand with rule number seven, and since you’re a smart girl, you know since now you’re my slave your main purpose is life is to please me.”

“Rule number nine, since your main purpose in life is to please me, you are not allowed to have any romantic or sexual experiences with anyone but your mistress. And don’t think this doesn’t include your thoughts while masturbating, because it does. Consider it a privilege that I even let you masturbate when you want to, and I expect you to tell me if you thought of anything else. Because if you don’t and I find out, you will be punished worse than if you told me up front.” I knew this was going to be a very hard challenge for me because I masturbated constantly and had always thought of Shawn. From now on, I had to always think of Mistress while my hands and fingers were running over my breasts, pussy, clit, and occasionally my ass. I didn’t want to as I feared I would get in trouble but I would ask her about being a little more lenient on this, and I also knew I couldn’t fake it as she would know if I lied. If you remember me saying we kind of have a telepathic connection almost.

“And finally rule number ten, along with what you’re wearing for the day, I will also text you and e-mail you commands that you are to follow. With every command I give you, you are to take pictures or videos to show me that you really did them. I know you don’t have any way to take these pictures or videos yet but I have already resolved this matter as you will find out later.”

“Now do you accept all of these rules? How silly, of me why am I asking you, of course you do. Even if you said no, I’d make you say yes eventually. It would take some work but I’m pretty sure I could force you to say yes.”

Mistress really sounded kind of devious when she said this. It was still a weird feeling that I was so comfortable being naked in front of my attractive mistress who was naked as well. I did have concerns with some of her rules, mostly rules number two and number six. I wanted to say something, but I knew that it wasn’t my place as she hadn’t given me permissions to express my concerns yet.

While I was thinking these things Mistress pushed me down so that I was on all fours. She looked down at me, “Now only one thing to do before we start your official training. Close your eyes for a surprise.” I can say that I was not too comfortable about closing my eyes while being in the same room as my mistress, who had just assumed this role ten minutes ago. There was just a presence of deviousness around her that made me not trust her as much as my mistress, as I had trusted her as my friend. Soon I felt something around my neck and I thought Mistress was trying to choke me after I had offered to become her slave. Shortly after, I could breathe so she wasn’t choking me but what was this on my neck? “You can open them now slave.” I opened my eyes but couldn’t really see my neck to see what was on it. Mistress handed me a small hand mirror and I saw that she had put a sky blue collar on me that wrapped around my neck snugly. It was made out of leather and it had two tags on it and a ring in the back. One of the tags was rectangular the ring passing through the wide side so that the rectangle was vertical. The black rectangle had a black K on it dotted with silver rhinestones and a metallic gold outline.

The other tag was a red heart and engraved in it was “Slave Catherine, Property of Mistress Kayla.”

“I hope you like it since sky blue is your favorite color. It’s just another symbol to show that you are mine, and it will be helpful in doing your first command for me.”

“What is that Mistress?” I asked.

Mistress formed an evil smile and just said “You’ll see now follow me, on all fours.” She left the room and walked up the stairs and I had no choice but to follow her so I crawled out of the bedroom and up the stairs on all fours following my mistress wondering what she had in store for me.
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As always feedback and constructive criticism is welcomed. Later on I will submit the rules in a list form as the form may have been kind of hard to follow as it was dialogued and stuck in between Catherine's thoughts.

anonimousbob

06-22-2009, 11:31 AM

I'm really enjoying this, great story, well written and properly punctuated. Can't wait for more :D

hot24guy

06-22-2009, 03:02 PM

Wow, great story. jeep up the great work. can't wait to read more of your story.

molten man

06-25-2009, 09:52 PM

Great story mate!!

Komodo Jones

06-30-2009, 03:17 PM

Sorry guys, no new post yet but the brainstorming has begun and I hope to start on it tonight. This is just a numerical posting of the rules that Catherine has to follow. It will be a little easiser to see what they are since I was not too happy with the clutter that seemed to arise in my writing style in the third chapter.

Catherine's Rules
1. Catherine at all times is to call Kayla, Mistress. There are only two exceptions to this rule. One is if Catherines is talking about Kayla to someone else, or if Kayla gives her permission.

2. Catherine is no longer allowed to wear clothes when at home when her parents are not at home. She also will be told whether she can wear clothes when she is with Kayla.

3. Kayla will text Catherine every morning telling Catherine what to wear. If Kayla is absent from school or does not text Catherine in the morning, Kayla will expect Catherine to know what Kayla wants to see her wearing. When Kayla is not absent and she does not text Catherine what to wear, she will bring extra clothes just in case Catherine's clothes selection doesn't match up to her expectations.

4. Catherine no longer has the privilige of wearing panties, thongs, g-strings or any other type of underwear except for a bra.

5. Every day Catherine is either to have a butt plug inside her ass, a vibe that has a remote control that Kayla will use whenever she sees fit, or both. Kayla may also use other toys later on.

6. Catherine can no longer cum unless Kayla gives her permission.

7. Catherine's body is now Kayla's property and she will use it in any way she sees fit as long as it is not put in any danger or it does not cross any of the limits.

8. Because Catherine is now Kayla's slave, Catherine's main purpose in life will be to please Kayla.

9. Catherine is not allowed to have sexual or romantic relations with anyone else but Kayla, and this also includes sexual or romantic thoughts during masturbation.

10. In addition to Cahterine's attire, Kayla will text and/or e-mail daily commands for Catherine to complete. And whenever she does one of these commands, Catherine must take pictures or videos to prove that she did it.

Any of these rules could be borken, but only if Kalya says so, otherwise Catherine is forced to follow them.
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Thanks for the positive feedback everybody, and glad to see you're enjoying the story!

molten man

07-02-2009, 11:04 PM

Nice one............

Komodo Jones

07-26-2009, 10:31 AM

Hey everybody the way the fourth chapter is going right now in it's unfinished form it's five pages in a Word document so I will be splitting it into two parts and this is the first of the two. Also before reading this I would ask you to read the bottom of the story underneat the line once you are finished I have something important I need to say there. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: A Walk to Remember

As I crawled on all fours up the carpeted stairs, I was slightly nervous as if for some reason Mr. or Mrs. King would see me naked being led by Kayla and having to explain that she was my mistress. Not only would I be screwed but so would Kayla. However, my mistress didn’t seem worried at all as she just waited for me at the top of the stairs. Once I got up there she motioned silently with her index finger to follow her. She led me to her outside porch and led me down the two short stairs to the much more rough green carpet of the patio.

“Stay here slave,” Kayla said, “I’ll be right back.” She went inside and closed the sliding glass door to the outside of her house behind her. Here I was outside naked, on all fours on her porch. It wasn’t really what many people would call a place to relax and have conversations though. It seemed more like a garage because of it’s unwelcoming setup. The only factors that assured anyone that it was not a garage was that the backyard with the trampoline was easily visible and accessible, and the fact that there actually was a garage attached to the house and this was not it.

After a while Kayla returned in some jeans, a red shirt, and some gray sandals. I could not tell if she was wearing panties or not but it was evident she was wearing a bra as I could see the thin outline of it through her shirt. Along with this she also had a small gray drawstring backpack, but it was not the one that contained my clothes. She reached into the backpack and took out a chain that was about four feet long. She attached one end to my collar and put a leather loop on the other end which she held in her right hand. It made the image seem like I was a dog, and truly made me feel like her “pet.” She sneered insidiously and said, “Time for your first area of training slave, puppy play. We’re going to go for a short walk, and you will be on all fours the whole time and I expect you to keep up with my pace otherwise you’ll be punished. Oh and don’t worry, I have used the old trick of putting pillows under the blankets so if my parents look, chances are they will believe we’re still there. Let’s go.” With that she yanked hard on my chain and I started to walk on all fours next to her as we walked down her driveway into the darkness of her street. I got a chance to glance at my mistress’ watch while we walked and it was two in the morning.

“At least she picked a decent time when not many, if anybody, would be around,” I thought to myself. We crossed her street, Carson Avenue, to get to the other side then turned a right as she led me along a very long road, at least the length of a normal football field. She said this was puppy “play” training, but what I felt was degradation, humiliation, and pain training. I had never felt so ashamed and dirty before in my life and walking across asphalt and concrete on just my hands and knees really hurt. Even though I hadn’t entered puberty too long before this, I was extremely self conscious of my small developing boobs swinging back and forth and the wetness forming between my legs. I felt dirty in my mind, but my body was apparently enjoying this humiliation and the coolness of the night air as my perky nipples hardened.

As we walked along, well Kayla walked along as I crawled, we were halfway down the sidewalk and no one had passed by yet, pedestrian or driver. I thought this would probably not be so bad, well mentally at least as the palms of my hands and knees were still hurting from the tough asphalt. I was obviously wrong in this thought as before we got to the end of the street five cars passed by. Of course my mistress wanted to humiliate me so she made me walk on the left side of her so that she was not obstructing my completely naked body in any way. Two of the cars passed by, but there was no response, probably on their cell phones or too focused on the road. Or maybe they did see me but didn’t say anything. However the other three cars that passed were greeted with wolf whistles out the windows and honking. I was nervous as I was afraid the honking would wake up some people and they would exit their abodes to see what was going and see a naked, leashed me crawling along next to Kayla. However, I also had a sense of pride in me as that even though I was very young; I was able to attract attention from guys obviously older than me.

I was just about ready to think that becoming Kayla’s sex slave was the best thing that ever happened in my life, but then something happened that would change my mind…temporarily at least. One last car drove on the street before we got to the end of it, however instead of speeding past us, it slowed down and stopped right were Kayla and I were. I was frightened as I didn’t know anything about this vehicle or who the people inside it were, as the bold red car had tinted windows which only showed their silhouettes. The driver’s side window along with the back window on the driver’s side were rolled down and I saw that there were three guys, aging somewhere around eighteen to twenty in the car. I couldn’t see many of their features as it was dark and there were no real streetlights around. I didn’t know if they would try to take advantage of us young girls so with what range I had I cowered behind Kayla.

The driver looked at my naked body then locked eyes with Kayla. With a mischievous smile he said to Kayla, “Awww what a cute pet you have there. She’s very pretty.” Despite his warmth in saying this I still didn’t trust him or any of his buddies.

Kayla was cautious too as she said, “Thank you, she likes to hear compliments and I am very proud to have her as a pet.”

“Can she do any tricks?” the guy in the passenger seat said going along with the joke of me being a pet.

Kayla replied, “I don’t know, I just got this pet today, but I have high hopes for her.” I was kind of shocked that Kayla was actually conversing with these guys that she didn’t even know. She wasn’t trying to run away and didn’t even seem nervous. These guys could be rapists or murderers. Who knew what their pasts hid even though their histories were less than twenty years?

The driver spoke again, “I see, I know you just got her today, but do you know if she likes to play?” Now this kind of ticked me off but I didn’t show it on my sleeves if I was wearing sleeves. I was also kind of disgusted, not to say that the guys in the car weren’t attractive because they were. It just angered me that these guys would have in their vulgar minds the thought of me “playing” with anyone. Obviously, some people would think of it as an innocent question, but with his certain inflection and emphasis on the word play, I knew he meant it in a sexual sense.

I was still cowering behind Kayla and I expected her to blow him off after this question but she said, “Yes, she does like to play,” and then stopped her sentence there. I breathed a sigh of relief as she had cancelled the conversation there. I felt safe knowing that she would not hand me over to these guys as a sex toy. After all, if I were to have any relations with these guys that would be breaking the ninth rule that she had given me; no sexual or romantic relations with anyone but my mistress. However, I thought too soon as Kayla looked down at me with a sneer and then back at the guys and said, “Would you like to ‘play’ with my pet?” putting emphasis on the word play the same as the guy.

Simultaneously all jaws dropped except for Kayla’s whose lips were still locked in an insidious smile. The guys were taken aback at this offer as was I, as I wasn’t aware that I may be placed in a situation in where I would appear as a slut. I knew that Kayla had been indicating at this with some of her rules, but I didn’t think it would come to this. I then tried to think positively, maybe she was just messing with their heads, tantalizing them with what they couldn’t have, saying “too bad,” if they said yes. I kept on leaning on the ninth rule as my savior. After about five seconds, the driver couldn’t summon any words but managed to nod in a yes motion to the offer of “playing” with me. I wasn’t too worried as I knew Kayla wouldn’t be as sadistic to hand my naked body over to these three strangers to do with me as they pleased, no way she could be that cruel. Or at least that’s what I thought until Kayla said “OK, my pet is yours to play with for an hour.”

All our jaws were agape again, but this time the guys’ jaws closed much quicker as they realized they had just got a naked me to play with for an hour. I saw the guys slapping each other high fives in the car but Kayla interjected by saying, “But there are a few conditions if you want to use my pet.”

Kayla waited for the guys to settle down and then the driver of the car said, “Sure name them.”

“First off I need to speak to my pet, see if she has anything to say of the matter.” Kayla crouched down to where I was and whispered, “Is it ok, if you pleasure these men for an hour?”
I glared at her with tear-stained eyes of fright and said, “Mistress, how could you do such a thing leaving my naked body with three strangers. I don’t want to do it, besides it breaks the ninth rule you gave me.”

Kayla grabbed me by the chin and said, “Well it doesn’t really matter if you want to do it or not, because your body is my property and if I choose to let some people borrow it so be it. I am revoking the ninth rule for this particular experience. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you that will put you in danger, I promise, I have my ways.”

“Bu-“ I started to say before Kayla clamped her hand over my mouth.

Kayla glared at me and said, “You’re going to show these boys a good time, or so help me you will be punished severely when we get back to my place.” Kayla stood back up and walked over to the driver’s side door. “OK my pet has fully agreed to play with you but, if I let you borrow something of mine, I will need collateral in exchange. Give me your wallets.” The boys quickly reached into their pockets and handed their wallets over to Kayla. My mistress checked the contents she seemed pleased. “OK, two things,” Kayla started to say, “I am an honest owner of my pet and I would not use this against you but I notice you all have credit cards give me your PINs, just to make sure you don’t do anything to my pet that I would not approve of. Secondly, I notice that each of you have at least twenty dollars in your possession. If you give me twenty dollars each, I’ll let you play with my pet an extra hour.”

Before I even realized what was happening, the boys affirmed to both of these offers and surrendered their PINs and twenty dollars each. It was one thing when I was being a slut to these boys, but now I was becoming a whore and my pimp was staring down at me, proudly but with a sense of evil that just seemed to outline her as she put the wallets and pieces of paper that the PINs were on into her backpack.

“OK, now before I surrender my pet to you for two hours, let me discuss a few rules with you.” Kayla stated. “If your break any of these rules, and my pet will tell me if you do, and I’ll know if she’s lying or not, I will throw your asses in jail so fast it will make your heads spin, because my dad is a cop.” I knew Kayla’s father was a teacher and she knew that too but I was hoping that my three soon to be users for two hours would believe her bluff.

“Rule number one,” Kayla continued, “she is a pet and therefore she must be treated like one. She is not allowed to speak, she must be on all fours at all times unless you move her, in short she can’t stand on her hind legs yet. She must also be treated like a pet with love and care, like I love and care for her.”

“Rule number two, you may play with her however you wish with a few exceptions. You cannot put my pet in any danger, extremely hurt her, or ask her to do anything illegal. Also she enjoys bones but not in her pussy, anywhere else is fine.” I found this to be embarrassing as she was continually using metaphors that related to me being a true pet.

“Rule number three, you will have her back here exactly two hours from now, the minute she crawls into your car. If you don’t have her back by then I will charge you one dollar a minute.”

“And finally rule number four, my pet only likes to play in public places, so you will play with her on the front steps of the junior high school. Do you accept these terms?”

The boys nodded their heads and with that confirmation, Kayla opened the back driver’s side door and handed the leash over to the guy in their back seat and I had no choice but to crawl in the car. The door shut and Kayla said to the driver, “Make sure to introduce yourself before you use her.” She winked at me and then the windows were rolled up and I looked at her through the back window as we drove to the junior high school and she started walking towards her house.
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OK my disclaimer, first of all I will say this is not how I treat my slaves, nor do I think that any of them should be treated, which is why this is fiction. Also I do realize that age difference is going to be a main concern. The next part of Chapter 4 should be finished soon. As always comments and constructve criticism is welcome.

Lovesfundares

07-26-2009, 11:36 AM

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

IM SO HAPPY and my only comment for this would be to post faster and keep writing. and we know your a good master gawsh .

komodo for the win =P

In Jess's holes

07-27-2009, 04:53 AM

OH MY GOD that is so hot! lol Your are awesome Komodo!!

xoxo

dman4life

07-30-2009, 11:40 AM

Your style of writting is very good if not great. Reading the story puts me right there as if I were the slave. I like how you detail breifly so as to not lose my attention and keep things going smoothly, not to fast yet not at all slow; a perfect pace.

I look forward to reading more.

Komodo Jones

09-06-2009, 09:03 AM

Sorry guys no new installments yet but it is still in the works. The reason for the delay is, I am really worried about this next installment as I'm trying to make it detailed enough to capture interest but not overtly detailed to repel interest. It's been a while since I've written something of this genre. Also installments may begin to dwindle, in the time they're posted, more than they have been since this Tuesday I will be going back to college and I will no doubt have to write some things of an academic nature since I am taking a writing short stories class. However, that does not mean that the story is over. I still plan to continue writing it. Also once again I would like to thank you guys for the comments it's really encouraging and keeps me inspired to keep writing my first ongoing erotica.

theone

09-06-2009, 05:08 PM

Komodo Jones

09-06-2009, 05:29 PM

Good story Komodo Jones, well written and I think you are wise to add the disclaimer to indicate that you yourself don’t advocate their treatment and that the story is pure fiction.

I have read the story so far in its entirety, just now. As its quite late here and I’m a bit tired, I may have missed something but just want to confirm one thing and that is the age of Catherine Xardin.
Story starts when Catherine Xardin is 21 then jumps back 3 years (21-3=18) and then takes another jump back from then of 6 years (18-6=12). Making Catherine Xardin 12! You do say that she is just passed puberty so that makes that age about right.

Again I think you are wise to make the statement “I realize that age difference is going to be a main concern” in your disclaimer.” Maybe you should refer to this disclaimer again when appropriate. Just a suggestion.

The puberty part may not be enitrely accurate and at the very beginning I did say there may be some screw ups and this would be one of them. If she's about to go into high school, provided that this story takes place in the United Sates, which it does she would either be anywhere from 13-15. Obviously I'm leaning more towards the younger side for two main reasons. One, she is validictorian in her school which leads one to believe that she was put in school early, much like myself instead of going in at the normal age. And two, that's the way I visualized it otherwise I would not put an age disclaimer. So even though the age is kind of ambiguos I would say she is 13, and will turn 14 sometime in her freshman year of high school. But I will say she is definitely not 12, that would be too young for my tastes. Granted that's only a year difference. But to clarify, for your imagination she is somewhere between late 13 or early 15.

Ikona

09-24-2009, 03:06 AM

I was just wondering if their was going to be a next chapter? I would really like to see the next one. It sounds like it would be great.

Komodo Jones

11-02-2009, 10:04 AM

Hey everybody working on two stories and schoolwork and stuff but the way things are going right now, Chapter 4 is actually going to be a trilogy not a two-parter. The second part is very close to being done so I'm hoping to get it checked and posted within the week.

molten man

11-10-2009, 10:51 PM

Keep it going Komodo!

Komodo Jones

04-10-2010, 08:39 PM

Hey everybody I'm back, temporarily for the time. I haven't been working on this story in my time of absence but I am thinking of bringing it back up so hopefully my next installment will be here before June.

timetoshine

04-11-2010, 01:49 AM

defiantly subscribing. amazing story. keep it going.

Komodo Jones

04-22-2010, 07:28 PM

Hey faithful readers, sorry for the long wait, but I am back with the second installment of this long chapter. It is going to be in trilogy style, as there is going to be a third part as well. The reason for this is that because right now the second part is six pages long in a word document, and I don't want it to be too long nor keep you waiting any longer. So without any further adieu, I give you the second part of Chapter 4. As always comments and constructive criticism is welcomed. Enjoy!
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Chapter 4: A Walk to Remember (Part 2)

Even though the junior high school was only two right turns away from where we stopped and very close to Kayla’s house. I was terrified, nervous, and felt completely ashamed even though I felt like this was not my fault since Kayla put me into this situation. However as I was on all fours in the back seat of the car the wetness between my legs seemed to be telling me that even though my mind resisted I really wanted this.

On the short drive to the junior high school the boys introduced themselves. The driver was named Alex and he had short gelled brown hair and green eyes. He was skinny and pretty tall but he was still well built.

The person in the passenger’s seat was named Samuel. He had slightly longer dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was shorter than Nick and looked to be a little more out of shape than Nick but he was still attractive. The way that his hair hung past his shoulders and just kind of looked ragged gave him the look of a rock star.

The boy in the back with me, who was rubbing my right nipple between his thumb and index finger was named Nick and was the most attractive, in my opinion, of the three men. He had jet black hair and brown eyes. It was evident that this guy exercised and that he liked to flaunt it as I could see his six-pack through his black muscle shirt.

Even though I still wasn’t the happiest about this experience, I tried to look at the positives. At least Kayla took all the precautions to ensure that I was safe and she made the rule of them not being able to stick any of their dicks in my pussy. I thought another good thing that she had done was that she picked out attractive guys not extremely obese or extremely old men. Granted, none of the three men were more handsome than Shawn, in my opinion.

After introducing themselves, we arrived at the place where they were going to have their way with me. I knew I was going to feel ashamed but it’s better to do what they say because if this was one of Kayla’s commands I didn’t even want to know what one of her punishments would be. When we arrived in front of the junior high school Nick stopped rubbing my nipple so that the other guys would not know that he had a little fun with my body before they even got a shot. The junior high entrance looked like the front of a temple almost and the junior high school was also where high school football games were held, soccer was held at the high school. There was a stretch of two sidewalks going up to the entrance and then three concrete steps going up to the entrance. There were maybe about five gray pillars that accentuated the entrance. I was hoping that if a car or someone happened to come by, even though it was not a busy street, granted it was 2:15 in the morning, they would hide my naked self behind one of the pillars.

They all opened the doors to the car and Nick took hold of my leash and led me out of the car. As they parked in the adjacent parking lot, all the men quietly closed their doors as to not raise too much suspicion of what was already going to happen. Nick handed the leash over to Samuel and proceeded to walk me up to the front steps. Alex arrived shortly later with about a four foot rope; I just hoped that they didn’t plan on leaving me here bound up or anything. I was correct, they were just making sure I wouldn’t try and escape, not that I didn’t have any real intention to, which is not to say that I wanted to be portrayed as the whore I was right now. I was just fearful of what Kayla would do to me if I did try to escape. Alex tied the rope around the handle of my leash and then tied the rope around the pillar to act as sort of a tether for me. I could move maybe around the pillar of a three foot radius but not much more so my tether was pretty far stretching.

All three men stood in front of me, and I could tell by the protruding bulges in the front of their pants that there were probably going to be no breaks for me in this two hour period. I was still completely nervous as I didn’t know who these men were or what they were going to do to me and my nervousness increased as Samuel placed a blindfold over me. Now for all I knew, my initial suspicion could be as wrong as they could just leave me here tied up, naked, and blindfolded. However I soon felt two hands on my small boobs kneading them gently, every now and then gently pinching my nipples. Shortly after, I felt a finger insert into my now sopping wet pussy. I lent out a gentle moan of pleasure as this happened and the finger proceeded to push in and out at a gentle pace. Then shortly after my pussy had been invaded, I felt another finger, this time it was wet, edge its way with some trouble into my anus. I let out a sharp gasp as this happened. Never before, had I ever experimented with my ass before; maybe a few spankings here and there, but never inside me. The finger in my ass moved slower than the finger in my pussy, as whoever was doing this wanted to make sure that my tight sphincter got used to the width of a finger. After a little while of edging, the finger in my ass was moving at the same speed and rhythm of the finger in my pussy and it kind of alternated. The finger in my wet snatch was pushed in as the finger in my anus was pulled out and as the finger in my anus was inserted back in the finger in my cunt was pulled out.

Here were three men, complete strangers, using my body something I never would expect to happen. It was weird though, a little while ago I was protesting this whole action, but now I was getting really excited about this and moaned out in pleasure to let the boys know I was enjoying their actions. All three main sensitive areas of my body were being pleasured, and my worries eased. The man who was fondling my breasts was a little rough with his kneading and pinching but not rough enough to make me hurt. The two men doing a finger version of double penetration were going at a slow and gentle pace. By the way these men were treating me, I didn’t feel in any real danger, but I still was a little wary as this was only their first activity. However, I still new that Mistress Kayla had my back and I trusted her with her promise that she wouldn’t put me in any danger.

Oddly enough the fingers in my two holes never moved any faster and were taken out of me after about three minutes of penetration. Remembering that I was a pet, rather than moan in disappointment that I was now empty I decided that I would whimper like a dog would. However, before I was able to, the fingers were replaced and were going at a faster pace. Also, someone was fondling my breasts but they were different hands. My only guess, as I was temporarily blinded, was that the men switched places. In addition to the fingers moving quicker, my breasts were being handled more roughly than before. I just figured that they would switch places one more time and handle me harder than these previous two times. Even though I was thinking forward, I was still caught up in the moment and felt so good being used however they wanted to use me. I was so caught up in ecstasy I would even let any of them stick their dick in my pussy and take my virginity. The only reason I didn’t say anything like that is because my mistress said it was off limits, for penises anyways, and she must have said it for a good reason. However, despite what she said I was imagining what it would be like if the guys had complete freedom and were filling up all three of my holes at the same time. I was quickly brought back to reality as the man on my tits pinched my nipples.

After about another three minutes the men switched one more time and just as I expected they were much rougher this time. My tits were being handled the same just with more ferocity and a lot more hard pinching than before on my areola and nipples. My pussy and ass, which had been considerably loosened were being pummeled with two fingers from each of the guys and there was no rhythm of in and out anymore between the two. They were just pushing in and pulling out as fast as they could. I was still moaning out in pleasure though. Before coming under the rules of Kayla I would often do the same with my tits and pussy on a daily basis to thoughts of Shawn. However, I was not allowed this privilege anymore so I just let the men continue to have their way with me, but it was very hard to think of anything else since I was blindfolded. It wasn’t too much longer after this last switch that I felt myself about to cum. The men hadn’t said anything to me since their introduction, so I wasn’t sure if I had permission to cum or not, and if I would receive a punishment if I did. My questions were soon answered as I let out a low moan as I sprayed my fluids all over the man’s fingers in my pussy. Shortly after my orgasm had subsided, the finger were soon withdrawn from my pussy and ass but the man who had been playing with my breasts continued with the same ferocity. Soon I felt an object against my mouth and obviously I took the action that the object wanted and opened my mouth. I felt two fingers go in there and a liquid glide down my tongue and into my gut. This must have been the man who had been fingering me and I was surprised that he was making me eat my own cum, as I thought for sure that he would want a taste for himself. However, I sucked his fingers off and like usual it was sweet. I had eaten my cum on numerous occasions just because I was curious. I didn’t do this every time as just looking at it sometimes was just enough to make me decline from the action. As soon as the two fingers were withdrawn from my mouth, another two fingers were replaced. Now this was a new sensation for me, as I assumed that these fingers were the ones in my ass, since the man on my breasts made no hesitation of stopping his actions. However, I toughened up and sucked the man’s fingers as well despite them being in my ass. I was actually surprised because it was not as bad as I thought it was. If there was any shit on his fingers I’m sure it would be disgusting but yeah, not as bad as I thought.

After sucking the man’s fingers and having them withdrawn the man on my breasts stopped fondling them and my blindfold was removed. As my eyes got adjusted to being able to see something besides black fabric I noticed that all the mens’ pants and underwear were down and I was staring face to face with three penises, all stiff as a flagpole. I had never been this close to a penis before. I had once accidentally, seen my brother’s penis but I tried to suppress that memory, I mean come on it’s my brother.

I waited for a while to see what they would do next, because I sure didn’t have a clue. I thought they were supposed to be using me, I was a little inexperienced naked girl with three penises in front of me. I had an idea of what to do with them, but I was afraid I might do something wrong. My tension was eased as Alex the man in front of me gently took the back of my head and pushed my head towards his dick. As his six inch member touched my lips I instinctively opened my mouth and let him stick his penis inside my wet mouth. I was hoping, an almost impossible wish, that Shawn would be the first penis to be inside my mouth, but right now after the slight fingering session, I was so caught up in heat that I didn’t care that a total stranger was inserting his hard half-a foot member inside my oral cavity.

Alex still had his hand on the back of my head and started bobbing my head up and down on it. Pulling my head until his tip hit the back of my throat and then pulling my head back so that his cock was almost completely out of my mouth before he pushed it back in. He was very slow at first, obviously thinking that I had never sucked a cock, or a cock-like object, and he was right but I soon developed a rhythm for sucking him. While I still was getting accustomed to this feeling of getting face-fucked, both of my hands were grabbed by Nick and Samuel; Nick grabbing my right, Samuel grabbing my left. Samuel placed my left hand around his cock and Nick followed suit placing my other hand around his cock, I could barely get my hand around Nick’s it was so big. Even though I still didn’t know exactly what I was supposed to do I figured that I should be doing with my hands what I was doing with my mouth and started stroking Nick and Samuel’s hard cocks with the same intensity that I was being face-fucked with.

After Alex had built up the intensity and speed of how he was pumping his cock in and out of mouth, and I was stroking the other men’s dicks with my hands, Alex let go of the back of my head and just let me give him a blow job. I felt like a total slut, being completely naked, a cock in my mouth, and my hands occupied with other two penises, but it was a good feeling in a way. I wasn’t too much worried any more that Kayla may be intent on turning me into a slut. That reminded me that these men only had two hours with me, which made me wonder how much time had passed. There wasn’t a clock anywhere and none of the men were wearing watches so I quickly shrugged the matter off and just decided to enjoy it. After a little bit I kind of got bored doing the same motion over and over with Alex’s penis. I decided to slow down my hand jobs, I was still stroking them, but I took Alex’s cock out of my mouth, and started licking his manhood instead of sucking it. I licked the whole length of the top of it, and then licked back on the vein-covered left side to the head. I went back down to the base on the right side and decided to orally pleasure his nuts as well. First I licked over the whole length of his hairy scrotum. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hairy otherwise I might have just gagged on the thing. Or even gotten a hairball, after all I was a pet. I just lightly chuckled in my mind as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue for a while like a piece of hard candy that you’re supposed to let melt in your mouth, except this one would never melt. I rolled it around in my mouth for a minute loving the fleshy taste and the scent of pure sex and excitement that was filling my nostrils. I then let the little sphere from my mouth, keeping my tongue on his scrotum before sucking the other one in my mouth rolling that around with my tongue as well. As I let that ball free from my mouth I kept my lips snared on his scrotum, I placed my left hand, taking it away from Samuel, on his hard dick lifting it up as I angled my head to take both of his balls and his whole scrotum in my mouth. It was a big fit, but I got it all in and savored the taste as I played with both of his balls and his sensitive sac with my tongue.

After I had got my fill of Alex’s sac I went back to his penis and started sucking in the same motion I had been doing only faster and I started stroking Nick and Samuel’s cocks faster as well. I stopped stroking for a little bit as Alex hit the back of my throat. I had never deep-throated before but I wanted to so I angled my head suppressed my gag reflex and took the whole thing down my throat. I coughed a few times as I was not used to having things down my throat but I got use to it very quickly and soon his whole cock was down my throat and my nose was nestled in his pubic hair. I wanted to get used to this so I could take Alex’s cock down my throat every time I sucked him and so that I could pleasure Nick and Samuel’s cock whom I figured their dicks would soon be in my mouth as well. I placed one hand under Nick and Samuel’s balls and just let them rest on my palms. I know they wanted me to stroke them and so did I but one thing at a time I thought. So while I cradled the balls of the two other men who had me for a while I took Alex’s manhood in and out of my throat letting it almost fall out of my mouth before taking it all the way back in again. I just figured this is what boys liked and with all three men had their eyes closed and Alex moaning lightly I figured I must be doing something right. As soon as I got adjusted to taking it down my throat quickly I went back to stroking Nick and Samuel with the same speed.

After a while of doing this I could feel Alex’s whole body stiffen up and I just figured he was going to cum. I didn’t mind swallowing my own cum, but another guy’s I wasn’t sure. I was right, as he suddenly let out a groan and a stream of warm liquid filled my mouth, not my throat. I wanted to taste him despite how disgusting it was, just to see what it was like. It was very bitter and repulsive. I wanted to spit it out but Alex kept his cock in my mouth to make sure I swallowed it He looked at my throat to make sure I swallowed. Tears were in my eyes as I didn’t want to swallow but I had no choice so I swallowed the disgusting gelatinous liquid down my throat and I felt it burn in my gut. I was still stroking Nick and Samuel fast and as Alex took his cock out of my throat I felt them stiffen up and they sprayed white streams all over my face and in my hair. I had never had a facial before but I didn’t seem to mind it that much though. It was definitely a lot better than having to swallow Alex’s load.

Alex and Samuel softened, but Nick was still hard. Alex looked at me and said “Did you enjoy sucking my cock , our pet?” I just nodded as I knew I was not supposed to speak as I was a pet. “Then you won’t mind sucking another one,” Samuel chimed in with a sneer. I was actually hoping for this because I wanted to suck all of these men off despite if their cum was disgusting, but maybe Nick and Samuel’s would be different. My slut mentality was really taking over as I had lost all of my inhibitions. Nick and Samuel played Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would get my mouth next. However, while they were deciding Alex had already taken my right hand and placed it around his cock and started moving my hand back and forth. My hands and arms were going to be tired as I know the other guy would want stroked too but I had no choice if I didn’t want to get in trouble with my Mistress. Oddly, I didn’t feel guilty enjoying these men despite me wanting to remain faithful to my Mistress even though she had excused some of my rules. Nick chose paper and Samuel picked scissors. So Samuel was the next one to inhabit my mouth.

Samuel’s cock was a little shorter than Alex’s but it was thicker. It was maybe about five and a half inches long and apparently he shaved his member as no hair dotted the thing. Samuel quickly grabbed locks of my hair and vigorously face-fucked me. He was a lot more rough and demanding than Alex had been and even though I could easily adjust to his width and length and take it down my throat, I didn’t like the fact that he was only satisfying himself rather than me too. He was pushing it with such force, that it was hurting the back of my throat. After a while, I got used to the brutality of his activities and I was a bit surprised that Nick hadn’t taken my free hand and making me stroke his member. I was forced to look at Samuel because of his rapid fucking but I blindly searched for Nick’s dick but to no avail. So I just kept on getting fucked by Samuel.

Samuel having been spent by my hand job I gave him earlier, came fairly quickly, and he did come down my throat a very small amount. Like Alex, he held the back of my head against his cock to make sure I swallowed all of his jism. Although, I couldn’t taste it since it was going down my throat and not in my mouth, I did feel it burn in my gut. I now had three kinds of cum in my stomach, Samuel’s, Alex’s, and my own and I’m pretty sure Nick was going to be adding his soon as well. As Samuel, withdrew his penis, Alex squirted a little from the rapid hand job I had been giving him and his white liquid landed on my heaving breasts.

I knew it was Nick’s turn for my mouth. I looked up and saw him looking at me with a smile on his face but unlike Samuel’s, his smile was somehow more comforting. In his eyes, I could see that he did value me as a person rather than just an object or a pet. However, the cock in his eyebrow did show me that he was up to something. He held a quarter in his hand and I didn’t know what was going on. He flipped it in the air and said, “Alex, call it.”

“Heads,” Alex quickly said. The coin landed on the air and I saw the sihlouette of Ohio, with an astronaut as the coin had landed tails. Apparently, Alex and Samuel were as confused as I was on what they were calling. Nick whispered to both of the guys and it was indistinguishable. Samuel nodded and ran back to the car not bothering to put his pants or boxers back on. When he returned, he had a small little bottle in his hand.

Samuel started squirting the liquid in the bottle on his now back alive manhood. Nick instead of having me on my knees laid me on the ground and straddled my face. Nick, the most attractive of the three, also had the most attractive cock. It was nine inches of gorgeous throbbing cock that was about to be in my mouth. He quickly inserted it into my mouth but he was being gentle unlike Alex. Also he was straddling my face opposite, so that it could easily slide down my throat, as his balls hit my nose every time he went in. I had a little trouble getting used to the width in my throat, but I quickly adjusted. He looked down at me and asked if I could go faster, I managed to lift my right hand up and give him an ok signal. With that, he did go faster and with every stroke it went down the whole length of my esophagus.

Then something different was happening, even though my eyes were in line with Nick’s fine ass, I could see Alex lifting my legs up and he started sucking on my clit. I moaned around Nick’s hard member. And as my clit was being pleasured, I felt one other sensation. I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and something cool and wet being pushed against my sphincter. Since Alex was busy with my nether regions, and Nick busy with my mouth, I could only figure that could be Samuel. I felt it being pushed in my anus, and I knew I was going to lose my anal virginity right there.
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Sorry to end it at a cliffhanger like that but that's how I write stories and that's what trilogies do. Hope you enjoy and hope you look forward to the third installment of Chapter 4.
KJ

Lovesfundares

04-24-2010, 12:29 PM

WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO MY ,IFE IS COMPLETE
jk lol
BUT REALLY WOOHOOOOO
MORE MORE MORE.
KJ your stories are like crack.
awesome

hookedondares

04-25-2010, 03:20 PM

ahhh im having a dilemma! i dont want to read your stories because they are so good i am craving what happens next too bad. update so i dont have this craving

Catherine

05-07-2010, 05:51 PM

lol,thanks for using my name :D
wierdly enough your charcter almost describes me.
I like your story.lol,i can't wait to see what happens to me next ;)

Komodo Jones

05-08-2010, 07:04 PM

Once again faithful followers, no new updates as of yet and sadly for all of you updates may be coming slower than usual. As some of you may or may not know, I have recently got a job and takes a majority of my day Monday through Friday. When I get home, I am practically physically drained and have a lot of stress to deal with. So the only time, I will actually be able to produce my best work will be on late Friday night, Saturday and some of Sunday. I will try my best to keep up with the story and I still know where I'm going with it but updates are going to take longer. Sorry to say that but as I always say "Good things cum to those who wait." (spelling intentional)

Komodo Jones

08-21-2010, 07:49 PM

Faithful followers, no new updates BUT I am very close to finishing the next installment, I'm hoping to have it posted by the end of this weekend U.S. Eastern Time maybe earlier. I just have a question for all the people reading this I know there may be some way to subscribe but for all of those who read this if you want me to pm you every time a new installment comes up can you send me a pm saying you want this? If you can do this it would be a really big help as I don't write this story just for myself but also for all of you. Hope you continue to enjoy.

Komodo Jones

08-28-2010, 01:57 PM

Hey everybody sorry I didn't get the final part posted when I said it would I got distracted with the greatness that is MegaMan X games. But I finally buckled down and disciplined myself to get the chapter done. I will say this chapter may not have as many details as my previous chapters and may not be as exciting as I kind of want to move the story along. Regardless of that I hope you enjoy it so here it is.
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Chapter 4: A Walk to Remember [The Final Part]

Even though just the head of Samuel’s cock was in my ass, I moaned around Nick’s dick. The moan, I figured would be from pain, but it was more from adjustment and pleasure. I couldn’t explain it though, but I guess the loosening from their fingers before I started sucking them, must have opened my ass and made it more able to accommodate Samuel’s thick penis. It slid in easily all the way though as I felt his balls against the top region of my ass. I later found out that he had squirted a lot of lube on his cock and that’s why it slid in so easily but I was left with another query. Why was Samuel, the man who had brutally fucked my face, not fucking my ass as vigorously as my mouth? I mean he had the whole length inside me but he was fucking me as slowly, as when they first started using me.

After Alex was done playing with my clit with his mouth. I felt his tongue lick over my lips and brushing over the small amount of brown pubic hair that I had. Nick’s glorious cock was in my mouth, Alex was licking my pussy lips, and Samuel pushing in and out of me slowly, the combined sensations gave me goosebumps all over my body. I think the cool summer night air would’ve given me goosebumps earlier but this was the first time.

As the use of my young teen body continued I noticed that Alex had took his hands off my legs and let them rest on Samuel’s shoulders. Nick suddenly stopped thrusting, and left his cock still in my mouth, and I saw something out of the corner of my eyes even though I could barely keep my eyes off this beautiful naked man using my mouth. It was Samuel’s hands trying to get Nick’s attention which is why both he and Samuel stopped using my front and back hole but Alex was still happily lapping at my moist pussy hungrily. I could only see some of what Samuel was signaling to Nick as Nick was blocking my view. Nick didn’t seem to understand Samuel’s “sign language” which made two of us as I didn’t comprehend either. What I did comprehend was that I wanted Nick to continue fucking my mouth. Of the three cocks I had sucked so far, I was enjoying Nick’s the most. It was the perfect length and even though all the cocks tasted fleshy, his was by far the tastiest. I decided to ignore Samuel’s means of communicating and tried to get Nick’s cock down my throat again. Sadly I couldn’t as I wasn’t at the correct angle and also because I was kind of trapped in position by Samuel’s cock deep in my ass and Nick’s cock in my mouth. Not to mention the minstrations by Alex kind of kept me in a ecstasy filled stillness. So I just decided to use my tongue to pleasure Nick’s shaft in my mouth until he was ready to thrust again. I licked the whole length I could on all four sides and paid special attention to the head as well even entering my tongue in his slit that was dripping with delicious precum.

Nick finally seemed to finally understand Samuel’s signs and even though I couldn’t see Nick’s face, I heard him ask me, “Do you like the feeling of having your ass fucked by Samuel?” Did I? To tell you the truth I didn’t know. I mean yes I loved the feeling of having my bowels filled up with his male appendage but it was Samuel that I wasn’t too sure about. I mean if it was the same feeling with Alex or Nick I wouldn’t have hesitated but Samuel had brutally fucked my mouth earlier and I thought for sure he was going to do the same with my ass. Furthermore, why was Nick asking me this? Too many thoughts rushed in my head but I finally decided to answer the question. Disregarding what Samuel had done to me earlier, I managed to form a sign language y with my right hand by extending my thumb and pinky and clenching the other digits.

Nick then said “Go ahead,” to Samuel and I now know why Nick had asked me because Samuel just started pummeling my ass violently. I suddenly didn’t like it anymore. I was only fifteen years old and my body wasn’t used to being handled at all let alone violently. Even though the pain was immense, I think the fact that Alex was now tongue fucking me and the fact that Nick was thrusting again making me deep-throat him enabled me to survive the brutality that Samuel fucked my no-longer virgin ass with.

Although I was hurting, Alex’s tongue was driving me crazy. Like I said before, he had tongued my clit and lapped at my pussy and now he was tongue fucking me. He made no attempts on starting off slow. As I felt his tongue penetrate my slit for the first time, his nose was nestled in my pubic hair which told me that he stuck his tongue in me as far as it could go. He didn’t stop either every time he fully penetrated me with his tongue. Unlike Samuel’s quicker fucking of my ass made me hurt, when Alex upped his intensity it drove me crazier in the good way. I was also ecstatic that Nick was still fucking my face. He hadn’t cum yet and in all due honesty I kind of didn’t wan him to. I mean yes I wanted to swallow his sperm but I kind of also wanted his cock in me forever. I wanted him in my pussy actually but due to Kayla’s rules that would be a fantasy left unfulfilled.

Am I really enjoying being used like this, by these three strangers I thought to myself. I was, minus Samuel of course. What is wrong with me? I’m actually enjoying being used as a sex toy. I thought back to Kayla’s rules and how I thought that some of her rules seemed like she was turning me into a slut. If that was her intention, she was doing a damn good job at it. I mean I started off very scared in this situation, not knowing what I was doing or what was going to happen and just waited for the guys to take action. Yet when Nick had stopped thrusting his gorgeous cock in my mouth I actually took action into my own hands to try and get him to thrust again. The fact that I was taking action indicated that I was enjoying this. Ergo, if I was enjoying sex with three strangers I was becoming a slut… and I was ecstatic! I somehow felt more comfortable becoming Kayla’s slave, especially if she was intent on turning me into a whore.

Soon after I had these thoughts Samuel made one more thrust of his meat stick into my anus and I felt a sudden surge of warmth in my bowels which told me that my first real experience of anal sex was over and he was cumming in my ass. Despite me hating Samuel’s violent approach to sex it was a wonderful feeling so much so that the feeling plus the sensation of Alex eating me and Nick feeding me his manhood made me spray my white fluid all over Alex’s face and tongue. I had been masturbating to orgasm for a while as I had been doing in the shower, before Kayla claimed me, but this by far was the most intense orgasm I ever had.

As soon as Samuel’s cock was done twitching he pulled out of my ass with a large popping sound. Alex had also stopped eating me but Nick was determined to cum down my throat. I was kind of weirded out then because I saw Samuel and Alex pull their pants up out of the corner of my eye, but Nick was still feeding me his cock. “Why are you guys getting dressed,” Nick asked to his two buddies.

“Because,” Alex said looking at his watch, “there’s only five minutes before this pet’s official owner will come back for her.”

“OK, I’ll drop her off back where we picked her up and I’ll walk home, I live close enough. I’ll see you guys later ok?” I was happy that Nick had volunteered to do this as he was my favorite of the three guys. He started to thrust quicker and harder into my throat but I didn’t mind that much as I had gotten used to his length and width. As he continued this, both Alex and Samuel lifted my legs up and only had my shoulders and head on the ground, since they weren’t supporting me with their bodies anymore and gave me a smack on each of my ass cheeks which were still kind of sore from Samuel but I actually enjoyed it. Samuel’s spanks were harder than Alex’s obviously but like I said I didn’t mind and I didn’t mind it either when Alex walked back to the car and Samuel gave me a hard smack on my pussy even as cum was still dripping out of it. I actually enjoyed that feeling of pain and hoped that Kayla would do that to me often since I was still her slut even though I had been used by these three men and was still being used by one. Samuel let go of my legs and followed Alex to the car and heard the car drive off into the darkness.

I let my legs go down slowly as I know I was still on concrete. My bottom half was sore as I wasn’t used to having my legs up for that long and both holes down there being used so often and vigorously. As soon as my ass and feet touched the ground though I heard Nick grunt and was soon being filled with his sperm and he had a lot of it. He was down my throat but he sprayed so much that a little got into my mouth. I hated the taste of the two previous sperm donations in my mouth but Nick’s was sweet and yummy. After he was done feeding me his cum he pulled out and I kind of laughed to myself as I saw his cock glistening with my saliva and the taste of his sweet cum kind of did give it the depiction of a lollipop.

As I was a pet he ordered me to sit up. Normally, I could have sit up by just raising the top half of my body but I was so sore that I couldn’t find the energy. I did manage to roll over on my front get up on all fours, I got on my knees put my arms back to support myself and I then took out my shins and feet from below me and sat Indian style. I looked at Nick but he had his back towards me and I was staring at his ass. If he wasn’t so far away from me I would have suspected that he wanted me to pleasure his ass with my mouth since my face was level with it. Obviously I wouldn’t look forward to it but I would do it anyways because I was kind of actually feeling smitten with him. He walked towards me his pants and underwear still around his ankles and removed my tie down and let the leash sit at my side. “Stay” he commanded me. Not only was I enjoying being a slut but I was enjoying this pet play as well.

Nick then did something that confused me. He took off his sandals and then stepped out of his jeans and boxers. He then pulled his shirt off over his head and he held all of his clothes between his side and elbow underneath his arm. He bent down and grabbed my leash with his right hand. He pulled with a bit of force to kind of order me to walk but not too hard. It was hard to walk on all fours. If Kayla hadn’t ordered me to be a pet I would’ve walked on my two feet like a human. It was difficult to keep up with Nick’s pace because he wasn’t taking his time getting me back to where Kayla was supposed to pick me up. I was almost out of breath my small tits heaving up and down and my tired joints trying to keep up with Nick. I did manage to keep up with him though because I remembered what Mistress said. If I didn’t please them I’d pay for it and even though I loved the feeling of being controlled I was in enough pain I didn’t want to experience more than I had to despite me being excited by Alex and Samuel‘s spanks on my ass and pussy. After a while, I found it too hard to walk on all fours lifting my feet and hands every step and had actually scraped my knees against the concrete on several occasions. I was getting scratches and abrasions but not enough to bleed. I walked behind him the whole time and even though I was physically exhausted I was mentally exhausted as I was trying to figure out why Nick decided to be naked as well. I was the submissive and it was understandable for me to be naked, but he was risking the chance of getting caught for indecent exposure.

We finally got to the corner of the main street and the road leading to the junior high and we stopped. He sat down with his legs spread apart and he picked me up so that I was on all fours between his legs. I could feel the heat of his genitals emanating against my pussy and ass. He knew he wasn’t supposed to use my pussy so I was wondering what he was doing.

“Well pet it’s been fun but sadly our time is almost over” Nick said. “But I’m going to enjoy you for the few minutes we have left.” With that, he dropped his clothes to his side and let go of my leash. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back so I was just on my knees and my head was near his shoulder. He looked at me with his eyes before he bent down and kissed me on my lips. I was caught off guard but ecstatic at the same time. He was showing love and I wanted him to love me. Why someone in his twenties loved a fifteen year old who hadn’t fully matured yet was beyond me but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and pretty soon his tongue was parting my lips apart requesting entry. I didn’t hesitate for a minute and soon his tongue was dancing inside my mouth licking every square inch, teeth, gums, my tongue, I loved it.

The walk he had taken me on seemed so long but the kiss he gave me felt too short as it seemed like it was over as soon as it began. I noticed his now flaccid cock growing again between my legs. I smiled knowing I was having this much of an effect on him. He put me back down on all fours between my legs he then grabbed me by my hips and put me in an almost sitting position , despite being on all fours, and I felt his cock against my ass and in one swift motion it was all the way inside me. I gasped but I didn’t scream as it just slid in all the way easily and I could tell this was the case as I felt his balls smack against my pussy. I just figured it went in so easily because Samuel had loosened it up. It didn’t hurt like Samuel’s because it just glided in so easily and it was a feeling of euphoria. I was also kind of glad as Nick was moving me back and forth so quickly pumping in and out of me in fast thrusts. He was doing this fast but the whole length was going in and coming out of me with each thrust. If he continued to do this I would get some more glorious cum of his inside of me. I wanted him to cum in my ass so badly because if Samuel coming in my ass felt so good and I didn’t like him in the least Nick’s was going to feel amazing! He wasn’t doing me doggy style as he wasn’t on his knees but it was close enough. Pretty soon he didn’t need to have my hands on my hips as he could tell I was pretty much allowing his cock entry into my ass with no hesitation. I continued to bounce up and down the whole length of his cock and he reached his hands around my body and grabbed my tits and started moving them up and down.

I did kind of feel bad that Alex hadn’t got to fuck me anally but I quickly shrugged it off as I was in total sexual carnal bliss. I continued to bounce up and down on his cock as he played with my tits and I was moaning out loud. I didn’t care how loud I was, I was too overjoyed to keep myself quiet. With all my inhibitions gone I enjoyed his anal fucking and wanted to milk his cock of every last drop of cum before Kayla came to pick me up. Even though I had entered this situation with tentativeness and fear, I was actually kind of saddened that I would soon be under the ownership of Kayla in just a few minutes and have to leave this feeling of total slutiness. Or at least that’s what I thought but my experience with these three men was just the tip of the iceberg of my transformation into a whore. This was child’s play considering what Kayla had been formulating in her mind while I was with these three men.
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Well hoped you guys enjoyed this as it seems that Catherine's fun has just begun. I do have an idea of where this story is going to go but just because it may be interesting do you guys have any ideas for this story? Granted, I may not use them but you never know and it may be interesting to see what you guys come up with. Also if you haven't answered the question in my previous post please do as it will really hep me. As always feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated. Until next time...happy reading.
KJ

Komodo Jones

05-25-2011, 08:43 AM

Man, it's been a while since I've been on this site, I'm not even sure if the people who followed this story are still around. Well last night, I visited this site and also I started reading over the parts of this story and good news for those of you who like this story I've started writing again. Time is a little busy with school but I will try to get the next chapter up in the next two weeks before finals start here.

Komodo Jones

05-27-2011, 08:41 AM

Chapter 5: A Site for Sore Thighs

As Nick and I waited for Kayla to come pick me up his cock never left my ass. It was inside me at all times and I didn’t mind one bit. I was a little worried as to what Kayla would say if she saw me in this position when she came to take me back, if she was coming to get me. The men had said it was five minutes until Kayla was supposed to pick me up but she still hadn’t arrived. She would see the both of us completely naked, except for my collar and leash with a cock up my ass and, even though I’m kind of embarrassed to say this, a smile on my face. I loved the feel of Nick’s huge rod invading my bowels. Even though Kayla was my Mistress, I found myself wanting to be owned by Nick. I felt bad disobeying Kayla’s rule, even though she had nullified in this instance, of not even having sexual thoughts about anyone other than her but I couldn’t help it. I was a fifteen year old girl who had become smitten with this man. But it made me wonder, would she take me back? Would she be angry with me, saddened, happily satisfied that I was becoming a true slut? Even though I wanted to be owned by Nick, I didn’t want to hurt my best friend’s, and now my Mistress’, feelings.

My thoughts wrestled back and forth between Nick and Kayla and I finally decided that I wanted Kayla more. I was in love with Nick but I had only known him for a few hours instead of the many years I had known Kayla. Even though this was a side of Kayla I had never seen, I felt somewhat safer with her than Nick who may whore me out to Samuel again. That thought made me physically shiver. I was sitting upright at this moment, still with Nick’s cock in my ass and he had been playing with my boobs. His large hands had been moving them up and down, kneading them in circles, every now and then pinching or rubbing my nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers. Every now and then he would pull me gently by my hair and kiss me like we had the first time. Previously, he had laid me down on my back so he could lean forward and suck my tits. How he had managed to keep my bowels impaled by his manhood in this position I still can’t figure out.

Anyway, I was in the position he had first had me, on all fours and him sitting down fucking me like the pet that I was assigned to be when I finally saw my Mistress walking down the street. She had on the same clothes she had when she was walking me before I met up with the three men, and the same gray backpack with who knows what. The moment of truth had come. Would she be mad at me? My heart raced even faster than it had been. She looked down at me and smiled and then at Nick. Nick withdrew from my ass at that time and stood up. “Thanks for taking care of my pet for a while,” Kayla said taking my leash from Nick. I crawled next to Kayla and kneeled next to her sitting on my heels. I felt weird as I was getting used to the experience with nothing up my ass. “Sorry I’m late, where are your friends?” Kayla inquired. I remember Nick telling Kayla his answer and them discussing something else but the words were like gibberish almost like how all the parents talk in a Charlie Brown cartoon. The reason for that is because I couldn’t understand why Kayla was late. If I hadn’t enjoyed the gangbang I just had I would’ve been furious.

Nick and Kayla exchanged last words and then he walked off back towards the school still completely naked, all his clothes under his arm again. I kept my eyes on him until he disappeared into the neighborhood. I was fascinated by that. He was no longer able to use me since I was under Kayla’s possession again but he chose to still go naked. I hoped that some day I would be able to be that outgoing and it could be possible that Kayla was going to mold me into that kind of person. I didn’t consider the current experience I was in the same thing as this was forced rather than being naked by my own volition.

Kayla looked down at me and quickly yanked my leash. “Stop ogling him as you are under my control again, and as such your only sexual thoughts should be of me. “ I winced and inhaled against clenched teeth as the force caused one of the abrasions on my knees to catch against the concrete. Kayla, as if knowing my thoughts, said in a stern but caring voice, “Sit down on your ass with the underside of your arms facing up.” I did as she told me and it felt loads better to be out of a puppy position as I had practically been that way almost the whole time since Nick had walked me back. She still had a stern look on her face since I had broken one of my rules but she also had a look of compassion on her face as she saw the scrapes on my knees and wrists. I only had scrapes on my wrists because it was difficult sometimes to keep up when Nick was walking me back. Kayla looked at them for a bit and then said “Get back on all fours…on the grass and walk on it.” I did as she said, and got back on all fours, and I was pretty sure why she told me to do so. It was so early in the morning, technically, that there was dew on the grass and the small beads of moisture felt so good on my scrapes much better than concrete. My Mistress walked at a pretty fast pace as well but I was able to keep up with her since my scrapes were getting somewhat relieved thanks to the dew. Thankfully, we only had one street to cross, the same one we crossed before, but she walked at the same pace she had been walking the whole time. It hurt my knees and hands crossing the asphalt but since I was on the leash I had no choice but to crawl at the same pace. She stopped at the other side of the street at the curb. I would’ve crawled on the grass but I figured that since Kayla was my superior I figured I should always walk next to her or behind her.

She looked down at me and said, “I would’ve walked slower across the street but since you looked at Nick sexually after you were back under my control, consider this as a little punishment. Be grateful I was merciful because next time I catch you disobeying me or violating one of your rules, the punishment will be worse. Come on.” She yanked my leash again and I was walking on the grass again and it was only a short walk to Kayla’s house. As we approached her backyard Kayla said, “If you have to use the bathroom do so out here” Kayla unhooked my leash but left the collar on. She said “I’ll let you go to the bathroom by yourself, but I expect you back inside, in the basement, in five minutes. Don’t even think about walking on two legs, you are still my pet right now and you are to be on all fours. You may use your hands to open and close the door into the house but nothing more.” With that command Kayla slowly opened the door not making any noise as to not wake her parents up and then she closed it and disappeared. Kayla’s family had a cat but not a dog so if I had to go number two, it would be difficult to explain the situation to Mr. and Mrs. King if they found a pile of shit on the yard. Luckily, I didn’t have to go that way but I did have to piss. I wanted to be on my own two feet so badly but Mistress Kayla was crafty and sly. If I got on two feet, she would know. I’m not entirely sure how, but she would. After all she managed to take my pajama bottoms off without me noticing for a while.

I crawled out to the back yard with the dew covered grass wetting my knees which was more comfortable than the green carpet covering her porch. I had seen many movies, and had also grown up with a dog myself and knew that most dogs lifted one of their legs up to piss. However, my legs were so tired that I couldn’t do so. I found a secluded place in the yard where no one on the surrounding roads or sidewalks could see me and went to the bathroom like a female dog, spreading my legs apart and just letting it come out. I backed up carefully so that I didn’t crawl on my own piss and started to head towards the back door to Kayla’s house. I was so tired, if Mistress Kayla wouldn’t be upset with me, I would have just lied down in the yard and went to sleep. I wouldn’t really care if I was completely nude or if anyone saw me. After all I had just sexually pleased three complete strangers only a couple of minutes ago. Hell, I wouldn’t care if someone came into the back yard and fucked me mercilessly, I was horny enough. However, my Mistress gave me only five minutes so I had to go back inside.

I crawled along the patio still on all fours and stood up on my knees so I could open the door into the house. That did hurt my scraped knees a bit but being on the dew covered grass on the majority of the walk home had soothed them a little bit. I opened the door slowly hoping not to wake up Kayla’s parents. I crawled inside and then closed the door very slowly as well. Even though it was only a short distance to the basement, I still felt a rush of excitement and nervousness to think what would happen if Mr. or Mrs. King saw me completely naked on all fours. It could very easily happen since the back door led to the kitchen. I crawled the short distance to the entrance to the basement and very cautiously tried to make my way down the stairs. In retrospect, I probably should’ve gone down backwards instead of face first but I did manage to make it down there without tripping. As I arrived downstairs, I noticed Kayla was on the computer. She didn’t look at me but she was aware of my presence as she made a motion for me to come to her. I crawled over to her and stayed on all fours and went to look up at her. However, as I did that, her eyes still fixated on the computer screen, put her hand on the top of my head and forced me to look down at the floor. I did so. She said quietly, “Crawl under the desk my pet.” I did as my Mistress commanded and under the desk I still stayed on all fours but she was really testing my stamina because she lifted her legs up and rested her feet on my naked body as a footrest. Being used as a piece of furniture was new to me but at the same time it kind of turned me on that I was viewed as nothing but an object in this particular instance. I was tired from the previous experience with the three guys but I managed to try and hang tough as I knew there would be punishment if I collapsed, and I didn’t want any more punishment. I tried to sense as to what Kayla was doing on the computer.

Using my peripheral vision I couldn’t see her left hand as it was on top of the desk, but I didn’t hear the keyboard keys being tapped or the mouse buttons being clicked. Her right hand however, was under the desk and in her shorts as she was rubbing her pussy. Even though I wasn’t all that near her snatch, I could smell the wetness she was producing. She was turned on either, by having me as her sex slave knowing she could use me in pretty much any way she chose or she was viewing something sexual on the computer, or maybe both The whole time, my peripheral vision was on her right hand. I only used my peripheral vision to keep up the guise of having my head down in a state of submission. She was dead silent the whole time which is kind of weird because she was really going to town on herself. I had at least expected some light moans escaping from her lips, but nothing. At one point in time she had all but her thumb in her cunt. The only indication I had of this was that I could see the outline of her thumb in her shorts. As she kept going at it, I became a little disheartened. I was really getting into the role of being a slave, and I wanted to be the one giving her this pleasure. I wanted Mistress Kayla to order me to eat her out like a good (or naughty) sex slave. I wanted my face buried between her legs, her pulling on my brown hair, ordering my tongue to go in deeper or thrust harder until she came all over my face, and then start the process again until she was satisfied. But sadly, despite me wanting to orally stimulate my owner, I was demoted to just being something to prop her feet up with. As these images ran through my head, I remembered the rule Mistress Kayla gave me about only thinking sexual thoughts about her. I had almost forgotten about how I had been masturbating to the thought of Shawn several hours ago. Maybe that rule wasn’t going to be as hard as I originally thought.

After about twenty minutes of being an ottoman, Kayla took her feet off of my back and ordered me out from under the desk. As I was crawling out I heard her click the mouse button a few times, not knowing what she was doing. Kayla said to me “I’m allowing you to walk on your hind legs now. Get up and face me.” I did as she asked. Kayla smiled “I’m proud of you with your first task slave. Originally, it was only supposed to be a short walk but, we got lucky as you got to be used sexually by three handsome men and you made me some money because of it. You love being Mistress Kayla’s whore don’t you?”

As she said this I thought back to the three guys using me. I had the most intense orgasm in my life, my anal virginity was gone, I got three cocks in mouth, and Nick was just gorgeous. Originally, hating the thought of being whored out to these guys for money, I actually found out the disturbing truth. I didn’t just enjoy being Kayla’s whore; I loved it as she had just said.

I was just about to answer her question with a yes not only because it was the correct answer she wanted to hear but also because it was the truth but Kayla answered the question for me. “Of course you love being my little whore. In honor of completing your first task, I’m giving you these.” Kayla reached for something on the side of the couch and gave me my bra and the top part of my pajamas back. As I held my clothes in my hand, I thought that this was too easy. Kayla was testing me; she wouldn’t give me back some of my clothing that quickly. There were some strings attached but I didn’t know what those strings were. Eh…I was enjoying being naked anyways. So I decided to play it safe.

“Thank you Mistress, it is a joy pleasing you,” and with saying that I folded up the clothes and put them on the couch.

“Aren’t you going to put them on?” Kayla asked with a sincere face. There was no mockery in her voice, or some ulterior motive in her expression but I still didn’t trust her giving me my clothes back.

“No,” I responded, “I enjoy being naked for you Mistress.”

Kayla looked at me for a couple of seconds then said, “Good job slave, giving you back some of your clothes was a test. Because I’m sure you remember the rules I gave you for being my slave. Rule number two clearly states ‘Whenever your parents are not home, or when you are with me, you do not have the privilege of wearing clothes.’ And of course the exceptions are yada, yada, yada. Anyway, I want you to look at all the contents of the website I’ve brought up.” She motioned her head toward the computer. “You can sit in the chair, then when you’re done viewing it come see me in Matthew’s room. Remember to view all of the website.” She said this with a smirk, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then disappeared into her brother’s room.

“I wonder what that was all about,” I thought to myself. I didn’t know but I had a bad feeling about this. Every time Kayla gave me a smirk, despite the fact it was accompanied with a kiss, something new was happening in my slavery. I hadn’t even been a slave a whole 24 hours, so every new turn gave me a bit of fright, but at the same time a bit of excitement. I stayed naked and I sat down in the office chair. Despite, my Mistress being in the other room, I still felt as I was within her presence so I continued to follow my second rule.

I looked at the address bar and it read www.Ks$lut.com I figured it was obviously what she was masturbating to earlier. The mouse clicks must have been her going backwards in this site. The first page had a white background with small blue polka dots and in the center there was a large pink box with purple print inside of it I read…

“Hi my real name is not of importance but you can call me K Slut and I’m so glad you’re here to visit my site. I am currently owned by my Mistress who loves to use me for her own sexual desires, but she doesn’t think it’s fair that she’s the only one who gets to use me and that’s why she’s put up this site. On this website, you can view many nude pics and vids of me as I travel along the path of being my Mistress’ slave. Make sure to check back often because my Mistress and myself will be posting new pics and vids of me at least every week. Of course if you want to see me naked I’ll need something in return. Not only am I my Mistress’ slut but I’m also her whore. So in order to view my sexy pics and vids, you’ll just need a credit card and need to pay a small fee to get membership to this site. It’s definitely worth it though, because I get so hot at people viewing me in all my nakedness. When you subscribe to this site, I encourage you to read my blog which I’ll be updating whenever Mistress tells me to, and view my pics and vids in order starting with album “First Steps.” Thank you once again for visiting my site. Have fun stroking your cock or rubbing you pussy while looking at me. XOXOXO K Slut.”

Oddly enough, I found this interesting. It was apparent to me that I was not the only sex slave out there as evidenced by this website. It was good though that Kayla wasn’t making me pose nude for a site or write a blog about my so-called “slave walk.” I breathed a sigh of relief until I scrolled down and underneath the box saw something that made me feel light-headed. There was a picture of me, my eyes closed, with my pajama top on, my pajama bottoms off and me rubbing my pussy! Kayla must have taken a picture of me as well when I was masturbating to the thought of Shawn, but how?! There had to be a flash of some sort, I mean the basement wasn’t all that bright. What else had she put on this site?

I clicked on the words “CLICK TO ENTER” and there wasn’t much on the site yet. In a sidebar it had the following headings: “My Blog” “Contact Me” “Contact my Mistress.” “Member’s Page.” I clicked on each of these links. My Blog was completely blank but in the same format as the earlier blurb Kayla had obviously made for me. The links Contact Me and Contact My Mistress just brought me to Microsoft Outlook which I quickly closed out of. Member’s Page showed a picture of Kayla and next to it in lavender letters it said Mistress K. Underneath her picture in the sky blue box that said about me it said in black letters, “I am the owner of K Slut, enjoy the site!”

As I clicked back I noticed that in the center of the page there was a link that was purple, meaning it had been viewed recently called First Steps. I clicked on it. It had the same format as the first page. White and blue polka dot background with a pink box sporting purple letters.

“This was my first day as my Mistress’ slut. She took me for a walk as her pet which explains the leash on me in the following pictures and videos. During our walk, we met three handsome guys, who will remain nameless. Even though I was engaged in puppy play being on a leash and walking on all fours, I begged Mistress to let these three guys ‘play’ with me. I was so horny and I wanted them to have their way with me. Mistress hated to see me beg but knowing that I am a total slut, she let me go with them for a couple of hours As punishment for talking though, when I was supposed to be her puppy, she didn’t let the guys fuck me in my pussy which was sadly disappointing, but at least I got come cock in my other holes.”

I scrolled down and in another pink box there were several thumbnails of Alex, Samuel, and Nick having their way with me and some others of just me naked. As I clicked on each one to enlarge it, I noticed there was a lot of detail and some really close up pictures as well as from several different angles. There were even some where you could see each bead of wetness dripping from my pussy. How on earth had she gotten these pictures?! The only thing I could assume was that either her or someone else had a really good telephoto lens and was taking pictures of me during my earlier gangbang. I was a little relieved to see that there were no videos…yet. In purple letters below the pics in another pink box it said “videos coming soon.”

That was all that was on the site so far and needless to say I was pissed. Not only was Kayla displaying my whole nude body and slave walk to the world, but she was making up lies about me making me seem like a cum-thirsty bitch. I had not begged to let those guys have their way with me, and she knows it. In fact, I was downright terrified…well at first anyways. Damnit, why didn’t I say no to being her sex slave and just used one of my earlier plans to get my clothes back?

Remembering her next orders, I got up off the office chair my nakedness still clinging to the vinyl a little and went into Matthew’s room. As I stormed in, Kayla said, “So did you enjoy the site?”

I responded in a whisper as to not to wake her parents up, “What the hell is wrong with you Kayla? Why did you put that up? You’re breaking my limit of not letting anybody we know, learn about me being your slave.”

Mistress Kayla slapped me hard across the face. She said in an angry tone, “First off, you will address me always as Mistress as stated by rule one, and also you will talk to me in a more respectful tone WHENEVER you speak to me. Secondly, I am not breaking any limit of yours; I made the site, so I can decide who gets access and who doesn’t. I can choose to deny someone. If Brian Parker came across the site, I wouldn’t allow it, and that picture on the front page only appears if you are a member of the site.”

Tears were streaming down my face, not only did Kayla’s slap hurt but I’ve always had a big fear of yelling or anger in general. I really don’t want to go into the story as to why I have a hatred and fear of it because it just brings up awful memories. Trying to fight back tears to prove that I am not weak as I appeared, I asked her why she was blackmailing me and how she got that picture of me masturbating. She held my cheeks and wiped off my tears and kissed me on the forehead. “I don’t like to punish and yell at you Catherine, but since you’re now my slave you have got to learn that your place is always below me. Pretty much the only way I can do that is with discipline. Now I will answer your questions.”

“First off, how I got your picture of you masturbating. Well I have a friend in the high-school who is a technical genius. He was able to get me a camera that does have a flash but is hardly noticeable, which is how I got the picture of you masturbating, without you noticing. His name is Robert and you will meet him later.” Kayla put emphasis on the word meet which as I interpreted meant that I was going to be having another sexual encounter with someone I didn’t know. “He also helped me with how to make an Internet page, which is how I was able to create certain restrictions to the site such as rejecting certain people. Secondly, I’m not blackmailing you; I just put up a site that happens to have nude videos and pictures of you.” She turned away from me walking to the far end of Matthew’s room. “However, if you misbehave as my slave, I may accidentally forward the site address to some of our friends and allow them access, maybe even free access.” Mistress Kayla turned around at me and with a devious smile said, “Now I’m blackmailing you. Honestly, do you think keeping your clothes and backpack is a good enough insurance policy to make sure you do whatever I say?” She turned around and grabbed my collar. “This collar is a symbol that I own you, and as of now you have two choices. One, you can remember that you agreed to be my sex slave, allowing me to use you and your body as I see fit and submit wholly to me. Or you can refuse to be mine and have every one of your friends find out that you’re really just a cock-craving whore. Your choice. Oh and before, you think if you choose the second option I’m breaking the limit of letting our friends know about you are submitting to me…if you refuse me as your Mistress that means you’re not my slave ergo I don’t have to respect any of your limits.”

I was mad, furious beyond belief but I enjoyed my life and I didn’t want to lose the respect of my friends, even though I’d be losing all respect for myself. I took in a deep breath got down on my knees and said, “Use me how you will, Mistress.”

Kayla smiled, “Good girl. Let’s see if you can earn your bottoms back with your next task,” Kayla said with a pause, “pleasing your Mistress.”

Komodo Jones

05-27-2011, 08:45 AM

Just a quick comment about my last chapter. Some minor details were cut out of the story because I just found out that gd posts now have a character limit, so I needed to do some hacking to fit the limit. I will try to remedy this problem in my stories in the future which may result in typing stories into seperate parts. As always comment, feedback, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.
KJ

Lurker

05-30-2011, 09:27 AM

Really enjoying it, KIU :)

Komodo Jones

07-29-2011, 05:39 PM

Hello few, but faithful readers. As I stated before, I was unaware of the character limit but I've hopefully fixed that. This particular section is a little over three pages long and is only the first part of Chapter 6. I will be busy with writing for school so I wanted to give you a little something to tie you over. Hope you enjoy and please rate!
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Chapter 6: Bound by Silence
Elation didn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling. I was finally going to be able to get the chance to please Mistress Kayla, with just me. There were no guys doing whatever they wanted to do to me to please her; it was just her and me. The rage I had felt from Kayla blackmailing me and lying about me on that site melted away. Ever since I was under that desk watching my Mistress rub her pussy I had wanted it so badly. So far, the only pleasure I had gotten from her was the joy of seeing her naked and a few kisses on the lips. Of course Kayla was getting a lot of pleasure from me getting a profit, and using me how she saw fit. But now we were actually going to get pleasure from each other, only my Mistress and me!

Kayla looked into my eyes and asked, “Is my little slave ready to give physical pleasure to her Mistress?”

“I’m aching for it Mistress,” I responded.

“That’s my good little slave, and that makes your Mistress very happy to hear that you are hurting every minute you can’t pleasure me.” Kayla climbed off the bed and went to Matthew’s closet. “Slave, can you spread out your body so that each one of your hands and feet is touching one of the bedposts?” I did as she said. It felt kind of weird having my body spread out like this, as I felt very vulnerable. Over my years of being Kayla’s slave, I learned to assume this position quite often. I turned my head to the side to look at Kayla. She was walking out of Matthew’s closet holding a tripod. Kayla saw me and said, “Face the ceiling please!” I obeyed and as I stared at the ceiling, I heard Kayla rummaging around in something. “Don’t move until I say to.” It was really silent for quite a while. What was Kayla doing?

“OK, slave, you can move now and see what I was doing.” I sat up and saw that Mistress had set up a video camera. Obviously, she was going to record our first experience, and most likely post it on ks$slut. I was kind of happy about this, and I hadn’t really noticed this when I first saw “my site” probably because I was overwhelmed with fear and anger. Assuming, that Kayla let me see the website, I just assumed I had unlimited free access to it as well enabling me to remember some of my more favorite experiences. Granted, I had only had one experience and was about to have only my second but still it was something to look forward to. After all, it was going to be my first experience with a woman, and this woman was my best friend and Mistress. I had tingles all over my naked body.

“Before we start filming,” Kayla said as she made the final touches on the camera, “let’s take some stationary pictures. Kayla grabbed a digital camera off of Matthew’s dresser and turned off the lights in his room. I couldn’t understand why she did this. We waited in the darkness for about a minute before she turned the light back on. Seeing my confusion, Mistress walked over to me and showed me in the viewfinder a picture of me propped up on my elbows on Matthew’s bed. Wow, she wasn’t kidding when she said that the camera she used on me has a very unnoticeable flash, because I hadn’t even seen it. The picture wasn’t muddled or anything either it was as if she had taken my picture in daylight and it was being shown in high definition.

“Lay back on the bed in the position I showed you earlier slave, except spread your legs as far apart as you can.” I did as she asked, lying spread eagle, except my legs were stretched further apart than usual and I looked at the ceiling. As I spread my legs I could feel my pussy lips spreading apart hiding absolutely nothing, my pink wet folds of my flower fully on display. Even though I was staring at the ceiling, I could see Mistress through my peripheral vision, that she was circling around me, taking multiple pictures of my naked self at multiple angles. She even did some close ups of my tits and soaking pussy. Could you really blame for being wet? I was going to finally pleasure my Mistress, and I’d be able to watch it again and again and so would anybody else who subscribed to the website starring nude me.

When Kayla was done with her first set of pictures she said, “Move over to the side of the bed furthest away from the camera and lay on your side. Also I want you to masturbate, only concentrating on your pussy, and throughout this whole film I want you to pretend like the camera is not here. Every time I see you concentrating on the camera and not on doing your job as my slave, I’m going to have to punish you but I’m not entirely sure how yet. Oh and also…well never mind I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”

Mistress hadn’t turned on the camera yet, but when she put her hand next to her own clothed pussy to symbolize for me to do so I did so shakily. I’m not sure why I was nervous, she never gave me a rule about not masturbating. I brought my hand between my now spreading legs and looking off into the distance as to not look at the camera, I started to rub my snatch. I hadn’t realized how wet it had gotten. It had honestly felt like I had just stuck my hand in a pool to test the temperature it was so wet. As I continued rubbing, Kayla switched on the video camera and apparently began recording me in all my nakedness, except for my collar, pleasing myself. No doubt this video would be going on Ks$lut as well. Even though I wasn’t looking at the camera, I did notice Kayla’s legs were moving around. No doubt she was pacing around my naked body taking pictures of me. She even moved behind me to take some pictures of my ass. I’m not sure what pictures or videos she had made from my earlier gangbang but these would be the first pictures of my ass without something in the hole between my cheeks.

After taking pictures for a while, Kayla finally climbed on the bed with me. She straddled my legs so that my nude body would not be hidden from the camera and she moved my hand away from my cunt. She then moved her hand to my pussy and started rubbing it for me. She mouthed to me “Play with your tits.” I did so and raised my hands up to my milky white breasts and started squeezing them, every now and then pinching my nipples. I would normally wince whenever I did this but I didn’t want to embarrass myself in two ways in this video. Mistress Kayla’s eyes were locked on my face. Every now and then I would see her eyes through my peripheral vision. They were burning with desire, she wanted my naked body as much as I wanted hers. I have heard many stories of girls who had sleepovers who would “experiment” with each other by kissing and touching and things like that. I was about the same age of the girls in those stories but I might as well been 18 years old, as that was the content of the acts Kayla and I were doing.

After rubbing my pussy for a while and me playing with my tits now the same way I had done in the shower whilst imagining my fantasy with Shawn, without warning Mistress Kayla plunged her index finger and middle finger into my sopping box. I let out a fairly soft moan as I felt her fingers penetrating me. However, as soon as I moaned she removed her fingers and put her hands over my hands and pinned them down to my sides. She looked at me with sweet eyes and said in a sweet soft voice but loud enough that the camera could pick up, “Slave, you shouldn’t make so much noise. You could wake up my parents and we wouldn’t want that would we. Imagine your embarrassment, if they heard you, came down, and saw you in such a predicament.” I had totally forgotten about Kayla’s parents sleeping upstairs. Apparently, I was so entranced with being under Kayla’s control that I had been transported to another world where it was just me, her slave, and her, my Mistress. Although my naked photos were online now and I really couldn’t be embarrassed by people looking at me, Mr. and Mrs. King were a different story. Kayla was still fully clothed and since she had dominion over me she could make this look really bad if they had caught me, alleviating her from any sexual involvement.

My mind snapped back to reality when Mistress Kayla said to me, “I know how to remedy this situation so you won’t make so much noise.” Kayla leaned over to whisper into my ear. She said softly so the camera couldn’t pick it up, “One hand on your tits, one hand on your pussy now.” As she stepped out of the frame of the camera my right hand went down to my pussy and I inserted my index finger and started to finger myself. During this, I bit my lip so that I wouldn’t moan at the risk of Mr. and Mrs. King hearing me. With my left hand, I traced the areola of my left tit occasionally squeezing and kneading the fullness of my breast. Mistress Kayla was rummaging through her small backpack and it looked like she was having a hard time finding what she was looking for. Eventually she found it. She didn’t motion for me to stop pleasuring myself. She let me do this for a while as it would be good footage. After three minutes, I had switched to my right tit and had two fingers in my cunt and I was very close to cumming, but I knew I couldn’t break my rule, fearful, yet somehow sexually aroused, of what Kayla would do to me.

She finally motioned for me to stop and crawled back in the frame straddling me as she had before. She held something small in her hand. It looked like a miniature double hook belt but it was much smaller and in between the two straps of leather there was a red orb. I later found this out to be a ball gag as she used it on me several times in our sessions. Just as she was about to fasten that around my head she stopped and said, “Wait I have a better idea.” She crawled out of the frame again and fished in her backpack again she pulled out a flesh-colored dildo that was about eight inches long. She said loudly enough again so the camera could hear, “Slave why don’t you show our faithful viewers what you did with your temporary owner while you waited for me to pick you up?” With that she left the room and left me there with a dildo, no lube, expecting me to fuck my ass with it.

Rather than getting in trouble, I turned and faced in a doggy style position to the camera doing the best I could to make sure that my cute round ass was in the frame. I pressed the head against my sphincter and even though it had been seriously loosened by my temporary owners, I could only slip the head of the dildo in my ass hole. I tried to push it in further as I knew Mistress Kayla would only be happy if the whole length was in. However, I wasn’t getting anywhere as I didn’t have any lube. I kept the head in and spit in my hand and rubbed it over the rubber dick. I tried to push it in again and got maybe about two inches in. This was hard, in more ways than one! The guys had official lube and had significantly widened my hole with their fingers. All I had was my saliva and no prep. Still I continued to try and shove the eight inch toy further in to my very tiny and tight hole. Two minutes passed and after a lot of effort I finally got the whole thing in my hole and was doing the same thing the guys had done; pushing it in all the way, then pulling out so only the head was in and then ramming it back in. Ok so maybe, I wasn’t ramming it back in but that is what Samuel had done. Damn, I did not want to see him ever again. Unfortunately for me, Kayla made sure I saw him several times in the future. As the dildo was going in smoothly it made me wonder where on earth Kayla was. Did it really take her two minutes to do whatever she was doing? I decided to shift angles so that whoever would be watching me on the Internet could actually see the dildo going in. The view right now mainly showed my most beautiful “ass-et” and my hand moving back and forth but I thought it was kind of difficult to actually see it go in. When I watched the video later I found out I was right. So I turned myself diagonally my face facing towards the door.

That’s when I saw Mistress Kayla. She was on the couch completely naked. God she looked gorgeous just like she always did. I don’t think she was aware that I was looking at her because she had her eyes closed and her head arched back. She was doing something very similar to what I had been doing earlier. She was fucking herself with three fingers of her right hand, and kneading her left boob with her left hand. Kayla had told me to act like the camera was not there. That wasn’t a problem at this point in time as I was totally entranced by the sight of her masturbating to her slut. Even though it was dark in the basement, I could see her juices glistening around her opening and her large breasts heaving up and down in time with her heavy breathing. To say I was euphoric that I was causing her to do this would be an understatement. Pretty soon I had matched the rhythm of the dildo with the rhythm of her fingers. Every now and then, she would remove her fingers and suck her juices off them before plunging them in her snatch again. Her left hand never stopped. Every time she did that I licked my lips; I was glad I was not facing the camera. I wanted to taste her so badly. I didn’t want to be in the camera frame at this particular moment. My desire was for my face to be between her legs bringing her ecstasy, her hands pushing my head further and further into her pussy, as I continued to fuck my ass with the dildo.

Soon Mistress Kayla was breathing heavily and she removed her fingers from her hole and stopped kneading her tit. She sucked her fingers one last time before she opened her eyes. I knew she was close to orgasm and it was confusing as to why she stopped. She smiled at me and walked into Matt’s room. She told me to stop fucking myself and told me to take the dildo out. I did as she said, and like when Nick pulled out of me I felt completely empty and wanted something in there. Kayla told me to get in my original position of when I started doing my ass so I turned my backside to the camera. She spread my cheeks apart and my now stretched ass-hole was exposed. My sphincter was going to be shown to the whole world, and getting use to the idea of being a slut, I didn’t really care who saw me. She must have exposed it for a minute before she released my cheeks.

“I think this is a better way to keep you quiet, slave,” Mistress Kayla said. She had her hands behind her back and she ordered me to lay down on the bed spread eagle as before. What she had in her hand was a pair of her used panties. She wrapped them around my head so that the fabric was in my mouth but it was wrapped around tight enough that it couldn’t be undone unless you used your hands. I was upset though, her panties were as dry as a rock, not even a trace of her love honey. I then started to cry inside my mind.. With my mouth full how will I be able to taste my Mistress’ pussy? I had been waiting so patiently and now I wouldn’t be able to. Kayla then said, “Ah much better, my used panties look so much more appealing then a ball gag. But wait a minute, I can’t have you trying to remove it so you can make more noise!” She was saying this in an innocent yet mocking tone and every time I look at this video on the Internet, it’s kind of cheesy now. But anyway, she reached into her bag of numerous sex things and pulled out some strands of rope. She tightly tied my hands to the top bedposts of Matt’s bed. She then of course tied my feet to the bottom bedposts. She told me to try and move. I tried to move my hands and feet…nothing. I tried to move my body up and down like I was humping air…I didn‘t budge even an inch. I was getting nowhere. Mistress Kayla had me completely vulnerable and under her control to do whatever she wanted because I was not able to offer any resistance, not that I would really resist anyway.

After this was done, Kayla got behind the camera and adjusted it to fit all of me in the frame. She then crawled on to the bed with me and straddled my face, her pussy resting on my chin, her wetness dripping down my neck. Kayla looked at me with that look of fake sympathy but real insidiousness. “Aww, poor little slut, you were hoping to taste your Mistress’ pussy. You want my sweet love nectar so badly.” She stuck a finger in her juicy pussy and ran it under my nose so I could smell her scent. It smelled sweet yet it also had the aroma of complete raw sex. It drove me crazy, I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted before. She then managed to torture and tantalize me even more by seductively sticking her wet finger in her mouth and sucking on it slowly. It was amazing how fast she could turn me on even more just by sucking her finger. If I wasn’t under her rule not to cum, I would’ve creamed right then. I could feel my juices dribbling out of my pussy and sliding down to my swollen crack. She continued to deprive me of my desires by saying, “Oh and you’re tied up too. Your hands can’t run all over my beautiful completely nude body that you love so much. Poor baby, there’s nothing we can do now.” She said this in the same innocent and sarcastic tone as before but as soon as she finished that sentence she shoved four fingers into my pussy hard. I shrieked out in pain against my Mistress’ panties.

She kept her fingers in my hole instead of moving them in and out and her tone quickly changed into something mean. “Or is there?” she inquired already knowing the answer to her question. Mistress Kayla knew what the hell she was doing and how to expertly use me despite my mouth not being able to be used except for moaning and screaming against what had once covered Kayla’s crotch, and my hands and feet only being able to clench in pain. Even though I didn’t know what she was going to do and I didn’t know if it was going to be painful, pleasurable or both, one thing I did know; it was going to be a long night for me being used by my Mistress however she saw fit with whatever she had planned.
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As always comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and as I said above, please rate!

Dangerous

08-04-2011, 07:49 AM

I definitely like... Love this story.
You're an excellent writer KJ.

Looking forward to what happens next.

Stormwalker22

08-25-2011, 01:21 AM

Great Story I hope you continue soon :)

Komodo Jones

10-22-2011, 09:42 PM

Originally, I was going to finish this chapter with this part but then I remembered the character limit so it's getting extended into only one more part after this, before the next chapter I promise. Also as usual I would ask you to please rate this and/or leave comments, tell your friends whatever. I kind of want to know if I should continue this at all because well I feel like my story is what the title is...Ignored. But yeah at least give me some recognition that you're enjoying this either by pm or on this thread or whatever. Sorry for being self-conscious anyway, here is the second part of Chapter 6.
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Chapter 6: Bound By Silence (Part 2)

Tears fell from my green eyes and trickled down my cheeks, despite my eyelids being closed. I was crying from the pain I felt by being so full with Kayla’s four fingers deep in my pussy. That was the second time I had cried that night by having some body part of somebody else in one of my holes. The first time was when Samuel brutally raped my ass. Kayla enjoyed straddling me watching tears stream down my face, my continuous moaning against her panties. Mistress Kayla wasn’t a sadist, as I would later find out as I served her throughout the following years. At this point though it sure seemed like it as she smiled down at me, her naked slut who wanted to writhe in pain but was bound so tightly she couldn’t. Even though Kayla had plunged her fingers deep into me she seemed to know exactly where to stop so she didn’t break my hymen. If I wasn’t in pain so much from this new sensation I would’ve wondered why she stopped there. I knew she wanted my body, I just assumed that she would want to take my virginity, even if it was with her fingers. She left her fingers in for at least a good two minutes, not moving them at all. She was obviously waiting for me to stop crying, because as soon as I stopped she pulled out so just her nails were in me and then plunged deep and fast again still not breaking my hymen. This process happened five times before I finally stopped crying with every thrust she administered and started pumping fast and hard in a steady rhythm, never losing a beat. I could feel more and more of my juices flowing out of my pussy I wanted Mistress Kayla to take her fingers out and seductively suck my taste off of her fingers but she never did. Another new sensory detail that turned me on was the sound of Kayla’s fingers making a sloppy sound as she continued to finger me. I knew that it was me glistening those fingers, that despite the pain and the feeling of being a slut, I was getting turned on by what my Mistress was doing to me.

I could tell I was getting close to orgasm. My body was stiff already since I was bound so tightly but it became stiffer as I reached the edge and my breath increased and became more labored even though it was already that way since I was gagged. Kayla did notice that my breasts were heaving up and down quicker than usual, and she pulled her fingers out. She put her fingers under her nose to breathe in my scent. Despite what little movement I had, I saw her breathing in my scent not looking at me directly in the face, nor looking directly at the camera. “Can’t have you making a mess slave, unless of course you want punishment for your transgression. You know the rules.” Yes I did know the rules that I was not allowed to cum unless Mistress Kayla gave me permission. However, I wanted release so badly. Kayla was driving me insane and I was sure that if she seductively sucked her fingers like she had earlier ingesting my juices, that would send me over the edge. I was almost to the point where I wouldn’t even mind getting punished just so long as I could come.

Kayla waited a couple of minutes so that my edge could subside before she rammed her four fingers in me again and started pumping furiously like before, still not taking my virginity. Even though I was in pain, mostly physical, because of what Kayla had put me through that night I still wanted her to be the one who took my virginity. I mean if she was my Mistress I would just assume that she wanted it. Even if she was lying earlier about me being her slave for the next few years, and never spoke to me again after this night, I wouldn’t be mad if she took it. So far, this had been the most enjoyable night of my fifteen year old life. I didn’t think she would leave me after this night. After all why would she buy all these things, including my collar. give me a whole set of rules, and make a website if she was just going to use me for one night? Also she probably wouldn’t have given me up to those three guys if she just wanted her horniness to subside for a little while. Also I don’t think she would don a dominatrix attitude if she wanted some release of pent-up horniness. She’d probably just partake in activities with me where we would both give and receive, doing something a little more taboo that was in my teen years than it is today.. Thinking logically, I put these thoughts out of my head and just went back to the inevitability that I was Kayla’s slut and I was going to be that way for quite a while.

Once again she noticed I was getting close to the edge and withdrew her fingers denying me release. I was breathing heavily like before. I was sopping wet and I’m pretty sure I was forming a puddle of juices that was as sparkly as the moisture reflecting the light on Kayla’s fingers. After my breathing had slowed down some, Kayla brought her hands to my head and started spreading my love juices on her fingers all over my face. She didn’t miss a single spot. She spread it in my ears, nostrils, lips even though her panty fabric spilled over some of it, and my eyelids. She then reached down between my legs ramming all four fingers in my box, only once before pulling them out and then started spreading my juices over my neck and shoulders. She kept on repeating this process; ramming four fingers inside me once and spreading my juices over my body, until my whole body was covered with it. Ever time she rammed her fingers in me I winced a little bit even though I had gotten used to the feeling of her in me. It was just the force she pushed into me, and every time she stopped just a few centimeters short of touching my hymen. She knew exactly where to stop, it was almost inhuman how she did that. Some parts on my body the juices were starting to dry but she spread more than usual on my face, breasts, and ass to make them constantly look like they were dripping. She felt no need to do this to my thighs as that’s pretty much where the juices were coming from. Also after each spreading of my nectar on my face, ass, and breasts, she smacked each one hard on both ends. So both pairs of my right and left cheeks were smacked after each installment, as well as each of my breasts. She also smacked my inner thighs and pussy every time she got a load from between my legs no matter what body part she was putting it on. I didn’t mind though because I craved her touch on other parts of my body even if it was to inflict pain. However, she knew that she did not want to give me too much pleasure because when rubbing my wetness over my cheeks and breasts, she did it normally like the rest of the body; she didn’t take any time playing with them or give them any special treatment.

I couldn’t move my head too much but after watching the video online I noticed that my breasts and cheeks were a very light shade of pink and that my pussy and thighs were the same color but it was more pronounced. I also found out that she had done a good distribution as my whole tied-up naked body was glistening, well except for some of my back. I wasn’t sure if it was the glaze or the fact that the glaze was produced solely by me, or a combination of the two but I thought I looked more beautiful, yet sluttier, than usual.

My now loose swollen pussy was still producing juices, surprisingly to me, although it shouldn’t have been regarding how much of the human body is made out of water. Kayla looked over her glistening whore with a smile over her face and she licked her lips. I was confused by this gesture as I thought Kayla was going to lick my juices off my body, but that would be giving me pleasure, and I knew the point of this task she had given me was to give her pleasure even though I couldn’t physically do anything except wince my eyes, scream against the used underwear of my Mistress, and just lay there bound and let Kayla have her sexual way with my naked body, knowing that the video camera was recording this whole thing and soon would be on the Internet for millions to see.

Kayla left my body alone for a little bit and started taking picture of my glistening nakedness with her digital camera. I knew she was doing this as she wanted me to calm down, sexually, before she did whatever sexual act she was going to do to me next. However, her taking pictures of me, and the video camera rolling, knowing both of these things were going to be on the Internet just turned me on even more. The more I got turned on, the more it got unbearable to being edged by Mistress’ fingers even if it was only two times, and wanting release. I knew Mistress Kayla wasn’t stopping me from cumming, directly. I could’ve cum several times by now but I didn’t want to be punished by her, and yet I did. I feel awful about it know that I was wondering whether I should have been more focused on pleasing her or if I wanted some release despite knowing I would be punished. The choice should have been obvious but I hadn’t even been a slave for a whole day yet, so I was foolish at this time. The bondage and gagging I was doing right now to me was not punishment. It’s not to say that I particularly enjoyed the position I was in, even though Kayla, would use it many times in the future, but I knew that she had punished me on the walk back after my gangbang, and that punishment hurt. Except for the rope digging into my wrists, I was not in any large amount of pain with the current task. Sure it had taken some time getting used to her four fingers in my pussy but it became pleasurable even though she was thrusting. It was kind of weird that I was associating pain with giving me feelings of pleasure.

When Kayla had gotten her fill of picture taking for the Internet, she took the batteries out of the digital camera. I found out that digital cameras are battery energy guzzlers sapping power out of them even when in the camera, if it was off. Kayla got on top of me again but instead of straddling my legs like she had been doing she once again put her pussy right on my chin and it was dripping wet. She stayed there for several minutes forcing me to breathe in her aroma, her juices occasionally dripping on my jaw rolling down my body until it nested near my breasts with my juices that had been spread all over my body. It was bad enough seeing something that I desired to taste so much, so close to my mouth, but me not being able to do anything since I was gagged was pure torture.

After about a minute Kayla started mentally teasing me again by saying, “Poor slut, poor poor slut. The thing you most desire is only mere inches away from your mouth. I know you wish that I would scoot up just a little bit more so that you could hope that at least one drop of my heavenly liquid could drip on your lips and slake your thirst forever. However, that’s not going to happen tonight, you haven’t even been my slave for 24 hours yet. A good slave…” She trailed on and on. I tried to keep my mind on other thoughts so that her degrading words to me and her tantalizing wouldn’t make me crave her pussy even more or accidentally cum. It was impossible though my thoughts couldn’t go to anywhere else except for my Mistress’ love pot resting on my chin. I was trying to avert my eyes so that I couldn’t concentrate on it. Unfortunately, Mistress Kayla saw this and slapped me hard across the face.

“Pay attention slut” she growled at me. “I’m being nice enough to show you the thing you most desire and you’re not even looking at it!” She slapped me hard across the face again, “You think I like punishing you like this?” SLAP, “Are you really that much of an ungrateful whore?!” SLAP. Kayla continued to hurl insults and rhetorical questions at me and between every one she would slap me across the face, until tears were coming from my eyes. I thought after the long durations of crying and the constant leaking from between my thighs of the night I was all out of bodily fluids, but I was wrong. Then she slapped each of my breasts thirty times. My face and breasts had been pink before but now they were red. Like I said before, I knew punishment hurt and I knew this hurt so it must be punishment. After Kayla was done she took some pictures of my now redness and my thoughts trailed off before I wondered what she would do next. One thing she said stood out to me “You think I like punishing you like this?” Did she really mean that? I kind of almost thought she did, as she had me in a bondage of blackmail and could ruin my so-far pristine image, before this night’s “activities.” She didn’t really need to physically punish me to get me to behave as she could just threaten me with my pictures and videos. She had enough of them, despite me not even getting too far into the slut’s lifestyle.

After taking her fill of pictures again she went back to straddling my face . I looked in her eyes and they were seething with rage, and I could tell from her face that she was very unhappy with me. If she had punished me that much from just averting my eyes, I didn’t even want to know what she would do to me if I committed an even greater offense, like the release I was contemplating. She glared at me and said through gritted teeth, “Now we’re going to try this again, and this time you WILL be grateful to look at my pussy the whole time, because I’m going to force you.” She took my head in her hands, and held it tightly in place. “Avert your eyes, bitch!” she said. I moved my eyes back and forth and no matter which way I looked her pussy was still the only thing I could see. The only way it would be out of my view is if I shut my eyes, and Kayla knew this. She said, “If you even close your eyes for anything but blinking, or unless I say so, every picture on that camera,” pointing towards the camera, “is going to all of our friend’s e-mails, and I am not joking! Do we have an understanding?” I couldn’t move most of my body and even less now that she was holding my head very tightly but I managed to nod a yes.

She started the whole song and dance again and for five minutes tantalized me with her box assaulting all of my senses with her pussy except for hearing and the one I desired the most taste. After she finished her spiel she got up and straddled my legs again, laying her open palm against my pussy. She said, “Now I’m finally going to let you cum, but you’re not allowed to until I remove my fingers completely out of your pussy. Don’t disappoint me again.”

“Finally,” I thought, “I’m going to have some release.” All of the sudden though I froze with uncertainty. Kayla’s not going to let me cum, she’s bluffing. She mercilessly beat me just for averting my eyes. I didn’t get my hopes up, I knew she wasn’t going to let me cum. Or if she was, it was going to be a trick and she was going to punish me even worse than before for breaking the rules even though she said I could orgasm.

These thoughts rushing through my head were quickly replaced by immense pain and I was screaming against the gag. I thought for sure that Kayla’s parents would hear me despite my loud shrieks being muffled. It took me a little bit to realize what Kayla had shoved deep in my pussy to cause so much pain. The first thing I recognized was the shape of what was in me. It was a round object that seemed very familiar but a little wider than what it was used to be. It was Kayla’s fingers but instead of four inside me like she had been doing, her whole fist was inside my pussy. Sure I was going to be able to cum but Mistress Kayla had pretty much only concentrated all of her ministrations on one part of my body. She was obviously going to make me work for my white cream to come out of my inner thighs…work hard.
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As always comments, ratings, and constructive criticism are encouraged and greatly appreicated.

I need punishing

10-23-2011, 05:50 PM

I had assumed this story was dead

thank god its not ^^

mattman12

10-24-2011, 12:58 AM

Very good as always

Komodo Jones

10-25-2011, 11:26 AM

I had assumed this story was dead

thank god its not ^^

Yeah it's been getting kind of difficult finding time due to school and other things that hold my interest. However, I don't plan on letting this story die as this is quite possibly the furthest I've gotten on any story I've attempted to write. However, after this chapter I think I've reached the halfway point of Catherine's story. I am hoping to have the final part of Chapter 6 posted before Thanksgiving, which for those of you who don't know is the fourth Thursday of November.

godspeed

11-28-2011, 06:08 PM

is this dead? i hope not.

Komodo Jones

12-01-2011, 08:52 AM

No, this story is not dead just been busy with decorating our house, a winter class I'm taking, and some other limitation that I'm not going to go into...at least not right now anyway. The next chapter is almost done so I'll try to complete it as soon as I have time to do so. I know it promised before Thanksgiving and I broke that. However, seeing that it is the first of December, I'll promise the next chapter before the end of the year.

smartyboy

12-29-2011, 02:17 AM

you have 2 days:mad: :drillsergeant::kuku::chainsaw:
I AM VERY VERY MAD

smartyboy

12-29-2011, 02:19 AM

you have 2 days:mad: :drillsergeant::kuku::chainsaw:
I AM VERY VERY MAD

Komodo Jones

02-04-2012, 07:40 PM

For those of you complaining that I'm late in posting this, I said in one of my most recent blog entries that I used a loophole so technically...I'm not late. Don't believe me, check out my blog. Anyway, like I said this is the last installment of Chapter 6 and after this chapter, I will, hopefully, be getting into the main story. Oh yeah, of all the installments I've written I haven't even reached the main plotline yet. Anyway, hope you enjoy this last part of Chapter 6.
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Chapter 6: Bound by Silence (Part 3)

I continued to scream against the cloth that had been assaulting my taste buds and oral cavity for the past however long, Kayla had been having fun with me. It has been a while since I watched this early video on my website, but I think it was about an hour. Although what I did say is kind of inaccurate because as I stated before, the pair of Kayla’s already worn panties that she stuffed in my mouth were completely dry, no traces of her juices at all. I still longed to taste that sweet ambrosia that was her pussy lips as well as drink the nectar flowing from it. When she straddled my face, it was torture and I knew that if I could just taste one lick of what I desired I truly would feel like one of the gods on top of Mt. Olympus. However, Kayla excelled in teasing me, tantalizing me with my sole desire. I was like a kid at a candy shop with empty pockets.

My thoughts soon shifted as I once again whimpered against Kayla’s panties as my love cavity was being invaded by Kayla’s hand. Mistress Kayla’s hands weren’t all that big but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt a lot. Yet she still insisted on not breaking my hymen. Why?! Why was she so intent on preserving my hymen? Was she just trying to play more mind games with me? I was just imagining her thought process as her fist was at a stand still. She wants me to remain a virgin the rest of my life. Who knows how long she’s going to own me? She just wants me to think that the only thing I’m good for is her own sexual desires but at the same time I’m so dirty, because I’m offering to be her slut with no resistance. I’m so naughty for accepting this, that no one would ever want to take my virginity in any way.

My thoughts were soon interrupted as I felt Kayla unclench her fist. I screamed so loud, I could feel Kayla’s whole body shiver as the sound waves coursed through my whole body and were transferred to hers through her hand in my hole. She slowly uncurled her middle finger, slowly followed by her ring and index finger. She spread my canal a little further apart before extending her pinky. It was almost torture when she finally uncurled her thumb. Even though I couldn’t see her hand, I knew that she was extending her hand as far as it could go putting so much space between each of her fingers, spreading them apart as far as she could, widening my pussy. My body resisted this extension by sending sharp pain throughout my whole body, making me scream, and tears forming in my eyes, for…well who knows what time this was; I had lost track. I think even if the panties were out of my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to beg her to stop I was screaming so much. It was weird because even though I had cried many times that night, I was actually sobbing now or at least as much as I could as muffled shrieks continued to escape my mouth.

Kayla had entered my pussy with her fist vertically, and as she drove in she turned it horizontally. She now rolled her hand around so that her fully extended fingers were vertical so she could evenly spread all sides of my love canal. I kept on crying but it was only going to get worse as the time she entered me with her first was going to be the only time her hand would be balled up in a fist while in my pussy, well at least for this first time. Kayla didn’t bother retracting her fingers as she moved deeper into me. Her fingers were like steam liners pushing waves from the bow of it, but instead of water her fingers were making waves of pain, as this time she didn’t even bother getting my contracted walls used to the width of her hand closed.

I was becoming hoarse from screaming so much. The only thing that was keeping me sane and keeping me from thrashing, not that I really could since I was bound so tight, was that Kayla had blackmail on me. It was at this point if I was considering did I really want to be a slave? I had never experienced this much pain before and I was seriously thinking of telling Kayla’s parents. The only thing stopping me from doing this was the blackmail she had on me. “Damnit, why did I follow my curiosity? I know the old adage ‘curiosity killed the cat’” I thought to myself.

Mistress Kayla continued pushing until she finally reached the part of my box that she refused to break, my hymen. However, I didn’t think she was going to break it. She hadn’t all night, and she even made it so the guys didn’t fuck me in my pussy. I had heard some stories about people losing their virginity as early as junior high. I didn’t want that as I heard that it hurts the first time, although I think the pain I had endured so far couldn’t be worse than that. I mean what’s a little more pain? Just in this night, I’ve been: slapped across the face, teased, spanked, my breasts and pussy have been slapped, been walking with my bare knees scraping across concrete and asphalt, tied up, teased, fisted, and raped orally and anally.

Kayla then started spreading her hand out and then contracting it into a fist and spreading out and she was doing this in quick succession. It would be like having a vibrator in my pussy right up against my thin fleshy layer that contracted and expanded over and over again. Kayla wasn’t moving her fist in and out she just looked at me with an evil sneer on her face as she knew that this was driving me crazy and I was in a lot of pain. It wasn’t too much longer before I felt the same sensation wash over me that I had felt many times that night; the impending, inevitable orgasm. But Kayla still hadn’t given me permission to cum yet and the inquires still bounced around in my brain if this was just a mind game or if she wanted to get me into trouble on purpose. I tried to hold back the flood of white fluid as much as I could, but it was so hard. In a feeble attempt I clenched my muscles around Kayla’s wrist hoping that my cum would be blocked from coming out and wouldn’t coat her knuckles with it at the same time.

Despite my desperate attempt not to cum Kayla, after she was satisfied, managed to wrestle her wrist and fist out of my pussy and said, “Overall you’ve been a pretty good slave and I think you now have gained permission to cum.” I was in such a state of euphoria that I was finally going to get release. She fingered my pussy with her right index finger to get me to the edge but it had been building up inside me for so long that I didn’t really need it. Only a few seconds after she started fingering me, my body began to shudder and Kayla pulled her hand away.

I was so mad at Mistress Kayla, I was so close, so close to cumming. I felt moisture dripping from my pussy but I just figured those were juices and not actual cum. Kayla’s smile of evil worried me though. She looked in my eyes and said, “Congratulations, bitch; you just experienced your first ruined orgasm.” I had no idea what she was talking about and she saw this through our so-called “best friend” telepathy. “A ruined orgasm,” Mistress Kayla started, “is where you cum but you get absolutely no satisfaction and no relief from cumming. That will teach you twice for being such a naughty girl letting me bind and gag you so easily without even putting up a fight. Well I hoped you enjoyed that orgasm as it may be a long time before you get another one.”

That was so unfair I was being punished with a ruined orgasm for following orders. I found out in later sessions that even if I did everything that Kayla told me to, she would find some reason to punish me just for her own desires and oddly enough I actually learned to enjoy being punished. Ok, I didn’t like ruined orgasms or cold showers, but when she bent me over her knee and spanked me until my ass was beet-red oh I was in heaven. And she knew I liked this so she used it fairly often as punishment, but those were later sessions. Overall though, I knew that being given permission to cum was too good to be true and I was right.

Kayla crawled off me letting the camera run for a few more seconds looking at my ravaged naked body until she turned it off. “Well you’ve earned all your clothes back, slut.” She threw all my clothes on the bed next to me “But too bad you won’t be able to wear them until tomorrow, and I still have your backpack. Well goodnight.”

“That bitch” I thought to myself. “She’s leaving me tied up, naked, and gagged! How am I supposed to sleep in this condition when she gets to sleep comfortably? And what if her parents find me in this position?!”

Kayla opened the door again and I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so silly,” Mistress Kayla said. “I almost forgot.” She flipped off the light switch so it was all dark. “Now I can say goodnight.” With that Kayla shut the door and I was left tied up, gagged, and naked, all alone in the dark. Once again it was too good to be true. I thought it would be very difficult to find sleep like this but I had been so brutally, in my opinion, used that night that sleep washed over me very quickly and I finally got to rest after my first night as Mistress Kayla’s slave.
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As always comments and constructive criticism is appreciated. Also once again installments will probably be coming along pretty slowly. This quarter in school has me doing more writing and reading than most other quarters I've done but seeing that I'll be getting into the main plot line, it may be some more motivation for me.

MyFaceIsJewish

03-15-2012, 09:43 AM

This story is great. I am so glad that I just started reading so that I don't have to wait years for updates. I hope you write again soon.

Komodo Jones

03-23-2012, 03:49 PM

Yes, this is another one of those chapters where I don't want to push the character limit so this will probably be divided into three parts like usual. Also keep in mind installments may be coming a little slower. School starts next week and also I am not a free agent anymore, so that will keep me busy as well, but in a good way;) However, when I get some free time I will try to write a little bit at a time. Anyway, hope you enjoy the latest installment.

Chapter 7: A Very Difficult Task

In the next part of the story that I will tell, it is important to note that three years had passed since Mistress Kayla had made me her slave. I don’t plan on telling you how I earned my backpack as I don’t think it’s crucial to the story. I do plan on telling you later but not in this story. The other two tasks I feel are important though as the gangbang, naked walk, and website showed me being transformed into the slut that Mistress Kayla wanted me to be both by her actions and my own. I also thought it was important to describe the first time between me and her.

Over these three years though I had done many things that I’m not particularly proud of. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy them, I’m just saying it was just a major shift in who I was. Before high school, I had been known as the totally pristine girl. The girl who was friends with everybody, got the best grades; while I didn’t participate in sports or anything I would still say I was pretty popular, but not stuck-up popular like some people are. After Kayla had me collared though, I had developed a reputation by the time I was a sophomore as the “school slut.” It only took me one year to get that title and it still amazes me. Throughout my sophomore and junior years every time I walked through the halls to my next class, it was impossible not to have my ass or tits squeezed by some passerby, I was even pushed against the lockers sometimes for someone who wanted to make out with me and often times they’d rub my pussy shortly. It was usually bare, as panties or any kind of lower underwear was a luxury for me. For all of these advances, I never resisted. To be perfectly honest, I actually kind of liked the attention. I think the guys in the school liked it too as either they got to participate without getting rejected, or they got to see some lesbians making out in the hallway, as girls sometimes “assaulted” me too.

At the beginning of each year it was almost easier to count who I hadn’t had any sexual contact with as Kayla kind of “advertised” me my freshman year and set up many “appointments” for me. I mean she still had many sessions with me as her pet, but I was almost being sold as a product to many other clients. Yes, I use the word sold on purpose as I was bringing in a profit for my “services” but at least Kayla split it with me 50/50. I was still surprised after that first year how many lesbians and bisexual girls we had at that school. Also looks didn’t really matter either as Kayla would set me up with anyone who wanted me. Over all these years though, my hymen still had not been broken. I had many tongues, fingers, and even cocks (usually just the head) in my pussy but I still considered myself a virgin even though my actions certainly didn’t reflect it. My ass on the other hand that was fair game, it had been ravaged by so many cocks, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, beads, and strap-ons. There was other things that made their way in there as Kayla introduced me to new anal things but most of what happened over those three years is inconsequential to this story and meant for another time.

It was another muggy summer day as I waited patiently for Kayla to arrive at my house. It was mid-August and Kayla was coming over because I had practically been banned from the King’s house with the attire that I constantly wore. Not that I could change since Kayla chose every outfit for me. The King’s still had me over but only if you could see more clothes than skin. My parents were kind of concerned about the way I was dressing too, but when you have the possibility of having over one hundred videos and thousands of pics of you in compromising situations being able to be sent to people you know, you kind of go with what the person who’s blackmailing you says. She hadn’t threatened me too much with sending those pics after a few months into my slavery to her. I quickly learned to behave like the good slut she wanted me to be, and she didn’t feel any need to threaten me as I was finding out my place in relation to her. Also I learned to enjoy being Kayla’s little slut. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was updating my website everyday I wouldn’t even know that they existed.

I was nervous as I waited for Kayla to come to my house mainly because of the position I was in. Kayla e-mailed me that morning and only gave me one command, and it was to greet her in a specific way as she was coming over today and I was in that position that she told me to be in. First off, I was in my family room, completely naked except for my sky blue collar that she had put on me three years ago. I didn’t always wear it on my neck but there was not a single day since then that I have not had it on my possession. It was around my neck today though. I was laying on my back with my legs spread apart and my hands cuffed behind my back. Since my slavery, Kayla had bought me my own pair of handcuffs just in case if she was sick or people she told me to please wanted to use them. The key to my handcuffs was in a small black box near the fire pit my family has in the backyard and it’s a long way to walk there, or in my case squirm along like a worm. It took a normal person about a minute to walk there. With my hands behind my back it would take me about five minutes to get there as I didn’t have the best balance and it would be tough to get up. In addition to my nakedness and bound hands I was required to write certain things on my body in permanent marker. Even though not visible at the time, my ass had the words “Spank this” on it. The word spank was on my left cheek and this on my right. On my left tit the word “Slut” was written on it in all caps, and on my right tit the word “Cunt” was written also in all caps. Then on my stomach it said “Use me as you will, Mistress Kayla!” I was not allowed to look at the door as I waited for Kayla to arrive. I was nervous as anyone could walk into the house, since the front door was unlocked, and see me completely naked and take advantage of me and this position would be kind of difficult to explain if my parents came in. I didn’t see this as a possibility as both of my parents were at work, and thankfully my older brother was at a college out of state, but the thought of this risky task covered my white skin in goose bumps.

Soon, I heard a car door slam. My breathing became more rapid as I got nervous hoping that it was my Mistress and not my parents. I heard the front door open which was a good sign as my parents would use the garage. The door shut and I couldn’t hear footsteps as we are one of the families who has people take off their shoes before walking on the floor. I couldn’t see who it was as I wasn’t allowed to look at the door but I could feel the vibrations of the footsteps approaching closer toward me until the person stopped standing between my spread legs. I looked up as best as I could and saw Mistress Kayla smiling at me. All she was wearing was a white pair of panties. Her beautiful tan boobs were all on display. I had sucked and fondled them so many times but yet every time I saw them in all their glory I felt like I was seeing them for the first time and I couldn’t wait to please them.

Mistress Kayla was an expert at roleplaying and she employed it often. She let out a quick gasp as if surprised and started her innocence and sympathetic façade, one of her favorites. “Why you poor little thing, it seems that someone has written filthy lies on your breasts! I’m sure you’re not a whore or a filthy cunt.” I shuddered with pleasure when I heard the second derogatory term. She knew that out of al the names she called me filthy cunt was my favorite, which is why she used it often. True, when our relationship started she mainly excelled in torturing and belittling me. She turned me into nothing more than a sex toy but as I grew more accustomed to this role she had instilled in me the ability to derive pleasure from this new me that she had created and was not afraid to give me pleasure. Kayla lowered herself down upon me so that her pussy was almost right above my navel. “Who would write such nasty things on you?” She looked at the invitation written on my stomach. “Oh, so you have a Mistress, she must have called you a slut and a cunt, but I don’t think you are, are you?” As Kayla ended this term she lowered herself down and shoved her tongue in between my lips and started fondling my left breast with her right hand. With her left hand she slowly rubbed my now smooth pussy. I offered no resistance to her as I loved the feeling of her boobs pressed closely to mine and she didn’t have any problem bringing me to a point of ecstasy that I wish would never end. Not to mention my hands were kind of restricted behind my back.

She broke the kiss after about ten seconds but still had fun playing with my genitalia. She gasped once again putting on her innocent mask again. “Your Mistress was right you are a whore and a cunt. You’ll just let some person you barely even know come in and sexually pleasure you and offer absolutely no resistance. Not to mention I am only in my panties. You made no protest at that.” She gripped my boob firmly but not hard and slipped her middle finger inside my pussy and I let out a soft moan. “Oh and you’re so wet, and you’re moaning and still not making any attempt to make me stop. You are a naughty slut, and naughty sluts should be punished.” With that she slapped each one of my boobs hard and I let out a soft whimper but still offered no resistance.

I had known with this she was going to keep punishing me until I told her through some way usually through body language that I wanted her to stop. She had often played this card before where she would punish me for being so turned on by a woman playing with her knowing well wrong that both of our parents opposed homosexuality. She would say she would keep on punishing me and playing with me until I renounced my sin. Sure it was making her a hypocrite but we never questioned it. She would punish me usually no less than an hour. The shortest time she every drew this out was fifteen minutes because she had to be at a school meeting or something, I don’t quite remember. But at the end of these sessions, many spots on my body would be bright red, mainly my “zones.” My zones of course included my tits, pussy, and ass, but also my inner thighs, my stomach, and every now and then my face. Sometimes she wouldn’t even need to set up a scenario and she would just wail on me unmercifully and I still offered no visible want for her to stop. This was just part of her way to relieve stress and anger and I was in sense her punching bag. However, I had gotten used to it as punishment was usually a daily “activity” for me and if it wasn’t administered by Kayla it was given by the people she had given me over to. For carrying out the punishments for her, my “users” would get me for another half hour, in addition to their normal hour allotment.

Something was amiss today because after Kayla had slapped my tits, she withdrew her fingers from my snatch and didn’t straddle me anymore. She left my house for a little while and I was there naked alone with a very light shade of pink along my marked breast. She came back holding the key to my cuffs and unlocked me. She held me by the wrist and said “Get up and follow me.” Now I knew something was wrong. Never in my three years of servitude had she led me by the wrist somewhere whenever she was alone with me. She would always attach a leash to my collar and lead me around on all fours like she did that first night. She was leading me by the wrist upstairs to my room. She stopped in the entry room first to get her bag which I assumed had her clothes in it, since she was still only wearing panties. I assumed that the bag also had miscellaneous sex toys in it that she often liked to use on me.

When we got up to my room she shed her panties so that she was completely naked. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was always beautiful too. Her pussy was to me as kryptonite is to Superman, although this weakness didn’t destroy me but captivated me like a mindless puppet. Like usual, she had it trimmed so that her tan hair created a little landing strip around her lips. The very few occasions I had gotten to eat her out, I remember that it took me a while to get used to it because her hair kept on tickling my nose making me sneeze. I smiled at this memory as I assumed she was going to let me eat her out again. I had put the memories of her giving up early on my punishment and leading me by the wrist into the back of my mind as I was consumed with lust and wanting to slake my thirst from the nectar of her pussy.

Kayla sighed and had a forlorn expression on her face. “I have some bad news to give to you, Catherine, and it directly relates to you. I figured that since it concerns you I should give you something you enjoy. I want you to eat me out, but I want you to pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you as well.” I was still so consumed with lust and joy of being able to eat her out that I thrust the tell-tale signs of something bad out of my consciousness. Who cares what bad news she had to tell me? I was going to be able to eat her out! She had called me Catherine; Mistress Kayla had not called me Catherine ever since the first day of my freshman year of high school. About the only time she used my name was when telling people who her slave was or asking my mom and dad if I was home when she called them. I still heard my name on a daily basis by many other people but my names from Kayla were mainly whore, slut, slave, filthy cunt and a very long list of other derogatory terms. But like I said, when I got on my knees and put my head between her legs and started lapping at her pussy lips, I didn’t even notice these signs.

Kayla continued in a depressed tone, “Just to make sure that you are paying attention to what I say, I may ask you some yes and no questions. I know it is a little difficult since I know my pussy is so glorious” she chuckled a little bit, “but here are the signals for yes and no. Suck on my clit for yes, suck on my lips for no. Do you understand?” I sucked on her clit for a little bit and she moaned as she rubbed her nipples between her fingers. “Also another thing don’t stop saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ until I start talking again. Do you understand that?” I continued to suck her clit and she continued to moan quietly almost whimpering. She took attention away from her nipples and started running her fingers through my hair. Usually when eating her out, she had me put my hair in a ponytail so that her view of me eating her wouldn’t be obstructed by my hair, it also gave her something to pull easily and it was easier for her to force my face deeper into her honey pot.

“I have to say,” Kayla began, “I have not been entirely truthful with you. I told you that this summer you had grown enough to make your own decisions on who I would want you to please. And to make sure you were doing what I said, I had you collect signatures of said individuals.” She reached into her bag and grabbed the stack of notebook paper with the names of at least one hundred people I had pleased during that summer; she placed it next to her on the bed. I didn’t question why I was spending more time with other people than Mistress Kayla because I had gotten used to following her commands without hesitation that I just did, and didn’t over think or analyze the situation. It was so bad that if Kayla had asked me to jump off a cliff I probably would.

“Well that’s not true,” Kayla said. “I actually had you spend so much time with other people, so that I could have some time away from you. It’s not that I don’t like you, and it’s not that I don’t want to be with you. I love my little slut. Do you believe that?” I stopped from tongue fucking her long enough to suck on her clit again. I sucked on that little nub and she moaned out louder this time. It was a long time sucking her clit, my mouth was getting a little tired, but I continued to suck the little bump into my mouth and roll it around a little with my tongue making her so wet. Her juices coated her nether regions and the lower half of my face, as well as the inside of my mouth. I wasn’t even too concerned that she had lied to me as I was in pure ecstasy and by her body language I could tell she was too. However, it did make me wonder if she had something important to tell me why was she taking so long to tell me. As soon as this thought passed through my head she creamed all over my face. I didn’t even bother wiping it off. I loved getting facials. I mean I loved swallowing cum from a cock or a pussy as well but just something about sprayed jizz all over your face, oh god it just turns me on so much. I’m even getting wet just thinking about it, but anyway back to my story.

“I took so long to start speaking again, because I didn’t know how to break this to you. The time I hadn’t been spending with you this summer, I’ve been spending with somebody else and when I say spending I mean spending” she said putting emphasis on the last word of that sentence. She breathed out, “I’ve been training a new slave.”

Up until now I had been happily thrusting my tongue in her sweet pink folds every now and then stopping to suck her clit when she asked me a question. With this statement though, I withdrew my tongue and shouted at her “What?!” I quickly covered my mouth with a surprised look on my face. Did I really just do that? I cannot believe I just did that. I had never ever EVER outburst at my Mistress like that!

“First off,” Kayla said in an angry voice, “don’t ever raise your voice to me again.” She slapped me so hard across the face that I almost fell to the floor on my side, and tears automatically streamed down my face. “And secondly,” she slapped my across the face again and this time I did fall to the floor, “I never told you to stop eating me out!” The second slap across the face stung a little more than the first because of the moisture produced by my tears which came out pretty quickly. I laid on my side on the floor and didn’t bother getting up. I knew that she was right to punish me and even though I hated my face getting slapped, I knew it was necessary for me to learn. “Now, Kayla said, “ normally I would be chaining you outside on your back patio for a couple of hours with a vibrator against your pussy, not in, and an inflatable dildo up your ass until I felt you had enough time to reflect and learn your lesson. I’d also put a ball gag around you so that you couldn’t talk back to me anymore.”

“However,” she continued, “I need you to listen so I can’t give you so much stimuli. It would distract you. Your punishment is not being able to eat me out anymore, I gave you the pleasure of eating me out something you desire so much but apparently you wanted to reject it. In fact, “Kayla said rummaging through her bag, “you don’t even deserve to look at my naked body.” She wrapped a blindfold around my eyes and told me to keep on kneeling. I could tell she was gyrating her hips so close to my face tantalizing me with what I couldn’t have anymore. I could smell her musk and I wanted so bad to just stick out my tongue and just lick it, but I know that would get me in even more trouble as I would be rejecting a punishment. I had messed up big time and I knew it and denial especially from her when she was right within reach of her was one of my least favorite punishments.

She never stopped teasing me. I couldn’t see but my other senses were heightened and I knew she had brought both her tits and her ass as well close to my face a couple of times. It was sheer torture. I couldn’t see her but I could visualize her evil smile or was she sad? She had a rather disappointed tone to her voice, so I wasn’t sure. .My other senses were heightened so I could tell that her ass was mere centimeters away from my face. I could smell it, and it smelled awesome like always as well as it‘s taste. She always kept it clean unlike some of the people I had pleasured. I shudder just thinking about those times. I could also tell this because when she started speaking her voice was not as loud as it would have been if she had been facing me. “Now where was I,” Mistress Kayla asked herself. “Oh yes, my new slave. Here’s how it began…”
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Oh was I mean by ending it on a cliffhanger? Of course I was, I love doing stuff like that. Who is Kayla's new slave? Why does she have a new slave? How did it happen and more importantly what's going to become of Catherine? I know the answers, but unfortunately you will have to look forward to future installments to find the answers out. As always, compliments, feedback, and constructive criticism is always welcome. Also speculations and predictions of the questions above are appreciated also, that would actually be interesting to see what you guys think. Oh and if you're truly awesome you'll rate this. Even if it's a bad rating I could really go for seeing some stars next to the title.

Komodo Jones

03-25-2012, 07:35 AM

Hello faithful readers. I don't think I'll have the space to post this in the next installment so I'll say it now. Also this is for my own sake. Due to the fact that technically while I"m writing this particular paragraph, I'm still on spring break, my dom is working on a new task for me, and for no real obligations for the weekend the next installment is practically written. I just have to proofread it and make corrections and it's done. Also I will say that this chapter will most likely be expanded into four or five parts rather than the originally planned three. I originally was going to post it today but as the tile of this particular entry states...I'm not really motivated to post it. So I guess I need some. Sorry to do this, but until I get at least five different comments, at least one of them being guesses or theories to the question addressed at the end of the last installment, from five different users, I will not be uploading the next installment of Chapter 7. I have over 14,000 views on this story so I know some people enjoy it so just speak up; formulate some guesses for the questions from the last chapter. Just think the faster you comment, the faster the next installment will be uploaded. Also this will probably be the only time I will do this in my story.

shynessincarnate

03-25-2012, 09:59 AM

Oh God, I've just caught up on everything. You got me through a realm of emotions and I can't decide if I hate you for what you've written so far or love you for it. Grrr, dilemmas, dilemmas.

Now, as far as guessing goes, I will give this a shot. From what I've read so far, I can only imagine one person being trained by Kayla is Shawn.

I'm looking forward to the next part, keep writing!

Oh, and by the way, five-starred (even if the updates do come in rather slowly, but I understand what it's like to write and have a life at the same time ;) )

Shy

em52388

03-25-2012, 12:57 PM

Still playing catch up but skimmed ahead and saw this. :o So I thought I'd put my name in to help your motivation.

Komodo Jones

04-07-2012, 09:12 AM

I have had the latest installment for Targeting the Ignored (TtI) written for almost two weeks now and I haven’t published it and it almost didn’t get published for two reasons. The first was earlier this week; my laptop died. Thankfully, I was able to extract that file and back it up before my laptop died. The second reason, and the more important reason, is because of something I did that was foolish. I do plan on posting that chapter very soon but before I do so, I plan to expand on the foolish thing I did, and apologize to all my readers for doing it.

The weekend I typed this chapter was very productive as it’s not a usual occurrence that I can write two full chapters in quick succession. The foolish thing I did though was put a request, although now it’s viewed as more of a command, to my readers before I posted the second part. I told my readers that until I got five comments on my story, from five different users, one of the responses being speculations about the questions left unanswered at the end of my previous chapter, I would not post the next chapter until this happened. As of now, I only have two.

Now, why I did this was a motive of pure jealousy and maybe a sprinkle of self-doubt. My story has been on the site for at least a couple of years and by the looks of it isn’t heavily trafficked. I was sick of seeing all these newer stories getting stars next to them and having tens of comments between entries whereas between my entries which were a lot further apart, I was lucky if I got one. So it made me angry and I questioned whether if it was even worth writing this anymore. Sure I had 14,000 views but it still felt pointless. I chose five comments because I thought it would be an easily attainable number. I was over-confident during this and didn’t even think of the possibility that I would not get my five commands thus ending the story forever.

After two weeks, I realize that this is the case as I still only have two comments. Before I post my next chapter, I would like to apologize to my readers and explain what I’m apologizing for as some people may not see the fault in this situation. Although my readers need to be apologized to I need to apologize to someone else first, myself. I will say I love writing, I really do and I really love writing this story in particular. It’s the furthest I’ve ever written in a story and it’s combining two things I like; sex and writing. The problem with the five comment thing is I didn’t realize I wasn’t just tantalizing my readers; I was tantalizing myself. In a Creativity class I took last quarter we were told that each one of us has an inner child that is revealed through our art. My artistic medium is writing. Now while I may write other things such as papers, or chatting with friends online or dares it’s not the same as TtI is a creative process as my imagination has run wild in this work. In not writing this I was suffocating my inner child and also myself. I said I enjoy writing this story and by unknowingly putting it in a position where it would just stop was hurting myself as well. I may have clinical depression, but I’m smart enough to know not to take away something you enjoy. I write this to entertain you for sure, but a large amount why I write this story is for myself as well as I’ve stated before I love writing this story.

Now as for you my faithful readers, the five comment thing was stupid. You read this story to be entertained. However, when I said I won’t post until five comments are up was turning the entertainment to work, not something enjoyable. Entertainment is not a “you scratch my back, I scratch yours” kind of agreement. That’s what I made it though. Sure I could twist it around and say “hey it’s the other readers fault for not posting comments.” However, when you analyze it the blame rests solely on my shoulders. In the same way, it’s not fair to the two people who posted comments, shyness and em for waiting for others to post and me making it this way, as you wait for the next chapter and I do nothing about it. When you think about it it’s stupid. Why am I forcing readers to write comments? In order, to do this posting comments they’re not genuine. So I’m actually hurting myself by absorbing empty praise. Praise will be given when praise is due and I’d rather have one true praising comment than five false ones. Also with the story being buried so quickly in the forums some faithful readers may not even know I was doing this. Why should innocent people be penalized for something they don’t know? They shouldn’t.

The last thing I noticed was the delusion of I though comments symbolizes a good story. It doesn’t. Sure it feels great to get comments but the true merit of a story lies in whether the author is happy with it. If the artist tried their hardest and they’re satisfied with it, it’s a good story no matter what other people say. So that’s my thought process behind the five comments. Once again I’d like to apologize to all my readers and say hope you enjoy the next chapters and the ones yet to come.

rspisc

04-07-2012, 02:58 PM

I've loved your story, but I, like a lot of readers I think, don't comment much. (I think this is the first time I've ever commented on a story), That doesn't mean we're not faithful readers. Please continue.

shynessincarnate

04-08-2012, 06:16 AM

Thanks for the post Komodo...even if it isn't the next installmet grrr...(kidding ;) ) I am truly happy you have come to realize that the most important person a writer writes for is him/herself and that if you get pleasure out of writing then you should just keep going, because it makes you feel good.

Take care,

Shy

Stormwalker22

04-09-2012, 12:48 AM

Hey Komodo I just wanna say I really love your story it always keeps me on my toes and it is written very well and Im not saying all this because you asked for 5 comments its because I truely think you deserve it and I never say anything I dont truely mean. I hope you keep writing and if you are ever done with this story I hope you start another one because I will surely read that one as well.

P.S. I think you do deserve praise for your hard work :)

Komodo Jones

04-09-2012, 10:15 AM

PLEASE READ THE INTRO IMPORTANT! Because this chapter is so long, I'm going to keep this short. In the third paragraph of this installment, the point of view will shift to where the story is told from Kayla's point of view just to avoid putting quotations on every paragraph. Hope you enjoy the latest installment as always comments and constructive criticism is always appreciated.
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Chapter 7: A Very Difficult Task (Part 2)

I can’t really give any details on what Mistress Kayla was doing to torture me, what movements she was making, if she was pleasuring herself, or if she was overjoyed recounting the tale of her new slave. It was already hard enough to deal with the fact that she had another slave but not being able to interact with her anymore even though it was so close just added to the mental and emotional pain. Her pussy, her ass, her tits, even her lips were mere millimeters away from my own lips while she told the story and I realized that before when I was able to tongue fuck her and suck on her clit may have been my last opportunity to pleasure her, as I knew that this new slave was going to be taking my place. It was even torture not being able to gaze on the magnificence that was Kayla’s naked body. I know I have said this many times before but I just want to convey to you how much Mistress Kayla meant to me. It’s amazing with how much accuracy I can retell what Kayla’s conversation was but then again I didn’t have much of a choice as the only three stimuli I had were the feeling of pressure on my knees after a while, her constant tantalization of ambrosia and nectar she waved in front of me almost touching my lips, and the words she spoke.

As I said before ,her ass was right in front of my face when she started, so close that my nose could almost touch the skin of it. “Now where was I,” Mistress Kayla asked herself. “Oh yes, my new slave. Here’s how it began…”

It was my senior year of high school, your junior year of course, when I met my new slave It is kind of odd that you were in a lot of my classes that year as classes are usually kept to their specific grades. Although then again you were always smarter. Biology was mainly made for the sophomores but you started as a freshman. I was always amazed to see how much you valued your valedictorian status that you still managed to keep it despite you being constantly “busy” usually with me, but many other men and women got to experience you also. Yet you were always the smartest in your class and your grades never slipped. It was almost unheard of at our school that we could have a smart slut, especially since being a slut comprised most of your day. But that’s what I wanted you to be, ever since I collared you. Sure I wanted you to be mine, and you know I used you a lot of days for my own sexual pleasures. However, I always had a feeling that the pristine completely innocent girl was just a front and I was right. The very first day I had you, you masturbated while I was watching the Legend of Zelda game on TV, before I started watching you while you masturbated, never cumming unless I allowed you to. Giving yourself up to me even though there were so many options you could employ to let yourself continue to be free. You just gave into your curiosity though completely disregarding the adage “Curiosity killed the cat.” Watching the video of your quasi-gangbang with Alex, Samuel, and Nick all who have been regular “customers” of mine to use you I knew you loved what they were doing to you. Sure you were a little nervous at first, and you were in pain when Samuel practically destroyed your ass but I could tell by your actions that you couldn’t get enough of it, especially Nicholas. Oh you loved Nick; how you tried to get more of his cock in your mouth when he stopped and you happily bouncing your ass on his cock while you waited for me to pick you up. I acted like I was mad when you watched him walk off in the distance and I even punished you by making you walk on all fours across the asphalt with scraped knees. In all due honesty, I was glad because I knew I had already awakened your inner slut. But anyway this is about my new slave not about you.

As you remember during my senior years some weekends I was not with you as I was going to visiting days for colleges seeing if any really appealed to me. Sure I could look it up online or get brochures but there’s no better to see what it’s like then seeing it in first-person Well the first weekend when Nick said he would keep you “entertained” over the weekend is when I met my new slave. Obviously it was out of state otherwise I wouldn’t need to make sure that someone watched you making sure you behaved. It sure is lucky that your parents believed that you were spending a weekend at a friend’s house those weekends I was gone. Of course the activities weren’t braiding hair, watching chick flicks, and getting makeovers, although I’m not entirely sure if cum all over your face helps reduce zits or not. And thankfully Nick wasn’t the only one who offered to watch you those weekends as I didn’t want him getting too jealous that I owned you and he didn’t.

Back on topic though, we were out of state and my parents and I had separate rooms at the hotel we stayed at. Of course you know that, as you performed on webcam for me those weekends and watched a few performances between you and my “slut-sitters.” My parents wouldn’t approve of me watching this but I just wanted to check for myself that you were behaving. I could’ve stayed on campus but just too much drinking and smoking and I know some boys would try to take advantage of me, and I only engage in sexual activity with men I choose, like our camera and website technician Robert. But Saturday night around ten, shortly after I got off the computer with you I heard a knock at my hotel door. I quickly put a pair of lounge pants on as I was completely naked from the waist down watching you on my laptop, for obvious reasons and I thought perfect timing on my parent’s part since I had just gotten off the computer. I looked through the eyehole to see who it was and it wasn’t my parents. It wasn’t a large man who looked liked he could kill me either. I opened the door as I felt safe opening the door to the producer of the knock. The person who had knocked at the door was a woman. She looked to be about my age, had blonde hair that had a slight curl to it that was tied up in sort of a ponytail and she had turquoise eyes. She was dressed in a pink tank top and pastel blue lounge pants. I had never seen this girl before but not wanting to be rude I asked, “Hi can I help you?”

The girl darted her eyes to me and the ground back and forth. “Um,” she said in a shaky voice. She looked down at the ground for a minute and held up one finger as in wait a minute. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous,” the girl said.

“Nervous, why?”

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you look like someone.” She paused for a little while, “Are you familiar with a website called K’s slut, only the second s is a dollar sign?”

I was taken aback a little bit. I had handed out a fair amount of memberships to your website and usually I asked for some photo id for people who hadn’t met with you but I know I had never seen this woman before in any pictures and I know I hadn’t fixed her up with you. Regaining my composure I said, “Yes I am, I am the Mistress of the slut on that website.”

Her face lit up at hearing this and she became less nervous. “Sorry for bugging you but, I saw you at the campus tour today and I thought it was you. I love your website! Do you mind if I come in?”

I looked at her vibrant face and although her clothes were pretty loose and left a lot to the imagination I decided to have a little fun with her before letting her in. With her initial nervousness I figures she could be easily manipulated. Especially with a “celebrity” like myself. “No I don’t mind if you come in…if you get naked first.”

“Oh sure of course, I don’t mind getting na-” but I stopped her shortly as she started to walk towards me, to enter the room.

“Uh, uh. I said get naked before you get in, here…in the hallway. Then give your clothes to me and I’ll let you in.” She looked a little worried and she bit her bottom lip. I reassured her saying, “Don’t worry I won’t do anything to you that I do to my whore on my website unless you ask me to. I won’t make a move on you we’ll just talk unless you choose you want to have a little fun. You can trust me. I promise you that I will give you your clothes back, before you leave my room.”

The woman hesitated a little more. She obviously was not a fan of public exposure even though it was minimal, it was also late at night. The odds of her being seen completely naked were slim and I was going to be completely honest with her. Once she stripped, gave me her clothes, I would let her in and we’d just talk. Apparently, her want to talk to me was greater than her detest for public exposure as she raised her arms and slid her tank top off and I was glad to see she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. Her tank top needed to be tighter to give her justice. Her tits were about the same size as mine and she had beautiful pink nipples. Her areola had crinkled up a little bit and her nipples had gotten hard. Probably a mixture of sexual excitement and cold being in a hotel hallway where anyone could see her topless at any minute at any other hour of the day.

She handed her tank top to me and I said, “No, no, no, no. Fold it neatly, then give it to me.” Ah, the look in her eyes was priceless as it had a little bit more fear in it but she had already got this far. So when I handed the tank top back to her ,she folded it up then gave it to me. I had my eyes glued on her tits as she started to bend over to take off her lounge pants. I loved every little movement and jiggle of her jugs as she removed her bottoms. Learning from her past mistakes, she folded her lounge pants and gave them to me. Then she bent over one more time to take off a zebra print thong. Not exactly what I expected with her outward appearance of pastels but I wasn’t complaining because I would have a naked girl in my room, a very attractive naked girl in my room. As she slipped out of her thong and was folding I couldn’t help smiling at the wet spot on the front of it. She was excited and I was thinking I may be able to have some fun tonight, but only if she was up to it. She handed her folded zebra print thong to me and I moved my left arm from the doorway so that she could walk in. It was a good thing too, because just as she got into the room another door very close to mine was just opening. Sure I could shove her back out there and let someone see her completely naked but I’m a woman of my word and I didn’t want to get in trouble for indecent exposure with her so I quickly shut the door.

“Have a seat in one of the chairs over there, and we’ll talk a bit.” I said as I added her clothes in the drawer that I was keeping mine. While she was walking over there I inhaled her aroma on her thong before sitting in the chair adjacent from her. She sat in the armchair and I sat on the office chair at the desk. I quickly shut my laptop just in case if you were to pop up and see me with her, although I think you were probably too busy having your ass filled by Nick’s cock at the time. That’s what you had done last when we signed off. As I turned around I saw that she had her legs and arms were crossed as to not expose herself to me. “Honey, I said I’m not going to talk to you unless I can see you. It’s not like I haven’t seen a pussy and tits before I mean we have the same anatomy.” She blushed a little bit but as she complied I got to see a little bit more of who she was. She was a little bit taller than me, but then again most people are. She had only a tiny little bit of fat on her but for the most part she was pretty skinny. She also was completely shaven at her pussy but you could see little stains and streams of her juices dripping from it and her nipples were still hard.

“Do you want a pop,” I said rolling my chair to the mini-fridge in the room.

“No thanks.” she replied.

“So what’s your name?” I asked her.

“Rachel…Rachel Warner.”

“You probably know me as Mistress as that’s the only thing I’ve been called on the website.” I laughed a little as I opened up a can of Diet Pepsi and took a drink of it “My real name though is Kayla King. Nice to meet you Rachel.”

“Sorry if I seem a little nervous,” Rachel started in, “but I was just afraid that you were going to throw me on the bed or something and start spanking me mercilessly like you do to your…slut.” She blushed again.

“Rachel, I told you I wasn’t going to do anything unless you wanted me to. Let alone I wouldn’t spank you or torture you for two reasons. First, a hotel is not the best place for inflicting pain because of noise, disturbing to the other guests. Secondly,” I said taking another drink of pop, “I just met you, you’re not my slave and I’m not going to go back on my word to you. Although I do have a question. I’m pretty sure you’re not from around where I live, and I photo ID all the people who haven’t met up with my slut before I give them membership. So I ask, how do you know about ks$lut?”

“No I don’t live around where you live at least I don’t think I do. I only live about twenty minutes away from this school which is why I’m interested in it. The only reason you hadn’t seen me in a photo ID search is because a friend of mine showed the website to me and I’m sure you’ve photo ID’ed several girls too, so you’ve probably seen her. She and I like to fool around every now and then. We get a lot of ideas on what to do from your site yet regrettably we don’t own any toys so we can’t really do that. But we do a lot of petting, oral, and fingering; but we don‘t do pain because we both have low pain thresholds. Of course we do watch the other videos also of your slut getting fucked by guys, but we especially like the ones with you and you slut. Which speaking of, how do you get your slut to have sexual activity with so many anonymous partners?”

“Well at first, I had to use some blackmail. Her first encounter with the three guys, she originally resisted but I could tell that she really wanted it. Then after the pictures and videos went up that turned to blackmail by threatening to send these pictures to her friends and family. Now she just does it because she loves it. I honestly don’t have to force her to do it anymore. I knew pretty much from the start that she had an inner slut just begging to be set free. She loves attention, showing off her body, and pleasing people sexually. You may also ask why she’s still a virgin. Yes she is. It’s because I have a special plan of how she’s going to lose her virginity, but that won’t be until later.”

Rachel responded, “When you said you could tell that she was a slut, that kind of intrigued me. Can you read what I am?”

I actually did and it was blatantly obvious. I don’t know why I have these gifts but I am able to read people and see what their true sexual desire is. This is where the problem began though, what she wanted was something she could not get from her friend that she fooled around with. It‘s a very special kink that so many want but so many people don‘t know how to execute it. I however had excelled in many kinks, and I knew how to execute it properly. I knew that I wanted to awaken her real inner sexual self. “Yes I do know what your true sexual desire is.”

“Well what is it?” Rachel inquired.

“Despite what you think, you are actually a pain whore. Pain turns you on, the thought of someone strapping you down and mercilessly spanking your ass gets you off. The reason you don’t experiment that much with pain is because you’re being hindered by your friend who has a low threshold. You can deny it all you want but I can see it in your eyes and tell by your body that you love pain.”

Rachel’s eyes flashed. “What, that’s crazy! I told you that me and my friend don’t do the painful things you do to your slut because we have low thresholds. How can you call me a pain whore? I dare you to prove it!”

This was an obvious signal that I was right in my prediction that she got off on pain. When someone says “I dare you…” for me that’s a direct translation of, “I know it’s true , but I won’t admit it without proof.” So be it, I always bring my little bag of toys with me. I have a bag of toys for Kayla, which Nick had at the time, but I also have my own for my own needs, as I was probably going to need a dildo for myself later tonight as Rachel was so hot. I was going to accept her dare of proving to her that she craved pain. “OK, you don’t believe me, but I know you really are what I say you are. And I’m willing to prove it. I need you to sit on the bed and I need to blindfold you, and I can do one little tiny thing to prove that you want pain.”

“Fine, but I can guarantee that once you do whatever painful thing you’re going to do to me, I won’t be able to bear it even if it is tiny and me and my beautiful body will leave.” Her beautiful body, she said. She’s cocky, so I will love proving her wrong. Unlike you, I’m not a virgin and of the guys and girls I’ve slept with, I’ve been able to tell what they truly want and every time I was correct. She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down and I got into my drawer where Rachel’s clothes still were and pulled out a red blindfold. I tied it around her head and asked her if she could see. She was shaking a little bit but I knew it wasn’t from nervousness. It was from sexual excitement and her inner self struggling to get out. “No I can’t see a thing,” she said “even though I told you I will know when you do something and I’ll leave because it will hurt and I don’t like pain.”

The more she resisted her true self, the more I looked forward to proving her wrong. “Okay if you say so. I guess I’m wrong since you’re so dead-set against it but do something for me before you go. I love to see women masturbate especially women as gorgeous as you. Will you masturbate for me a little while, just a couple of minutes, until you cum?” I said all of this in a sweet, loving, gentle voice.

“Well you did say that we have all the same anatomy, so I don’t see any harm in it. Wait a minute,” Rachel said defensively. “You’re not taping me or anything are you?”

“Nope I’m not going to tape you. My laptop is closed, and my digital camera is in the drawer with your clothes, which I will give back to you after you’re done masturbating. I also promise not to lay a finger on you.” I was going to keep this promise, but I was still going to prove that she loved pain.

Rachel didn’t waste any time building up to the good part, she didn’t even
bother rubbing her pussy before she slipped her middle finger inside of her and started fucking herself gently and she was moaning softly. I think the thought of her masturbating for an audience turned her on, but I knew something that was going to turn her on even more. After watching her masturbate for a little while, I quietly reached into my bag to put my plan into action. Thankfully, she was too concentrated on masturbating that she didn’t hear me rummage around in my bag. I pulled out two clothespins. By the time I turned around, Rachel was still masturbating, a little faster and she had inserted her index finger into her pussy as well. I tiptoed over to her quietly and knew I had to time this just right as her breasts were heaving as her breathing became faster as she fingered herself faster. Thankfully, I was a master at this. After all I managed to take your bottoms off when you were masturbating without you noticing. I studied Rachel’s movements for a while before I managed to attach a clothespin to her left nipple. She didn’t stop masturbating as I knew she would love it. I’m pretty sure she had noticed but I knew her body ached for it. I quickly applied the other clothespin to her other breast. And that was enough to turn her on as I suspected and as I said I literally did not lay a finger on her. She entered her ring finger into her pussy and began fucking herself so fast. She wasn’t moaning any more but whimpering in ecstasy. I just sat back and watched the show which didn’t last too much longer as about half a minute with the clothespins on her and her fucking herself so quickly she quickly came. Sure I wanted a taste of it but the taste of proving she was a pain junkie would be much sweeter than any cum.

Rachel took the blindfold off and said, “Well at least I managed to turn you on by cumming for you. The added sensation of not being able to see you was amazing. Well I guess I’ll see you later…online” she said as she reached in her drawer for her clothes.

“Yep, thanks for supporting. Just e-mail the website and I‘ll give you a free month membership” I said. “Oh wait a minute, Rachel before you go I want my clothespins back.”

“What clothespins?”

“The ones attached to your nipples.” She looked down and sure enough the clothespins were attached to her nipples still and she hadn’t even bothered to take them off even though she took the blindfold off. I smiled a devious smile, “I told you, you’re a pain whore and you didn’t last more than a minute after I attached the clothespins you were whimpering in ecstasy and were pumping your fingers in and out of you like the piston of an engine afterwards.”

Rachel didn’t bother taking the clothespins off. She didn’t even look at me in surprise because she knew the truth. She just flopped down on the bed, dropped her clothes and started crying. “Ok, it’s true I admit it I’m a pain whore. I love being spanked, I love candle wax, I love ice. I daydream about being tied down and spanked until my ass is blood red. I watch those punishment videos you made with your slut almost every day and often times wish I was in your slut’s position. I want my friend to hurt me but she doesn’t like pain so I have to give the satisfaction of pain to myself but it’s not enough!”

Rachel continued to cry and I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. “I know, Rachel it’s hard to find someone who knows how to instill pain properly. You have to go at the right pace and know how much the human body can handle before it breaks.”

Rachel looked up and then looked at me. She quickly climbed on top of me and had eagerness in her voice “But you know how much the human body can handle before it breaks. You do it to your slut all the time. That means you could…do the same for me? Distance is a problem but if we go to the same school…” Rachel covered her mouth and breathed in sharply with delight. “Kayla if we go to the same school, will you be my roommate and my Mistress?”

Rachel took me by surprise. She knew I already had a slave but then again I had never said it was a monogamous relationship. After all, you have had many sexual partners. But before I got to respond that I already had a slave and that I would have to think about it, Rachel passionately kissed me on the lips, and inserted her tongue into my mouth and started licking every square inch of my tongue. I offered no resistance and actually kissed back at her. So here she was completely naked and I was fully clothed, she was on top of me and we were making out. I grabbed her naked ass and only two thoughts went through my head during this kiss, “I may have myself a new slave, and I definitely won’t need my dildo tonight.”
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You know I would bet anyone a million dollars if they could have guessed who Kayla's new slave was before posting this chapter. I don't have a million dollars.

Komodo Jones

04-09-2012, 10:23 AM

I'm sure as you've read this story some of you may have had questions. Are these based off real people? How old is Catherine? Are you aware that you got some parts of the female anatomy wrong?

Well in my blog, I have started a thread called "Targeting the Ignored FAQ's" in which I will answer some inquires you may have. Some questions and answers are already posted. However, it probably won't go on any further unless you have questions. I'm not asking you to post questions like the five comments thing, I'm just offering a service to help you understand and/orenjoy the story better if you wish. You can access the entry by clicking here (http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=7099).

If you have a question you would like answered on there shoot me a pm. Keep in mind I will not answer any questions that will reveal parts of the story that haven't been posted yet. Hope you enjoyed the most recent installment.

Komodo Jones

07-28-2012, 06:08 PM

Sorry for such a long wait. I always have trouble writing these kind of chapters, yet I think they're the ones that most people enjoy. Once again this part of the story will be from Kayla's point of view. Also whenever the word you is in the story it's usually referring to Catherine, since Kayla is talking to her. Hopefully, this will alleviate some confusion. I also hope you enjoy this installment and as always comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
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Chapter 7: A Very Difficult Task (Part 3)

As Rachel and I practically feasted on each other’s tongues, I quickly pushed her off me and said “Wait a minute.” I finished catching my breath as there had been quite a lot of passion in that kiss even though it was only a couple of seconds. “I am very uncomfortable with this,” I said.

Rachel shot me a painful look. “What do you mean you’re uncomfortable with this?! You were practically shoving your tongue down my throat!”

She was right to question me as I was very comfortable with us making out and with what was going to transpire between us, but when given the opportunity I like to tease people. This makes sense as it is my nature as a Mistress. However, I just used this as an excuse to prolong her lust for me I turned my back toward her and peeled my white tee shirt off and reached behind me to pull my lilac lace bra off. Instead of folding them like I did with Rachel’s clothes, I haphazardly threw them to the side, I just figured I wasn’t going to be putting them back on anytime soon. I then carefully pulled my lounge pants down but didn’t bend over so that she couldn’t see my pubic area just yet. I bent down on my knees rather than at my waist to pull these off. After some wiggling, I was finally able to step out of them and toss them over with the rest of my clothes. Rachel could see my bare ass and although it is beautiful, I knew what she truly wanted to see, even though I’m absolutely sure she was enjoying this view. You were very highly trafficked on your website for sure, but I got a lot of mail as well; mostly men commenting on how beautiful the both of us were and what they would love to do my boobs. Women commented too but they were mostly men. I knew that by that response, Rachel wanted to see my large tits. However, like I said before I love to tantalize people, so I used my arms and hands to cover my pussy and breasts as I turned around. Now as you know my boobs are large enough that just by using my right arm I could not cover all of them you can see the curves of the bottom of them peeking out from below my arm and can see a fair bit of them above my arm too. But I did what I could covering them especially my nipples. Then of course my left hand was covering my slightly trimmed pussy. Even though the majority of my areas were hidden, Rachel’s mouth was open agape. I laughed in my head, if she stayed like this anymore she’d start drooling on the bed. She definitely had active saliva glands as I had gotten a lot of her spit in my mouth when we were making out.

I am by no means a virgin, and I’ve had quite a few experiences with men but not nearly as many as I would like with women. Now even though I wanted to administer the pain that Rachel craved so much, I decided against it and just decided for pure vanilla sex with her tonight. As I walked towards the bed still covering my areas I said to Rachel jokingly, “Ah, now I’m comfortable.” A smile automatically shot to her face as she realized that I had no intention of leaving my room without her lust for me satisfied, until she needed another drink. I still was happy that it was late at night and that me and my parents had different rooms. I started walking over toward the bed and crawled as best as I could, whilst still covering my areas, on top of Rachel and started giving her little pecks on the lips. She wanted passion but I made her wait, I wanted her lust to be built up as much as she could take so I could just say the word sex and she would scream out in another orgasm. I eventually put my lips to hers and left them there and we kissed lovingly not infused with heat or passion you know those kisses that you see sometimes in lesbian porn where they suck on each other’s lips or tongues but don’t do it hard but with tenderness. If you have no idea what I’m talking about just use your imagination. Anyway, our breasts were squeezed tight together I was making no effort to block them from her, but I still didn’t want her to see them and I was hoping that Rachel would find it really weird to have her eyes open while kissing. We all know how that is. Our pussies were pressed against each other despite our minor height differences and my right hand was stroking and playing with her blonde hair. Her hands in the meantime had found their way to my ass and she was kneading my cheeks. I had no protest with this as I was not limiting her to what she could and couldn’t do tonight, within reason. Also no one knows a woman’s body better than another woman, so I was in ecstasy.

After about two minutes of romantic kissing I stopped; grabbed Rachel’s arms so they were off my ass put them above her head and held down her wrists together. She offered absolutely no resistance, and the nervousness that was in her eyes when we first met had all disappeared. Lust and submission were the only things in this girl’s mind. She wanted to be used and she was like a mannequin just letting me put her in any position I wanted her in. I didn’t plan on using her tonight but I know she wanted me to. So I decided to give her a little satisfaction. I told her to close her eyes and she did as I said. I rammed my tongue down her throat again and she kissed back with as much intensity as I did. My left hand was holding her wrists above her head and I moved off her just slightly maybe about half an inch so that I could reveal her left breast. As I continued to kiss her I grabbed her nipple with my right hands and pinched it between my fingernails. As expected, she moaned against my mouth as I knew she would love that since she was a pain whore. I then moved a little more, broke the kiss, and smacked her tit as I have done so many times with you. Instead of an ouch, a wince, or a sharp intake of air, Rachel just moaned and let out a contented sigh, all with her eyes closed. I moved back on her and teased her some more. I stuck out my tongue and moved my tongue up to the little groove that runs from your nose to your upper lip. I stuck the tip of my tongue just barely past the rosy flesh of her lips and took my time slowly licking the entire border of her upper lip, got to the crease between her upper lip and lower lip and still just took my tongue tracing the border of her mouth with my tongue, I could feel the wetness dripping from her pussy and the moisture it put on mine. I was getting wet too and our juices were mixing into a lovely cocktail which I’m sure tasted divine. I never found if it did though because I wanted to extend this is as much as I could before heat took over and I couldn’t resist the urge to sexually maul her like an animal. As I went to the upper lip, she lifted her head upward to try and bring it into a full kiss. I leaned up a bit put my hand on her left breast and pushed her gently back down. I know she wanted to kiss me again but I wanted this night to be special between us, because things would change between us drastically if we went to the same college as I’d be dishing out pain to her almost every day, and would probably be using a ball gag to keep her silent while I “hurt” her. She complied and rested her back on the bed letting me have my way with her. As I traced the contours of her lips with my tongue I kneaded her breast and took opportunities to twist and pinch her nipple. Whilst I was doing this she let out little whimpers and moaned lightly whenever I administered a little pain. I teased her licking every square inch of her lips in the orderly fashion I had been doing increasing my distance to the crease, by about a millimeter each time. I could tell Rachel was getting restless as I was giving her pleasure and pain at the same time she wanted more as she started bucking her hips against mine. I let her do so as I was almost done licking her lips and the whole time she bucked against me I took the opportunity to put her now hardened nipple between the nails of my thumb and index finger bringing it a continuous pinch and every time I pinched harder she bucked her hips faster against mine looking for some release, and through the whole experience her speed was based on the intensity of the pain. Her moist snatch rubbing against mine making a moist slapping sound every time our pussies met was driving me closer to the edge and before I realized I started bucking my hips against hers too. My animalistic urges took over and I stopped licking her lips and pummeled my tongue into her mouth and she did the same to me. Both of us tongue wrestling, our hips bucking against each other, her hands still above her head, me still hurting her breast, the room became a concert of moaning and whimpering and the aroma of sex, pussy juice, sweat, and passion permeated the room.

I broke our kiss as I wanted to bring this to the next level now that the sex beast in me was unleashed. I also let go of her wrists but I still had her keep her eyes closed. I positioned myself so that I was sitting on her and our pussies were aligned. I took her hands and put them on my tits, then I put my hands over hers. “Have fun with them until we both climax.” Rachel kept her pretty little eyes shut as I didn’t want her to see my tits just yet, but she had a smile that crossed her whole face. It looked like she had just gotten a cumshot over her eyes sans liquid. She started kneading my boobs gently as I took over the thrusting motion since her hands were kind of full, literally. It was kind of weird that her gentle touch was the complete antonym of my hard thrusting. It was almost like it was the first time she was feeling a woman’s breasts besides her own and it made me wonder is she actually had a friend that she played with like she said. Although her innocent face never gave me reason to deny that she was always telling the truth except for her own denial of being a pain whore, but I saw that and knew I would get it out of her before I let her leave. Rachel soon changed tactics though and her hands were pretty much locked in place but she moved her hands so that my nipples were in between her index and middle fingers and she started pulling my nipples the best she could, locking those two fingers on both sides. She also kneaded the lower part of my breasts pushing in with her thumbs moving them in little circles. I moaned lightly and started bucking faster against her.

I think Rachel wanted to do more with my breasts also; she couldn’t do too much since my hands were held tightly over hers. She symbolized this by bucking against me faster as well. I suppose she was hoping that after climaxing the love-making session would move to another stage. She was correct if she was thinking this because after we both climaxed, I was going to take my hands off hers, and stop tantalizing her and finally let her see my tits. We both were really wet and it was obvious in that you could hear our juices sloshing together as we mock-fucked each other. Despite me having my nipples pulled, Rachel was the first one to climax as I felt her juices flow with more ferocity rather than a trickle as it had been. Feeling her juices practically explode against my pussy was enough to send me over the edge as well.

It took us a little while for us to catch our breath. We both were breathing heavily after having an orgasm accompanied with the physical activity we did with humping each other. I then took Rachel’s hands by the wrists, and laid them right above her belly button. I moved my hands to my sides and moved in between her legs and lifted them up with my own slightly so that she couldn’t see my pussy. I then told her to open her eyes. The look on her eyes when she finally got to see the globes she desired for, well as they say in the Mastercard commercials, priceless. I let her look at them in her ecstasy for a little while and I was surprised she hadn’t made any movements to fondle them or pleasure them orally or anything, not that I would’ve stopped her. She was totally entranced by them.

I then put my hands on her shoulders and brought her up to me so that she was sitting on my lap. I don’t think she saw my pussy and I didn’t really care that much right now if she did or not. As I pulled her up she was still looking at my breasts. I put my left index finger under her chin so that she was looking me in the eyes. I saw the still unsatisfied lust in her eyes, and I’m pretty sure I had it in my eyes too. Rachel started, “Can I—“ but she didn’t get to finish her question as I kissed her gently on the lips only for a couple of seconds before I lowered her head to my left breast. She obviously got the suggestion and started sucking on my left nipple. As she did so I wrapped my arms around her and started stroking her blonde hair.

As a Mistress, I do know that I derive joy from having slaves bend and conform to my own sexual desires and fulfill them. Even though I am harsh on them at times, it’s because I want to push them to the best that they can be. However, I also know that as a Mistress it is my job to take care of them and make them feel safe. I think this embrace which made me feel like I was cradling a baby symbolized both of these factors. Later on, even if we didn’t go to the same college I was determined to have her as a slave and of course I would be inflicting pain on her as that’s who she was. At the same time though I didn’t want her to confuse her by inflicting pain making it seem like that’s all I see her as; a punching bag for my own pleasure. I wanted to let her know that I viewed her as a person as well and that I would take care of her.

Of course as her future Mistress, I wanted pleasure as well and I knew as soon as I saw Rachel’s naked body, my pleasure would be in putting my tongue on every square inch of it. I let go of Rachel and grabbed her by her hips to get her off my lap. I’m surprised that she kept hold of my nipple that whole time without the use of her teeth. She was like one of those large algae eaters you see in home aquariums that will not let go for all it’s worth as it’s always sucking on the glass. I laid her down on her back and as I moved my legs to enable me to get in the position I wanted to get in, I felt the wetness from our bucking earlier against my shins and I pushed Rachel further down on the bed but she still held on to my nipple with her mouth for dear life. I finally got into the position I wanted. Both our heads were near the middle of the bed both of our bodies straight; Rachel’s legs dangling at the foot of the bed, my feet near the top of the bed. She didn’t have to hold on to my nipple for suction anymore as I wasn’t moving her around. I lowered my head and started flicking her right nipple with my tongue and she let out a small moan as I did this which the vibrations from her voice sent shivers all over my body. Unlike Rachel I didn’t start right out sucking her but then again I had been able to get my fill of looking at her breasts ever since she stepped into my room and even a little bit before then. I know my breasts are my best feature so I’m not too surprised that Rachel wanted to get straight to the good part. I flicked her right nipple lightly with my tongue a little while before I took my right hand pinched it a little and then flicked it with my right index finger, really hard. She moaned at this instead of jumping or wincing or anything like that. It was becoming blatantly obvious that she was a pain whore as I had predicted and she didn’t’ have any shame in showing it any more. I flicked her right nipple ten more times with my index finger eliciting a moan from her busy mouth on my nipple every time I did so and every time sending shivers up my spine all the way down to my toes.

I moved slightly to the left so that my body was at an angle, as well a little bit on top of Rachel so I could administer attention to her left nipple as well. Naturally, this position forced Rachel to relinquish the sweet candy that was my nipple but she quickly found relief as the other little hardened bump on my left side became in line with her mouth as she quickly started ravenously devouring that sweet into her mouth. Even though my breasts are practically identical she sucked on this one with more intensity than the right one that I couldn’t help but let out a little moan.
It was as if Rachel was a robot who had a battery with a very short life and it could only be recharged by having her mouth on my body. I almost felt bad that this would be the only time for quite a while she would be able to please me this way. A common technique I use on all my slaves is teasing them by not letting them have what they desire most. The difference between her and you Catherine, is because where as she wasn’t inducted straight into servitude you were. You know how rare a treat it is to eat the ambrosia that is my body and the nectar that is my juices. It is a job of a slave to please their dominant and in this case Rachel would be pleasing by offering up her body for me to inflict pain pretty much anytime I want to. However, I also want to hurt her mind by teasing her. If I desperately need oral pleasure, I can entice some guy on campus to get the job done. At least several of them can be easily manipulated as they have the IQ of a Neanderthal but still know how to have sex.
After administering the same treatment on Rachel’s left nipple as I did her right. I started lightly nibbling along her areola making sure not to miss a single inch, which didn’t take too long as it had crinkled up from the fact she was completely naked and I liked to keep my room cold. Of course, then again we were producing a lot of heat in the room from us “exercising.” I don’t know why I put that delicately, maybe because I feel a little bad that I’m describing a sex session that you never got to have. I wanted to give you one around Christmastime or on your birthday. Kind of ironic now that I booked you with so many clients I didn’t get adequate time to do so.

After a couple of minutes, Rachel let go of my nipple but I still fervently sucked on hers until I couldn’t stand not knowing why she stopped.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“I was just thinking…” Rachel replied

“About?”

Rachel got up and started walking toward the chest of drawers in the hotel room. I sat up on the bed as she started rummaging through the drawer that had her clothes in it. I was worried that she was going to end our love session early, and it really confused me as to why she would want to. Apparently, she wasn’t after her clothes as she turned around bearing her whole naked body to me with an object in her right hand that she was holding above her navel. I enjoyed the fact that she had no problem covering up her parts and just bared herself as she was to me. “Can we use this?” Rachel asked.

I recognized the object she held as it is always in my sex bag just in case and I knew right then and there I was going to have her as a roommate even if I have to have sex with every dean and the president of that school. This was the deal that would said I would officially own her.
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What object is Rachel holding? Will Kayla mind using it? Will she have to sleep with every dean and the president to go to that school? Spoiler alert: The last question, the answer is no. Anyway, the answers are obvious to me but then again I'm writing the story so I obviously know. Either way I hoped you enjoyed it, and as stated above rating the story, as well as comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

Komodo Jones

01-22-2013, 03:47 PM

OK once again I'd like to apologize for being so slow in updating. I'm just busy with school, editing a story on this site, my vanilla blog which I'm updating weekly, and volunteering at my church in two ministries. My life doesn't give me too much free time. I'm just assuring you that the story is not dead, and I hope to have the next part up by Valentine's Day, February 14th.

Katherine1

01-24-2013, 06:41 AM

Very nice what is written here, I am impressed with your own writing

Komodo Jones

02-15-2013, 09:44 AM

Hate having to keep on posting these notes. Obviously the story didn't get posted yesterday. To keep you up to speed though, most of the chapter is written; I'm just waiting for some details from a fellow author of mine who is very busy, and once I get those the next chapter will be posted. If I don't get these details by the end of March, I'll try my best to finish it myself.

Slut020

02-17-2013, 12:00 PM

Pm me when u have the story up plz and thx I love ur story

Komodo Jones

02-26-2013, 01:46 PM

This will be the second to last installment of Chapter 7. This will also be the last chapter in where we see from Kayla’s point of view; after the three asterisks the point of view will be back into Catherine’s eyes. Also I would like to give a huge thank you to my good friend shynessincarnate for helping me with this chapter. I hope you enjoy the latest installment of TtI.
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Chapter 7: A Very Difficult Task (Part 4)

“Can we use this?” Rachel asked again as my mind was getting used to the fact that I had a new slave regardless of what would transpire. Rachel held a strap-on harness with a sky blue dildo in it. I always carry a strap-on harness with me just in case. That was definitely the case this weekend. I don’t know miserably pathetic college guys can be but I was pretty sure that if I was desperate enough I would find one of my fellow peers who would want to be pegged. However, knowing the fact that I was going to plow Rachel, in probably all three holes with my strap-on got me instantly wet again. Maybe not all of them in this one case, I know the ways I can administer anal and even regular fucking can be pretty painful. And since Rachel was a pain whore there’d be plenty of time for abusing her later. Like I’ve said before, this night was just for making love not administering the pain yet...or at least not too much. Call it force of habit but if I was going to do her in the ass I’d have to spank her whilst doing it; hell I’d probably spank her if I was fucking her in the pussy too. You know that anal experience much too well. I also find strap-on in the mouth only satisfying if I’m helping someone practice being a cocksucker or on a man. It’s so fun manipulating a straight guy and humiliating him to suck my dick, albeit an artificial one, in order to be with me. I prefer having my pussy eaten anyways. So if she was up for it, I was going to fuck her pussy.

“Of course we can sweetie,” I replied, “but only if I can fuck your pussy with it.”

“Oh by all means,” Rachel replied with those big cute turquoise eyes of hers. “That’s where I want you to use it.” She looked to the ground and said, “But you do have to realize in doing that…you would be taking my virginity.”

I was shocked; a pretty girl like Rachel, still a virgin?! Either she was a lesbian, she had turned every guy away, or the guys at her school were complete idiots to not want to stick their dick in a pretty girl like Rachel. “I didn’t know you were a virgin.”

Before I got to finish my thought Rachel begged, “Oh please fuck me in my pussy. I know your slut is still a virgin, and I realize that you may not take people’s virginities until they’re married. That originally was my plan. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to lose it to a celebrity like you even though I hoped for it. I don’t want to pass up this opportunity. Please, please fuck me!”

Rachel looked like she was about to break down in tears. I got up off the bed, hugged her, gave her a quick peck on the lips before saying, “Rachel don’t worry. I don’t care that you’re a virgin, I’ll still do you with a strap-on. I’m not a virgin, and I’d be more than happy to be the one to take your virginity. I’ll have to do you missionary style though, just because. Trust me, if we become roommates, you’ll eventually get fucked doggy style, but for tonight missionary.” I let go of Rachel.

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “Thank you so much Kayla.” She crawled on the bed on her back and spread her legs far apart with her knees bent showing me her glistening pussy. I licked my lips as I took the strap-on harness and attached it to myself. I then got on my knees and positioned the head of the sky blue dildo right at her opening.

“Now you know this is going to hurt your first time, right?” I asked

“Yes, I know. But I’m a pain whore remember?” Rachel replied with a mischievous smile.

“That you are,” I replied, “but even some pain whores don’t like this first time. Just let me know if you want me to pull out or go slower, k?” I started to rub the head against her pussy lips even though she was already really wet so her juices acted as a lubricant. I then just pushed the head of the artificial penis in her and she winced a little bit and drew in a sharp breath. I didn’t stop pushing into her though but I was going slow so she could get used to it. The reason I didn’t stop is because I blatantly told her that she needed to tell me if I needed to pull out or go slower. If she was going to be my future slave, she needs to do what I say. You know that all too well. However, after just a little bit, even though the strap-on was an artificial appendage, I could feel her muscles clenching down on it. She seemed to get past the pain part pretty quickly and soon started moaning out in pleasure instead of pleasure from pain. I also noticed that she had goosebumps all over her body and her pink nipples had gotten hard probably from arousal more than the cold climate I kept my room in and her nakedness. I wanted to suck on her nipples but instead, I had to keep her mouth occupied from moaning so I kissed her on the lips ramming my tongue into her open mouth to which she replied in turn and her moaning against my mouth just made my oral cavity tingle all over. I took one of her nipples in between my fingers and started pinching it lightly which just made her moan even more as I continued to buck my hips to shove my “cock” deeper into her. Every time I would push in her, her muscles would contract around the dildo and I held it there a while before pulling out in where her muscles would relax. Then I would thrust into her again getting another half-inch in her and she moaned loudly every time I thrust into her. Her meekness when she first met me had obviously melted away and I knew that when we were roomies I would have to give her a gag as she was a moaner. Of course, I’d have to teach her how to be quiet in instances like if she was orally stimulating me, unless of course if I wanted people to know that I was rooming with a whore, which in some instances I probably would.

It wasn’t too much longer before I finally reached her pussy lips with the hilt of the strap-on and as my naked body finally came into full contact with hers I laid there for a while and I could feel her shivering all over. It was almost as if the bed we were on was a vibrating. However, now that I know that I was in all the way and had really taken her virginity I pulled all the way out so that the head was just in her and rammed hard back in all the way to which she moaned, almost screamed, as I did so. I then got a rhythm going and I started to fuck her in a fairly slow rhythm but still hard, and I was still kissing her to keep her moans from being emitted.

She broke the kiss relatively quickly as I started the rhythm and she whispered to me, “I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Split me apart, I want you to give me everything that you’ve got. Fuck me however you want to and until you’re satisfied and don’t stop no matter how much I may scream or moan.” With that she pulled me back down to her lips and kissed me again and I was happy to fulfill her request. It was going to be a little hard, maintaining this rhythm with what I was about to do but she did say “however I wanted to.”

I pulled my cock out of her to her disappointment and I said, “Don’t worry I’m not done with you yet,” to which she smiled. I went over to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of the panties I had worn that day and fashioned a gag out of them to keep her quiet. I looked at her and her blonde hair matted to her forehead which I found strangely arousing. I said, “Just don’t want you making too much noise and this way you can enjoy a trace of my taste. If at any time you have trouble breathing just clap your hands, ok?” To this she nodded. Despite what I had said earlier in the night I said, “Now get on your hands and knees.” She got off her back and shakily balanced, on her hands and knees. I’m pretty sure she was shaking because of what had just happened not because of fear. Before I proceeded to fuck her doggy style, I went over to the drawer that my bag of toys was in. I intended to spank her while I was doing her as I promised myself and even though I love using my hands, I figured the smack would be too loud for my liking in the hotel room so I pulled out a durable plastic black ruler to use on her. I did know that at some time during college she would have her red handprints all over her ass; probably some on her breasts as well.

I got on the bed behind her holding the strap-on that was glistening with her juices with my right hand and slid just the head in easily and she let out a contented sigh against the fabric that had just nestling my pussy a few hours before. I licked her juices off my hand, and she tasted and smelled sweet. I then took the ruler with my hand and put my left hand on her hip to keep my balance somewhat. I then pushed all the way in with the dildo easily because she was still lubricated as was the dildo and smacked her right ass cheek as hard as I could with the ruler. She purred at the entrance and moaned against the makeshift gag when I spanked her. Every time I would thrust into her I would spank her ass and she would moan each time, and I was thinking to myself that I would probably be doing this often, well the spanking part anyway with my pain whore and I was enjoying it.

As her right cheek was just starting to get rosy and even though I was thrusting only at a medium pace her body tightened up and she moaned long and loud against the gag as her whole body shuddered and I knew she had her first orgasm. She let out a contented sigh but I was not done with her. I tried to fool her a little bit by pulling out the dildo until I was almost all the way out of her. I took my hand off her hip for just a little bit and stayed there for a couple of seconds, making her wonder what would happen next, before I quickly grabbed both of her hips and thrust into her harder than I had before in the whole thing to which she let out a scream against her gag. She looked back at me with joyful eyes which basically said, “Do that to me again.” I didn’t disappoint as I thrusted into her hard and fast pushing against her cervix each time I rammed back hard in. In no time with this rhythm, she shuddered again as a second orgasm ripped through her entire body. Occasionally, I would pick up the ruler and smack her ass hard with it to which she let out a louder moan each time. I never slackened my rhythm though as I would pull out almost all the way and thrust in hard and fast again.

She must have had at least three more orgasms and both of her ass cheeks were beet red by the time I finally stiffened up and had my own orgasm. I stayed in her for a while and when I finally recovered my breath, I slipped out of her. I took the strap-on off and sucked on it like one of the most delicious lollipops I had ever tasted. Rachel had collapsed on the bed, her breathing heavy. After I was done sucking on the dildo, I licked up the pool of juices she had left on the bed before I turned her over on her back. She had the look of a fully satisfied woman in her eyes. I took the gag out of her mouth and she smiled at me and said, “Thank you so much Kayla. That was the best, albeit only, fuck I’ve ever had.” I didn’t say anything to her but instead went down to her other set of lips and started to lick her pussy clean. To which she just relaxed and instead of moaning purred and cooed the whole time. After I had tongue fucked her for a while I sucked on her clit and produced one more orgasm from her as she spewed her juices all over my face and got some in my mouth. I swallowed it all and scooped the stuff off of my face to eat it as well. I’m sure she wanted to taste herself so I went up to eye level with her and kissed her on the lips as our tongues wrestled for just a little bit.

She looked me and said, “Your kisses are so sweet.”

I responded, “That’s your taste on my tongue.”

She smiled and said, “I’ll guess I’ll have to taste myself more often.”

“If I let you,” I responded.

“Of course, if you let me,” Rachel said. We both got under the covers and cuddled next to each other. Rachel a little below me put her hand on my breast and fell asleep almost instantly. I kissed her on the top of her head as I drifted off to sleep. As much as I would have liked to get an orgasm from her fucking me with a strap-on, because I would have let her, I just said oh well and conceded that I like to be fucked by real cocks anyway. Too bad she would never have that opportunity as I don’t allow slaves to fuck me.

I woke up the next morning at around eight and I felt a moving moisture on my pussy. Being a little groggy I just put my head back on the pillow and sighed in ecstasy as I felt a tongue probing my pussy and said “Mmm Catherine don’t stop.” But then I looked down and saw a mass of blonde hair between my legs licking hungrily at my snatch. The events from the night before flooded my mind, the mutual oral, grinding, taking her virginity; my new pain whore, Rachel. I quickly altered my mistake by saying, “Yes Rachel eat me out,” and she continued to do so. It was nice that she was willing to service me even without asking of course you’d get in trouble by eating me out when I was still sleeping or if I didn’t give you permission, but I hadn’t given her initiation to be my official pain whore yet so she had every right to. I kept on letting out coos, purrs, and occasional moans until I let out one big moan and sprayed her face with my juices as I orgasmed.

Once the spasm of my loins was done she climbed on top of me and her face, still wet with some of my juices, looked me straight in the eyes. She said in a funny tone, “Thanks for breakfast Kayla. It was delicious.”

I smiled at her and said, “I need some too,” in which I pulled her down and kissed her, some of the moisture from her face rubbing against mine and the taste of my own spunk as our tongues wrestled. As we kissed, I started kneading her ass cheeks, giving them light spanks every now and then. They were probably still a little sore after last night but she cooed in pleasure with every spank. After five minutes of kissing, trust me I checked the clock. I gently pushed her off me and said, “How would you like to be initiated as my pain whore right now?” I asked.

She looked at me brightly with those turquoise eyes of hers, “Oh I would love it. What do I have to do?”

“Kneel in the bathtub,” I said. She quickly scrambled off the bed and went to the bathroom. I loved watching her ass jiggle as she ran and as I walked to the bathroom my thoughts were euphoric of being able to spank that ass until it was bright red almost every day as I fulfilled her wants of being a pain whore. Now what I did to Rachel I’ve done to you a few times and I know your “customers” have had their fair share of it as well. Normally, I would do something that would relate to her area of expertise. For example, I feel that you were truly initiated to be mine when you had all the way up to anal sex with those three guys and you didn’t even protest, and I felt it was time to refer to you as my slut. However, I didn’t have the time or the safety to do anything extreme to her relating to pain so I did something else.

As I got into the shower, she was on her knees as I stood almost in front of her. “Close your eyes, and don’t expose your lips.” She did as I told, and I’m not sure if she knew what to expect even though I have posted the videos of when I did this to you online. Pretty soon after I said this, the stream of gold hit her hair. I also made sure to get her back and some of her front as I made her bend to match my stream. I could tell by her facial expressions that she didn’t like the fact that I was giving her a golden shower but she made no attempts to escape from my stream of urine. This was a risky move by me as I’m not sure if it would freak her out or not. But she made it through until I was done urinating.

Still on her knees I said, “Congratulations Rachel. By letting me pee on you and not moving you have proven that you are truly dedicated to being mine and I now dub you as my pain whore. I pulled her by the hair and gave her a hard smack against her tits to which she moaned in pleasure.

Rachel looked up at me and said, “Thank you so much Kayla, I am proud to be called yours now.”

I slapped her tits again, “From now on that’s Mistress Kayla to you.”

“Yes, sorry Mistress Kayla,” she replied.

I let go of her hair and in a complete contrast on to how I usually treat my slaves, I hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips and said, “I’m glad you’re my pain whore too.”We held each other in our arms for a little bit longer, I not really caring if she had my piss all over her body and both of us were completely naked.

Rachel and I ended our embrace and she said, “Well I guess next time I’ll see you we’ll be roomies. And my whole body will be yours to control 24/7. Actually, I want to give you something first.” I followed her out of the room and she went to the complimentary hotel stationery and used the pen to scrawl something on it. She handed me the piece of paper, “this is my address if you want to see me over the summer and give me some training,” she smiled at me.

I smiled back at her and said “I would give you my address but I would feel wary about my slut being around, I don’t want her to know about this until the latest possible moment. However, if I do figure something out I’ll be sure to give you my address.”

“OK Mistress Kayla,” Rachel started to head toward the door and she had her hand on the doorknob, when I stopped her.

“Don’t you want your clothes back?” I asked her. “A deal is a deal.”

She looked back at me. She smiled as she said, “Nah, you can give them back to me when we meet again at college. Just don’t do anything ‘naughty’ with them Mistress Kayla. She winked at me and then opened the door to the hotel room. Even though I was completely naked I rushed to the door just so I could see her ass one more time before I had to go back home. Rachel walked relatively slowly to her room not caring if anyone saw her, not that anybody did. When she reached her room she reached for her pussy, giving me full view of it and pulled her hotel key card out of it she then turned around gave me her signature wink smacked her ass hard one and then opened the door to her room and stepped in.

I then closed the door and thought to myself, “I don’t know if it was me or if she had it all along but she seems to have a little slut in her too; I’ll have to use that to my advantage.” I then cleaned myself up, met my parents and went home.

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(Back to Catherine’s perspective)

Mistress Kayla finally took off my blindfold and was fully clothed sitting on the bed. Why had I reacted so harshly to her and forfeit seeing her and tasting her again, one last time I thought to myself as I thought that this was the end.

Mistress Kayla said, “You know that in the next few days, it will be very strange for you that you won’t have me to guide you as my slut, and you won’t be getting commands from me every day as I’ll be busy tending to my other slave. However, I still want to own you as I will want to have fun with my slut on Thanksgiving and Christmas and any other weekends I decide to come home. Now I know you’re probably angry at me and despite you being my slut you have the right to be, but despite this do you still want to be called my slut?”

I breathed a sigh of relief as she was not releasing me, of course over the years I had came under the illusion that when Mistress Kayla asked me a question, it was either a rhetorical question or I was to respond in the answer she wanted. But still wanting to be hers as being her slut and being used by many people had become a part of me and it was what I wanted even though I hadn’t initially realized it, I nodded my head and I said, “Yes Mistress Kayla, I still want to be your little slut.”

She smiled at me and said, I’m glad to hear that my filthy cunt because I do have a task for you to do while I’m at college and it involves this.” She walked over to my computer and sat down on the chair and started typing some keys in. I crawled over to the computer on all fours and stood up on my knees to look at the screen. I gasped when I saw the screen because it was…

What is on the screen? What will be the task? Will it be too much for Catherine to accomplish? Why am I asking you all these questions? Half of those questions will be answered in the next installment of “Targeting the Ignored.”

Once again I apologize for the delay, and hopefully it will be a shorter wait next time as it will finally tie into the real plot of the story.

Stormwalker22

02-28-2013, 04:36 AM

THAT WAS AWESOME! perfect installment.

Komodo Jones

03-02-2013, 01:23 PM

Well even though it’s very cold here, this past week was my spring break from college. So lucky for you guys, you get another installment in the same week, and I’m not going to do some dumb thing asking for comments again. This won't be as long as some of my other installments but it's still pretty lengthy. But I don’t want to tantalize you guys any more just remember that the story is now back in Catherine’s perspective. Also, this is where the actual main plot of the story begins. Hope you guys enjoy the final part of Chapter 7.
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Chapter 7: A Very Difficult Task (Part 5)

I gasped when I saw the screen because it was a picture of one of the most gorgeous men I’ve seen in my life. At first, I thought he may be one of the “clients” that Mistress Kayla set me up with, but no I would recognize someone like that. He had black hair that went a little bit past his neck, green eyes, and looked to be fairly tall. He was leaning against a brick wall and had sunglasses balancing on the lower bridge of his nose. He was also wearing a black leather jacket, a white tee shirt underneath, and blue jeans and was looking off to something apparently interesting to the right of the photographer. His face lacked any kind of emotion but seeing that the photo gave him sort of a mysterious look just turned me on even more. “Who is that?” I asked Mistress Kayla, “He’s gorgeous.”

“He is, isn’t he?” Mistress Kayla responded, “I’m surprised you don’t recognize him.” OK so obviously it was someone I did know, but I swear I didn’t recognize him at all. I didn’t say anything for a while as my eyes practically burrowed into this guys face trying to figure out who he was. Mistress Kayla realized that I didn’t have a clue who she was talking about. She said, “This may make things a bit clearer.” She started to zoom out of the screen and I realized that she had pulled up a Facebook account and this picture was his profile picture. I was shocked when I saw whose Facebook account it was.

It was the man I had masturbated to so many times before Mistress Kayla instated the rule our first night where not even my sexual thoughts were to be about anyone but her. Apparently, since I had not masturbated to thoughts of him in the longest time and being with many sexual partners in my school that he had graduated from when I first started, I had apparently forgotten what he looked like. This was something I thought I would never ever achieve from the guy who just made me wet just thinking about him. “My next task involves Shawn Mitzger?!” I asked in bewilderment.

Kayla just sneered at me, “Sort of, my little slut, but it’s going to involve more you than the man you had loved so long ago before your thoughts turned to nothing but me and awakening your inner slut.” I was confused as to why Mistress Kayla had shown his picture to me yet saying that the task she was going to present to me hinged more on my part that Shawn’s. She saw this and she elaborated, “I need someone to watch over my slut when I’m away at college and make sure that she is behaving as I would expect her to, since I can’t enforce that, especially when I’m dealing with my pain whore.” My brows furrowed a little bit at the thought of someone else getting attention from my Mistress, but I quickly regained my composure hoping Mistress Kayla didn’t see me. “I need a ‘slave sitter’ or a ‘slut sitter’ if you will who will co-own my slut, using her for their own enjoyment and yet still making sure she’s behaving as she should be while at the same time, realizing that I am your original owner, and will not try to make you their own and take you away from me.”

I was confused again as what did all of this have to do with Shawn? Growing up in the youth group at our church, Shawn never missed a meeting or the opportunity to help out at church. He was always wearing “witness wear” as we could call it which were just tees with Scripture on them or wearing a unique cross necklace made out of three nails, a kind of necklace that rappers and other people would wear just because it looked cool. He went to a Christian college, and even stayed strong when he was persecuted by Satanists and atheists alike during high school. “Shawn is a very pure and respectable man, Mistress; what does any of this have to do with him?” I inquired.

“Respectable yes,” Mistress Kayla responded, “but hardly what I would call pure. You will realize that no matter how well-revered a person can be on the outside, no matter their actions, no matter how pristine they may appear to be…everyone has a dark side. As I’ve told you before I have the ability to read eyes. For example, if I asked you if you furrowed your brow when I said pain whore, you would respond with a yes because I know that you know that you can’t lie to me without me finding out. Yes, I did see that my filthy cunt but I won’t punish you because of it. As I also said before you have the right to be upset with that. Moving on, however, way back when I first took ownership of you I said I had a crush on Shawn just like you. So naturally, when he would come back from college in the summer I took a few opportunities to stare into his eyes, from afar so he wouldn’t notice me. Eyes, never lie my pet and Shawn Mitzger despite his outward appearance is a dominant; and he is one of the few people I would actually allow to dominate me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted to make you my slave that first night and if it wasn’t for the fact that I said you could pursue him that night and I wouldn’t interfere, I would have asked if I could be his slave…if he worked like that.”

“If he worked like what?” I asked.

“I found some research online about Shawn’s dominant side. I won’t say where, but I did, and he does not let people ask to be his slaves, he pursues them himself.” Kayla closed the profile on the computer. “If he took applicants instead of pursuing, I would have already asked him to take care of you as I trust him to understand that I am your original owner and he wouldn’t take you away from me. So even though he chooses I still want him to be my ‘slut sitter.’”

“So what I have to do is convince him through my actions to take me as a slave, and then explain the situation to him?” Kayla nodded. “Well that will be easy, no man, or bi woman or lesbian for that matter, has ever turned down my slutty advances.”

“Yes, normally that would work but…” Kayla paused.

“Oh crap, what’s the catch?” I thought to myself.

“Also on the research I did on him, he does have a shred of dignity in pursing his slaves. He doesn’t go for sluts as that is one of his huge turn-offs,” Kayla continued. My stomach dropped. “This means, if I want you to be Shawn’s, which I do, you will have to be what I took you away from…innocence.”

“How in the hell am I going to do that?!” I shouted a little too loudly.

Kayla gave me a slight slap across the face, “Watch your tongue, little lady. If you’re going to be innocent, no time like the present.” Kayla stood up and walked to my closet, “Speaking of present…” Kayla opened my closet and my eyes grew wide. My mini-skirts and micro-skirts as well as my derogatory and tight-fitting shirts were still in there but right next to them was a whole new wardrobe of sensible clothes. Shirts, blouses, jeans, pants, dresses, non short shorts, sneakers, socks, clothing items you would find in any normal girl’s closet were all there in an array of beautiful colors. My jaw was agape and I wanted to ask her how this was possible but there must have been a blockage in my synapses that didn’t allow me to take the words from my brain to my vocal cords to my mouth. She saw that question though and said, “Having a slut has its advantages. I didn’t waste all the money you made me. I used it on very few frivolities. Most of it went to college, but I started saving some for this wardrobe when I found out about Shawn’s preferences. Also, check your dresser.”

I stood up from my knees which were plenty sore now and I looked in my drawers of my dresser. All new pairs of underwear were in the drawer as well as all the pairs I had given Mistress Kayla shortly after she instated that rule that I was not allowed underpants of any kind. I was surprised I looked at Kayla and said, “I thought you...”

Kayla interrupted me, “I know that I said I burned all your underwear. That was just to give you the feeling of hopelessness and that whenever you were at my house you wouldn’t try to sneak a pair if I was busy, if you thought they were all destroyed. How I got all of these here though, I’ve actually been stocking it all throughout the summer. You were so busy with other clients that I figured you probably wouldn’t even look in the far side of your closet, and I was right, same with your dresser drawer.” She sighed, “I know it’s going to be a very difficult task to get Shawn to accept you, but have I ever given you a task where I did not provide you with the proper supplies?” I shook my head back and forth. Shortly after, I returned home after those first nights, I found a digital camera in my backpack with a note that said, “This may help with what I’ve asked of you. ~Mistress K.”

Before long though Kayla let out a disappointed sigh, “Well I still have some packing to do before I leave for college tomorrow. I would ask you to come help me but, as you know you’ve kind of been banned from my house for obvious reasons.”

As I have stated earlier, the Kings kind of banned me from Kayla’s house because of my provocative attire and slutty attitude. I looked to the floor, “Yeah, but at least they didn’t stop us from having our ‘friendship’ and allowing you to come over here.” I responded.

“Yep,” Kayla said as a lone tear ran down her cheek. I think this was the first time I had ever seen Kayla cry. Sure she was going to be with her pain whore but that solitary salty drop was enough to put within certainty that she did care for me and sincerely did not want to leave me so willingly. Without warning, she rushed and gave me a big hug and kissed me passionately on the lips and of course I offered no resistance as Kayla usually gave me a peck on the lips everyday but usually not with passion. She stuck her tongue out to part my lips and I opened them willingly as our tongues touched. We must have held that embrace and make out session for three minutes at the least, before she finally broke and said, “I’m going to miss you my filthy cunt.” She said that with a smile yet she still had sorrow in her eyes. “I’m going to miss these too,” she said as she squeezed both of my breasts with both of her hands. My skin shivered and got goosebumps all over my body. Rarely did she touch my tits unless it was to smack them. She fondled them a while before she bent down and gave me a kiss on each nipple, to which I lightly cooed. She got down on her knees, “I’m going to miss this,” she said as she planted a kiss on my lower set of lips which oddly enough were wet. I just figured they wouldn’t be by the anger that stirred within me when she told that story. While I wanted her to get more into orally pleasuring my box even though it was rare, I sometimes got it on Christmas or my birthdays, if I had really pleased her, or if she wanted a woman to make love to and she can’t find anybody else, but it was just a simple kiss. She rose off her knees and got behind me, I didn’t bother following her as I know there was one more thing she was going to “miss.” “And I’m especially going to miss this,” she said stroking my bare ass cheeks gently before she smacked each cheek hard. She went around to the front before she said to me with a half-hearted smile, “Sorry no one likes to kiss ass…” she had tried to ease the heart-wrenching of this parting with humor, “…especially with where your ass has been.” Of course my pussy and tits as well as the lips on my face had been sort of around the same place and that didn’t stop her. Despite that though, we both had tears in our eyes but we both chuckled at this. She gave me one last hug and one last peck on the lips, before she left my house and she said, “Be good my innocent slut, but not too good. I’ll send you an e-mail when I get settled in.” I didn’t see her to the door but I went to my window still completely naked and watched her get into her car through my tear-fogged eyes. She looked at me one last time and blew me a kiss before she drove off.

It was going to be unbearable without Kayla for almost three whole months, let alone being innocent. I went into the shower to wash off the body writing that was still there. I couldn’t make it completely disappear as it was permanent ink, but at least I could make it fade. As I started to wash myself, my right hand instinctively went down to my snatch. I had to force myself to retract it. I had been so used to edging myself in the shower every time I was there that it was almost involuntary. “Being innocent is going to be a lot harder than I originally perceived,” I thought to myself. I continued to think, “Sure it would be me being naughty behind closed doors where no one could see me, but since I have to put on this façade of innocence, I better get used to it.”

I didn’t spend a lot of time in the shower, lest the moisture turning me on and forcing me to go back to my pussy again. I wrapped myself up in a towel as I went back to my room. I closed the door and locked it. I let the towel drop and loving the feeling of me naked again as I went to my dresser. I looked through the underwear that had been so foreign to me for almost three years and picked up a plain lavender pair, a pair from my childhood, I wondered if they still fit. I then realized that my hand had instinctively found its way between my legs again. I again forced my will power to take it away. “Better check, just to stop myself,” I said to myself. I slid the lavender pair up my legs and then it was covering my desire. They were a little snugger than I remembered but that was probably just as good as it would prevent easy access to my sex. I went through my closet and found a pair of dark green lounge pants on and a sky blue tee. I put them on trying to restrict myself of playing through myself. Sure it was kind of lazy in my dressing but it’s not like I was going to be going anywhere the rest of the day. It did feel kind of weird to have this much clothing on. I couldn’t even tell you the last time my legs and navel were covered nor when I had underwear on.

I didn’t feel like making sustenance for myself either so I just watched tv to try and take my mind off Kayla. Unfortunately, for those of you know how it is if you’ve broken up with someone, even though Kayla and I hadn’t officially broken up we were just on a little hiatus, every single thing you can see on tv, or read in a book, or check on the computer et cetera reminds you of the person you just said goodbye to. I managed to push through it though for a couple of hours before I went up to my room to try and get some sleep My mom walked in then and yelled, “Catherine, I’m home,” not realizing that I was just mere feet away from her. “Oh sorry dear, she continued, didn’t realize you were so close to me.” She put her stuff down by the door and said, “We’re going to have pizza tonight, your dad was supposed to cook tonight but he called said he’d be late at the office.”

“That’s fine,” I responded, “just I don’t have much of an appetite right now. Kayla and I just said our goodbyes today, I’m sure you understand. I’m going to need some alone time.”

My mom always cheerful said in a sorrowful compassionate voice, “Oh okay sweetie, I’ll be sure not to disturb you.” As I walked upstairs, I know usually I would go to my mom and vent out to her about anything that was bothering me. While she didn’t approve of my recent attire of all the stuff I would have to learn not to wear, she still was great company and very understanding. However, crying to her about Kayla, I was afraid I would accidentally put the word Mistress before that unwillingly and talking about her may cause my evil right hand to go places where I wouldn’t want it to go.

I got to my room and went on the computer but I couldn’t find myself to gain enjoyment out of youtube, addicting games, no one was on skype or anything so even though I was trying not to dwell on Kayla, I found myself reading my e-mails from her in the past, in my yahoo folder labeled Mistress and watching past videos of me on k$slut. I then decided to look at that picture of my gorgeous new co-owner. Then that’s when it hit me…a thought I hadn’t thought of before. Sure being innocent was going to be difficult enough but there was another tier of difficulty that completely slipped my mind. How am I going to get Shawn to pursue me? He’s at college, and I’m at high school!
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That is a very good question indeed Catherine. Thankfully, as the author of this story and knowing where it’s going I have an answer to that question that will be revealed in the next installment of Targeting the Ignored. As always comments and constructive criticism is always appreciated. Also don’t forget if you have any questions regarding the story, I do have a blog entry that answers some of those questions and if you pm me a question that I can answer without ruining the story it will go there too. Until next time.

Komodo Jones

03-20-2013, 10:08 PM

Definitely another shorter chapter than what I have been writing, but I think you should enjoy it either way. As usual, updates may be coming a bit slower, for reasons I choose not to get into, as it's my own business and it's affecting my mood. Regardless though, I hope you enjoy and as always comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated.
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Chapter 8: The (Carn)Age of Innocence (Part 1)

I don’t know why that thought slipped my mind and I automatically started to panic and had millions of paranoid thoughts rushing through my head. Did Kayla just assign me a task that she knew I couldn’t do just to get rid of me because she couldn’t tell it to my face? Was she tired of me and my valedictorian status, despite being a slut, and she wanted me to go on a wild goose chase to let my grades slip and knock me down a couple of pegs? Was what she said about Shawn even true? What if she wanted me to go to the extent of trying to get him to notice me only to find out that he was gay? These thoughts kept on rolling through my head but then using my sound reasoning abilities I figured this wasn’t the case. First off, Kayla would be going a little too far in this elaborate scheme. If she truly was making this up, why would she buy me a whole new wardrobe as well as giving me back my underwear along with some new ones? Also, he obviously wasn’t gay as I saw him ogling me even before I went into high school and before I became the slut that I was. Kayla was dead serious in this and I had to take it seriously. I wanted to send her an e-mail asking how I was supposed to have constant contact with Shawn but, this whole thing could be a test to see how much I could trust her. The words, she said, “have I ever given you a task where I did not provide you with the proper supplies,” rang through my mind. Kayla was smart, not valedictorian like me, but she knew something I didn’t. She knew that somehow I was going to be able to access Shawn very easily, whether through coincidence, fate, or my own actions, and she was right. I would go all the way to the opposite end of the world if it meant getting to remain her slut when she came home for vacation. Having settled those thoughts, my mind had been worn out and soon I was asleep.

I woke up the next afternoon at about two. I apparently was really tired, but it had been a trying day yesterday and I guess I was enjoying the fact that it was the last week of my summer break. I instinctively stripped off all my clothes, which was unusual for me wearing my clothes to bed, as I knew that when viewing the daily e-mail that Kayla would send me I was commanded to be naked. I moved the mouse on my computer, typed in my password, and checked my e-mail. No e-mail from Kayla. I finally woke out of my stupor and remembered the events of yesterday. She was leaving for college today and I wouldn’t get an e-mail from her until she settled in. Even though I had always trusted her, just the thought of her not being around made me uneasy and I wondered if she really would send me an e-mail or if she would be too occupied with her pain whore.

I closed the e-mail and once again realized that my left hand had gone instinctively between my legs and apparently I had been subconsciously rubbing myself as I was a little wet. I know I was supposed to be getting into the habit of being innocent but I couldn’t help it. I just assumed that my parents were probably already at work as I spread my legs and slipped my middle finger in between my lips. I gently fingered myself at a slow and steady rhythm, and as I did so my right hand went up to my right breast and I started gently kneading it, tweaking my nipple every now and then, purring in pleasure. My body had been so used to being controlled by Kayla and my “clients” that I couldn’t even tell you the last time I masturbated for my own self instead of as a show for one of my fellow peers at school. I was going to enjoy this and I was going to prolong it. I was going to take matters into my own hands and masturbate how I wanted to, not by the way somebody else wanted me to.

Also when I was doing this, I wanted to do more than cooing and purring, I wanted to moan out loud maybe even scream. I was taking a risk by doing this, but with my middle finger still inside of me and still pumping at a slow rhythm, I somehow managed to go down the carpeted stairs without tripping over myself on to the main floor. I was hoping that my parents were not actually home as I would have a lot of explaining to do if they saw me naked, outside of my room with my left hand between my legs thrusting in an out. I probably wouldn’t stop either, if they were there, as my hand had apparently grown a mind of its own, which wasn’t going to stop its motions until my sex got what it wanted. I walked through the dining room, not caring that the blinds were open since we live in a street that is surrounded by a lot of woods and our street isn’t particularly busy. We’re not out in the boonies but we are of f the beaten path a little bit. I walked to the garage and opened the door just a crack. The lights were off so I opened the door more and from the light inside the house, since the sun was shining in through the windows, I could see that both cars were gone.

Seeing that opportunity and feeling a little risky, and definitely naughty, I decided to do something I don’t normally do but every time I’ve done it, I loved it and one of the best parts is that my parents were none the wiser. I had a couple of videos of this on k$slut and they’re actually some of my favorites just because it’s a little taboo. I walked back to the kitchen which was the closest room to the garage. I was a little bit hungry but that would have to wait until after I was done. My brother was in Europe at the time, and my parents don’t eat too much so I know there would be some leftover pizza. Thankfully, since no one cooked last night, the kitchen counter was clear so I hopped my naked self up there laying on my back, with only my legs dangling over the edge. So my ass, the juices constantly dribbling from my sex and almost my whole nakedness was on a place where food was normally prepared and served. In almost no time, I slowly inserted my middle finger back into my pussy, and started kneading my breast with my other hand, occasionally pinching my nipple. I continued to push in and pull out at a slow and steady rhythm and enjoyed the fact of me moaning out loud, truly enjoying myself, instead of taking orders from someone who told me how to masturbate. I could actually make myself feel good instead of see this as another task someone wanted me to do. Pretty soon, I added my index finger so that I had two fingers in my box but I still maintained the same slow rhythm thrusting in about once every two seconds, instead of thrusting so hard my hand was a blur. I loved the feeling that my juices were coating my hand and coating part of the counter. I thought how naughty it would be if I prepared food with my juices and served it to my family, not that I ever would. Of course that’s not to say that I hadn’t prepared food with my own juices before but it was just for myself, and occasionally my slave-sitters when Kayla would be gone for the weekend. It was always a command never from my own volition.

I didn’t add more fingers, but I started going a little faster about one thrust in per second and since I knew I was the only one home I started moaning loudly in ecstasy making no attempt to muffle myself and reveling in the freedom I had. I knew I was supposed to be innocent and masturbating on the kitchen counter was anything but. I was so used to having to masturbate every day that I couldn’t help but not do it. If I didn’t, my hand was going to keep going between my legs anyway until I did. Even though I was going only a little bit faster, I wasn’t so lost in the moment to realize that I wanted pain. I hopped off the counter a little awkwardly since I refused to let the fingers of my left hand withdraw from my lips. I lapped the puddle of juices that I had been forming on the counter before heading to the laundry room. With my right hand I picked up two clothespins. Awkwardly, hopping back up on the kitchen counter I applied one of the clothespins to each of my nipples. They weren’t the nipple clamps that Kayla constantly had in her bag but they would work. But she had clothespins in her bag too. The pain was almost immediate; I was so turned on and my nipples were so hard. I went back to thrusting and continued to moan out even louder. With my right hand I took turns twisting each clothespin to twist my nipples and every time I reached the limit of how they could be twisted, I whimpered.

I soon stopped this and demanded some more stimulation. I added another finger into my dripping hole and grabbed a wooden spoon from the nearby crock. I tried my best to bend myself upward so that my shoulders, upper back, and head were the only parts of my body on the counter. It was difficult as masturbating was getting my heart rate up. I had beads of sweat forming all over my body and my clothespin clad chest was heaving. I managed to do it though, and spanked my right ass cheek hard with the spoon, and then my body fell back down. This was going to take some work but I lifted my lower body up again and spanked my left ass cheek just as hard. I also kept my thoughts occupied as if what Mistress Kayla, my neighbors, or my parents would think if they saw what I was doing in this position. I actually wanted someone to walk in on me and find me here seeing me fingering my pussy and spanking myself mercilessly. I wanted someone to come into my house, see me there and pull out their cock and stroke it or finger themselves like I was, in the shadows where, even if I knew they were there, I would pretend like I didn’t know I had a secret voyeur. I continued to spank myself and finger myself enjoying the now numbing sensation of my nipples as the clothespins continued to dig in. I was thinking of all the people I would like to see me in this position. The thought got me really going and I could feel myself dripping more as I fingered faster, I could feel my ass being warm, probably rosy in color right now, and finally I knew I reached the point of no return. I suddenly saw my orgasm spraying all over my face with the position I was in and as I was cumming I heard myself cry out, “Oh Shawn!” Did I really just say cry out the name of the man I was supposed to be innocent for? Did I really cry out a moan that I hadn’t done since I was enjoying my last summer break before high school? I did; apparently during my thoughts of the people seeing me in this compromising position, the man I had not fantasized about for almost three years had crossed my mind and been one of the spectators.

I was kind of happy that I was fantasizing about the man I was supposed to be wanting to pursue me. I finally withdrew my fingers from my pussy even though they would be back in and I’d probably be playing with my clit some too. I hopped off the kitchen counter and I lapped up the puddle again and what orgasm fluids had missed my body. I took the spoon as I would probably use it some more. I wasn’t going to bother cleaning the counter properly, no one would know but me, and I had tasted myself many times so I wasn’t worried. In fact, I held my left hand up to my nose and inhaled my always sweet aroma…sweet. It usually smelled very pungent as my sweat would be intermingled with another person’s sweat who would have their way with me and my hands would be on their own genitalia pleasuring them. I then sucked the sweet nectar off my fingers before I headed back up to my room.

Since I was going to be fantasizing about Shawn, I just figured he should finish what my mind thought three years ago. He was going to fuck my ass. I had a suction cup realistic dildo that I was going to ride while playing with myself. When I got up to my room, I put the spoon on my computer desk and took the clothespins off as I was probably going to be spanking my breasts, and probably my pussy some, while riding my “imaginary Shawn.” Kayla had taught me many times, that usually the taking off of clothespins was much more immense in the pain department than having them on. That was something I was used to though. Before I began riding my makeshift hopefully future Master, I looked in my full length mirror in my room. I enjoyed the temporary, but deep, marks that the clothespins left on my nipples as well as enjoying the beads of sweat that cascaded like crystals all over my completely naked body. I then turned around and looked over my shoulder and was satisfied with the rosy pink shade my ass was after my spanking myself. It was pink, not red; not a normal sight.

Well my dildo was hidden under my bed so I walked over got down on my hands and knees. I reached up under my bed but instead of the normal rubber I expected to feel. I felt another texture that was not that of a dildo. I got down on my back and slid my head under the bed. My dildo was gone! In its place was a piece of yellow legal paper folded in half. I unfolded the paper and recognized the handwriting right away. It was in Mistress Kayla’s hand and it was dated the day we had said our goodbyes. I read the note and my heart sank as I read it again. Apparently Mistress Kayla had prepared for everything as there was a consequence for not acting like, even though it’s an oxymoron, an “innocent slut” and that consequence was…
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No wrong deed goes without a consequence. I've actually realized this quite recently but what consequence is in Catherine's future? What does the note say? With Mistress Kayla away at college will Catherine be up for rebellion and not do the punishment? For once I actually don't know the answer to all of these questions...entirely, but I have some idea. But yeah all these questions should be answered in the next installment of Targeting the Ignored.

Komodo Jones

03-15-2014, 01:40 PM

Has it really been almost a year since I've posted here? Time gets away I guess. I'm not sure if a lot of people are still following this story but it is kind of the ultimatum I've made for me leaving getdare. If I ever want to leave getdare I have to finish this story. Will I leave after I complete it, I don't know. But anyway, I just found a flash drive that contains the beginnings of the next chapter of this story, and I think I will start working on it again. If I have the free time I need, I hope to get it up by Monday. So even if no one is following this but it sounds interesting, now would be a good time to catch up as my chapters are long. And for those of you who do remember this story and like it, your wait for the next part should be over soon.

Stormwalker22

03-22-2014, 12:02 AM

I hope you post soon I really like the story

Komodo Jones

03-22-2017, 12:22 PM

For those of you who thought this story was dead, honestly so did I. I gave up on this story for quite a while just assuming it would just fade into obscurity. But seeing such a bad story on this site, renewed my interest in this story. So I hope to discipline myself enough to finish this and get pretty regular installments, maybe once or twice a month give or take. This installment is a lot shorter than my other parts, but it's just a teaser to satiate my faithful readers as I work on describing the next part of this chapter. So hope you enjoy and as always comments and constructive criticism is appreciated.
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The (Carn)Age of Innocence (Part 2)

The note read:
To my little slut,
I figured you wouldn’t be able to take the pressures of being innocent and if you’re reading this note it seems that I was right. So how long did you last, a week, a month? Please don’t tell me you only lasted a couple of hours or days. You are supposed to be innocent yet you have to resort to having something in you to feeling full, to feeling how you have these past few years. Well for the time being I asked you to do something and you have obviously failed. Now because I’m such a nice Mistress I am not going to dismiss you; but since you insist on being such a slut we’re just going to have to punish you as one. In your lap drawer at your desk, you will find a pink flash drive which I have filled with several punishments. Every time you do a slutty activity you are to do one punishment so obviously you’re going to do the first one. Next time you mess up you’ll do the second one and so on. And don’t think I won’t know if you don’t do them because I will. So get going and do your first punishment and hopefully these will teach you not to be a slut, except when I’m around or until Shawn becomes my slave-sitter.”
Mistress Kayla

Damn, Mistress Kayla for knowing me so well knew that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. Although innocence was not exactly a new trick as I had learned it through most of my years, before Mistress Kayla awakened my inner slut. I walked over to my desk, sat down on my chair, and opened my lap drawer. Sure enough there was a pink flash drive that had Slut .P. written on it; the p I’m guessing stood for punishments. I put it in my computer and as the screen prompt came up I chose to view the files. Mistress Kayla had certainly been busy as the folder information said there were 100 files, all of them Word documents. Each one had a punishment and a three digit number next to it. I clicked on Punishment 001 as I was instructed by the note. It popped up and it said:

To my little slut,
I bet it feels good to do something for your Mistress again doesn’t it? Well we’ll see how good you feel after this punishment. First off, you have not been left completely without sex materials. In one of the corners of your closet you will see a small safe and in it are all the materials I will give you for your punishments. Everything else, you can find around the house or I will provide to you in some way, shape or form. The combination to the safe is the day I enslaved you, surely you remember slut? If you don’t, well you’ll need to send me an e-mail asking me for it, and I will be giving you a punishment that you really won’t like, even worse than the ones you’ll be doing in this list of 100. But hopefully you do remember it. When you get in there, I want you to get out your lilac bullet vibe, the pair of handcuffs with the key, your nipple clamps, and two of the elastic ties we used to tie you up at times, when I didn’t want to hurt you with rope. There will also be a blue flash drive in there; get that as well. Oh and you obviously need to be naked whilst doing this. When you have all those materials, continue reading for your punishment.

“Damn,” I thought to myself, “Mistress Kayla knows I hate to be tied up.” Of course that’s probably why she chose it,. Sure I didn’t complain too much up when she’d tie me up and sit on my face forcing me to lick her to orgasm but bondage in general was not a fetish of mine. Of all the people who used me, most of them didn’t need to tie me up as I complied with almost anything they asked of me. After all, I was a slut so I got off on people telling me what to do and having no right to refuse them, except within the laws of what Mistress Kayla told them such as full vaginal penetration. Anyway, I was already naked so I walked to my closet and sure enough in the back corner under my new decent wardrobe was a small silver safe. Of course I remembered the day that Mistress Kayla enslaved me. It was one of the few days of the year that she would never set me up on an appointment with anyone. It was a day that was just her and me, a day devoted to a slut pleasing her Mistress, doing whatever she wanted me to do without question. So I turned the safe to the combination and it popped open when I dialed in the date. I was kind of upset not to see a dildo or full-length vibrator in there. However, it did have all the supplies for the punishment I was about to do. Also in the safe were: rope, arousal gel, clothespins (for which I didn’t see the point as I had nipple clamps, some black butt plugs of various sizes, and attached to the side of the safe were several flash drives of various colors. But I grabbed only the supplies I needed even though I was very tempted to fill myself up with one of the butt plugs. After all, almost every day for the past three years, I had something up my ass whether it be a real cock, or some sex toy.

I put the supplies next to the computer on my desk as I read on for my punishment.

First off, you’re going to put the bullet vibe in your pussy and turn it on. Yes oddly enough even though you failed a task I gave you, I’m going to let your orgasm. Then for the next part I would suggest locking your door. Put the nipple clamps on and make sure they’re digging into you pretty firmly, not enough to draw blood, but enough to hurt you and make you really hurt after I let you take them off. You are then going to grab your laptop and headphones and lay down on your bed. Tie both of your legs to your bottom two bed posts, so that they are spread wide apart. Lay down and put the laptop on your stomach and put your headphones in as well as the flash drive. I won’t tell you what’s on it now but just choose to play all files on there. Then take your handcuffs and put the chain and one of the cuffs through two of the gaps of your bed post so that your hands will be above you and cuff yourself up. I would recommend holding the key in your hand just in case if you need to get out quickly. Now your punishment, is to watch the entirety of the flash drive, this will take you about two hours. Once the files are over you may untie yourself but make sure to lap up the puddle of cum that will be forming beneath your pussy. I do expect you to cum for this punishment, and if for some reason you don’t, you will complete the punishment in its entirety until you do. Hopefully, this will teach you to work harder on being innocent, but just in case if it doesn’t, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I have 99 other punishments for you should you choose to be a naughty slut again.
Mistress Kayla

I thought the being tied up was going to be enough punishment, as Mistress Kayla knew that I hated bondage. I did it though of course, as my goal as her naughty slut was to please her and any other people she set me up with. No I’m not her naughty slut anymore, I’m innocent. Damnit, this was going to be impossible! Apparently though, the contents of the flash drive were to add to my punishment, or at least I assumed that. I had no idea what would be on there but I’m sure I wouldn’t like it, and for two hours, maybe more, this was going to be difficult. So I went over to my bed, took my laptop out from underneath my bed and plugged it in as I knew it was a while since I had last used it. I just usually used my desktop. I put it on the bed and went over to my door and locked it. My parents wouldn’t be home for a few hours still, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Although since I was being innocent now, they’d probably approve of my clothing choices more now. I tied one of the elastic ties to each of my bottom bedposts. I then got on the bed myself and tied the other end of the elastic ties around my ankles. These brightly colored ties, robust red, yellow, cerulean, and green, had been used on me so much and completely contrasted the intent of using behind them. If they had been proper they would have been black. I wanted to prolong the pleasure I would get from the vibe as long as possible as I’m sure that I probably was not going to enjoy orgasming that much to whatever awaited me on my laptop. I attached the chained nipple clamps to my sensitive pink nipples and gasped a little bit as the cold metal alligator teeth made contact with my skin as it had been a while since I had them on. But I tightened them just a little bit to make them a little more uncomfortable and would be even more uncomfortable after the pressure of taking them off would be. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to do much when my hands were cuffed, I turned the lilac bullet vibe on and slipped it between my pink fleshy folds and sighed in ecstasy and purred as I was overcome with waves of pleasure. The stimuli of my clamps, the vibe, and me being bound would definitely be fighting for attention as I underwent this punishment. I put the flash drive in my laptop and saw that it contained all video files. I selected play all files and Windows Media Player showed up as it was fetching the files. I put my earphones in and put the handcuffs in position, cuffing myself leaving me in a completely vulnerable state as I awaited my punishment to start on my computer.

The computer finally got all the files queued and as the first video played I recognized the video oh so well and if it continued the following trend, I was very aware that there could be a very good chance I would have to repeat this punishment at least once. “Damnit, Mistress Kayla, I don’t want to cum to this, please don’t make me cum to this” I thought to myself as the images flashed. If I got through this punishment alive, I vowed I would never do anything slutty every again because this was going to be a long compilation of videos of….

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What's the subject of the videos Catherine is being forced to watch? Why would she now want to cum to these? Would she really give up her sluttiness 100% after this punishment? Probably not, because that would make the story really boring. But you can find out on the next installment of Targeting the Ignored. As stated above comments and constructive criticism are always welcomed, as well as speculations about the above questions.