Waxing Moon: Pam's Story, Part III

[Officelover]

Why, oh why, God, does it have to be that it's always right as I'm posting here that I'm interrupted. That always annoys the hell out of me! Okay, nextly:

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She stepped out clad in just a pink bra and a G-String, and headed so John could see her. The thong was uncomfortable. Normally, she didn't wear these kinds of underwear. It felt like she had a wedgie. She disliked the feeling, but on the other hand it turned her a little. Like a reminder that she was a slave.

John saw her in the skimpy underwear, and had to admit that he liked what he saw. She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. "Hmm, slave," said John, "Very nice. Very nice indeed. Turn around."

Pam slowly turned around, revealing her almost entirely uncovered ass. When she had made a complete revolution, which had been slowly and took around 30 seconds, she noticed that John had a slight bulge in his crotch.

John liked Pam. He really did. He had been a master once before, and his slave was uncomparable to Pam. Pam was so hot, he realized. Shelooked so much better with blonde hair. And the shaving definately made the thong look better on her. But not only was she hot, he realized, but she really wanted to serve. And she... loved him. He realized more and more that he was in love with her. He loved Pam, because she was so amazing. He stifled that feeling now. He had to act dominant. She was his slave, he was her master, and he had to act dominant. It was absolutely neccesary.

He slapped her firm, large ass hard. This, as he could see, turned her on more than hurt her. Which was the intention, after all, turning her on. John cleared his throat, and said, "Now then, try these on."

He handed her some black panties and a white bra. When Pam changed behind the curtain, and the material stretched out, she realized that they were see-through. It was humiliating. She stepped out, and felt more exposed than with the thong. She realized that it wasn't totally transparent. It did look good on her, which she saw in the large mirror in the back. But she didn't like see-through lingerie. It made her self-concious.

He said, "Very nice, whore. Very nice indeed. Now then, here are some more." He handed her another set of lingerie. This was one of the worst and oddest sets of lingerie she'd ever seen. There were holes cut out to expose her nipples and pussy. It was so revelaing. She knew that this was clothing not meant to cover, but to reveal. It was a slut's clothing. And she loved wearing it. She loved the idea of wearing something purely for sex. She loved wearing them, but she hated stepping out in front of John in them.

He saw them and was instantly turned on. Oh, Pam's pussy was so beautiful. Oh, how he desired to fuck her. He would in good time. Her nipples were pert, and he saw them clearly through the holes. Oh how he loved the nipple holes and Pam's holes. John said, "Well, this certainly looks good on you. Try these."

He handed her what looked to be normal panties and a normal bra. She put them on, and he said, "Lord, those look awful on you! The bra is way too big! Try this one."

He handed her another bra. When she went back behind the screen to change her bra, she found that the new one was extremely small on her. It barely even fit, but when it did, she found that her breast didn't exactly fit, and they appeared to be much bigger than they normally were. She looked to be a D cup instead of a C-cup.

When she left the shelter of the screen, John told her, "Wonderful! That's so much better. The panties won't really do, but that's okay. We'll just use some other ones. We've got plenty more!"

And he wasn't lying. Pam tried on about fifteen more sets of panties and bras. All of them were extremely slutty, uncomfortable, or revelaing. Most of them encompassed all three. But Pam didn't mind. She liked trying them all on. She tried on many different styles, but the last one was the worst. John seemed embarrassed to say the words, but he got them out. "Pam... I... uh... I've got another pair for you."

He handed her a bag. She went into the back, and opened the bag. There was a perfectly normal set of blue cotton panties. And that was it. That was all there was in the bag. Nothing else, if you catch my drift.

"Master," she said from behind the screen, "Was there supposed to be anything else in this bag?"

"No, fuckslut, there wasn't. I'm sorry. Are you okay with coming out in... what I gave you?"

Pam took a long time to answer, but finally said, "Yes, master."

"Good whore." Pam put on the panties, and let the bra she was wearing fall to the ground.

Pam was taking a big step, with each of the baby steps she slowly took to get out from behind the protecting, blessed screen. She was taking a step from safety to risk, pleasure to pain. She was going from being in a postion she was okay with... to being topless in front of the man she loved. That wasn't a bad thing, per se, but it was a big step. It was hard. It was a difficult thing to do. She felt humiliated, naked, bare, alone, and cold when she stepped out.

It's not like it's the first time he'll see me topless, She tried to comfort herself, We played Truth or Dare together. He saw me topless and naked for hours on end. We fucked, for Christ's sake. He saw me naked yesterday! Why is this so hard? This is... this is a piece of cake.

In truth, however, if it was a piece of cake she wouldn't have had to admit it to herself. She would have been able to simply step out, fearless, careless, and carefree. But, no. It was a big step. She didn't know why... it just... was.

She did however step out.

And she looked fantastic.

Part of Pam heard John say, "You look fantastic."

Part of Pam saw John's massive boner.

Part of Pam was strong, and part of her was weak. But in a couple seconds, she was strong. She was ready.

John said, "Well, that's it for the lingerie. We still have some other clothes to try on though." He handed her a bag. She quickly brushed back to the screen, where she took off the sole pair of panties she was wearing, and reached inside the bag for it's contents. She found a skirt, a small white tee, and a pair of pink high heels. Nothing else.

Now the skirt, I should tell you, was ridiculously small. Really, incredibly puny. She knew that if she sat down, especially without protection with panties, she would be completely exposed if her legs weren't together.

She put on the T-Shirt, and the skirt, and the high heels. She was used to heels, but these were larger than what she'd formerly worn. These, she knew, would bring even more attention to her butt. However, she figured, it's not as bad as the bra with the nipples cut out.

She headed out from behind the screen. John ordered her to turn around. She revolved as she had done many times before. He said, "Well, slut, this is a good outfit. You've already tried on a lot of clothes today, you must be exhausted. How does grabbing some lunch sound?"

"That sounds delightful, master."

"Excellent. Well, let's go."

"Wait! What?! You can't seriously expect me to go out dressed like this!"

"Whore! You disrespectful, disobediant, ungrateful little whore! You're lucky you're even getting clothes, bitch! I'm going to take you out for fucking lunch, you cunt! Those were expensive clothes! And all you can do is complain!"

He picked up Pam and sat down. Her ass was right on top of his knees. He started to spank her. The feeling was so good. She loved being treated like a slut. She loved the rush of the pain. She loved being punished, taught, spanked. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... God. It hurt like hell, but she was in heaven. His powerful, dominant hand against her submissive, smooth, soft skin was a painful connection. It felt so so good, and so so bad.

He slapped her harder and harder, saying, "And this is for being ungrateful... and this is for being disrespectful... and this is for being a slut..." And so on and so forth. Soon her ass was completely red, and stinging. He stopped and got a pitcher of water.

He said, "You don't like the clothes? Here's your punishment." He through the pitcher at her shirt. It made the white T-shirt, soaking wet and see-through. "You clean up the water later, bitch."

With that, they were off.

[molten man]

Amazing as usual!

[Officelover]

Pam walked outside of the house with John. "I'm going to walk down to the restaurant," said John, "Here are your instructions. Wait here until I text you. Then and only then keep walking straight down this street. When you get to Fireside Street, turn left, keep heading down. Turn right at Rose Avenue, and keep walking until you see the sign that says, "The Oak Tavern". Head in there. Can you remember all that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Remember. Stay right here until I text you. See you soon, you little whore."

Pam stood there, and watched as John disappeared down the long, bending road. Soon he was little more than a dot, and completely out of view as the road curved a bit. It was a sunny day. Warm. A nice, mid-June day. After what seemed like hours, Pam finally felt her cell phone buzz (John had given back to her for the occasion. She was holding it in her hands.)

She opened it, and saw a message that read: "Okay, slut, start heading down."

She followed the text's orders and started down the long path she had to take. She didn't live around here- she didn't know that this route took about twenty-five minutes, and led you straight into the "bad section" of town. She didn't know that, and blithely, obliviously just kept heading on straight in her course. As she switched roads, after about ten minutes, she saw the houses grow more and more dilapidated and old. She saw houses falling into disrepair, and more and more bars, porn shops, and crime.

She realized all of a sudden why John was ordering her to do this. The "clothing" part of the day wasn't over yet. This was all a ploy to make her realize how her clothing is important, and why it must be regulated by her master. She realized that she was dressed like a whore.

And no, not "whore" as in a promiscuous woman. She'd be fine to dress like that. A whore as in a prostitute. A whore as in a hooker, a harlot, a woman who exchanges sex for money. It scared the hell out of her, and made her extremely self-concious. She was dressed up as a prostitute, and in this section of the town people would believe she was. And that scared the fuck out of her. Embarrassing doesn't touch upon how it made her feel. Mortified, devastated, and humiliated work better. But even they couldn't really get it across.

Pam realized all the more fully that she enjoyed being dressed up like a whore though. It made her feel dirty. And dirtiness, though sometimes humiliating in public, is often treasured, savored, enjoyed, relished, and even desired in private. And the mind is a private thing. She was so turned on. With every icy stare she got, that seemed to look at her with disapproval she got humiliated. Which caused her to be wet. And with every lusty look, or cat-call she got, she got wetter. Which made her more humiliated.

Soon she could sense people could see the little wetness trickling down her legs as she walked down the road. Speaking of walking, it hurt walking in such high heels. It hurt really bad. But then again, those heels were so sexy. And she knew that.

A guy said to her, "Hey gorgeous, you looking for some fun."

She just wlaked faster down the street, hoping he wouldn't follow her or notice how aroused she was. When she finally reached the "restaurant"- The Oak Tavern, she relaized it was really nothing more than a dark bar. The kind of place that was a haven to the members of the oldest proffession. She gulped, and headed inside.

Inside, it was even darker thanit looked outside. She saw one or two dim lighbulbs hanging from the cieling, and a dirty lookign bartender. All she could wonder was where the fuck John was. She didn't like being here without him. It gave her the creeps. All of a suden she felt her hand vibrate. "What the?" She thought, and then remembered the cell phone.

"You're here, slut." The text read.

She texted back, "Where r u?"

He said, "Don't you worry about that, cunt, I'm close enough. Now, here are your orders: You are to order from the bartender a sandwich, and later ask for a beer."

Pam was absent-minded and just headed over to the counter and asked for a sandwich. The bartender went to the back, and returned. She sat down at one of the disgustingly dirty tables. Soon enough he came over with the sandwich which looked terrible.

She ate it- it was terrible. After eating it, she sat there for a while. Then she came up to the counter, and said, "Can I get a beer?"

The bartender said, "One beer- coming up. And... that will be two bucks."

She panicked. How was she going to pay him?! She didn't have any money on her! She didn't even have any pockets that she could even store money in! What weas she going to do?!!

She said nervously, "Uh... do you have a bathroom that I could use?"

"Why?" He said suspiciously.

"Because I have to go to the bathroom."

"Yeah. In the back. Just make it snappy."

He pointed out the wooden door. She headed over, pushed the door closed to the single stall bathroom, and attempted to lock it which was impossible due to the lack of locks. After wiping off the seat, she sat down on the toilet which reeked of piss and shit- no wonder why; it looked like it was clogged for a year, or no one bothered flushing. Several flies buzzed around her.

She frantically texted John, "What do I do? No money? How do I pay?"

After what seemed like ages she heard a buzzing distinct from the flies. She flipped open the phone, and read the message. "Ask him if you can work something out."

Pam wanted to use a safeword- but then, how could she. This wasn't between her and her Master. This was a real situation. She couldn't do anything. She hardly believed he woudl just ask her to do dishes. She could try making a run for it- she didn't know what might happen for a thing like that in this area. Maybe he's hurt her- what if he attacked her? She could ask a customer for a loan- what other customers? She was panicking, and realized that she had no choice. She'd have to take her chances.

Collecting herself, getting as prepared to offer herself as a prostitute as she could, she stepped out. At least she was dressed the part.

"Where's my ten bucks?" The man asked, angrily.

"Listen," Pam said erotically, "I'm sorry but I just don't... I don't have the money. So, maybe... maybe we can work something else out."

The man spread a dirty smile. "What kind of arrangement are we talking about here."

Pam was so nervous- there was no way in heaven or Earth she'd be able to fuck him. It was so... wrong. She prepared herself, and just as she was about to speak, who should barge in but John?

John stepped inside, and said, "Honey, how you doing?"

Startled, she said awkwardly, "Uh... good. Hon."

"Not to worry, I'll take care of your check."

Hre handed the man a twenty. "Keep the change." He said. The man kept his eyes down cast. Pam was so relieved. She was so thankful John had decded to come. She was so, so, so greatful she didn't have to work anything out.

John said, "Babe, the party's gonna start any minute. We should get going."

They left.

Pam managed to whisper, "Thank you."

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Comments are always appreciated!

[Officelover]

Once Pam had left the dim, smoky bar and stepped out into the sunny day with the pure blue sky hanging above her, she felt better. She felt so grateful that John had rescued her from having to fuck that guy... and for a beer and a sandwich!

"You see, slave," He said in an authoratative manner, "I choose whatever clothes you wear generally. If, however, I give you the chance to choose clothes, you will always pick the clothes that will please me. Do you understand?"

Pam nodded a yes. "Good." He started the car. They drove off. Pam didn't know where they were going but didn't much care.

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The rest of the day had been uneventful. John had her try on more clothes in the comfort of his home. The one memorable thing that did happen was that Pam refused to try on a particular skirt, so John made her stand outside in the backyard with the outfit she was wearing- a tube top and a skirt. It was gusty, and... well her skirt blew up a little bit quickly revealing her pussy and ass, but she usually covered it in time. And more imporatantly, it was just a back yard- no one saw her.

After a mild night, Pam went to sleep. She drifted further and further into the beautiful dreamland...

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SPLASH!

So began Pam's second day of training. "You overslept!" yelled John to the cold, wet, and shivering Pam. That water had been extremely cold. It sure woke her up. She now stood at attention.

I've got to go. Damn it!

[Officelover]

John took Pam upstairs. To her suprise she saw some food waiting there for her. He said to her, "Eat."

She asked, "Master, why'd you make this for me?"

John said, "Never mind that, just eat it. And drink."

She ate the pancakes, the toast, and drank the orange juice. John returned to the kitchen and said, "Good. You're done eating. Now, I bet you're wondering what we're doing today, huh, slave?" Pam nodded eagerly. "Well, you'll find out soon enough. But first, slave, strip."

Startled, she asked, "Naked?"

"How else, slut?" He resplied, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, sir."

She didn't really have a problem with it. It's just... she couldn't put her finger on it. It's not like it would be her first time naked in front of someone. It's not like it would be her first time in front of him, even. She's shown him her tits, her pussy, her ass, she'd been completely naked for him, she'd even had sex with the guy. But that was... before. It was still hard for her to do it. It was hard for her to be naked in front of hinm, because... deep down inside she wanted his approval. That's one of the reasons she agreed to be his slave. Because she wanted to please him. She also did it because she loved being a slave, and it turned her on incredibly. She didn't know how he would feel about her body- would he think she was ugly? She had this dream, a couple nights back, where she was naked in her classroom, back in high school. Daniel was there... spanking her. And everyone in the room was laughing at her, calling her a slut. She liked that. And then afterwards, she talked to John and he said, "Go away, bitch. I don't care about you, you ugly whore!"

She was afraid that would happen. But then again, refusing to do what he asks was not a good way to get his approval either. So, she delicately removed the outfit she was wearing, a black mini-skirt and a T-shirt. he removed her clothes, and stood before him naked. It was her last first time. By that I mean, after this time she finally got used to it. Because he smiled. He smiled and for a minute he wasn't her Master anymore. Just John. He said, "You look beautiful." Then he snapped out of it and added, "Whore!" She didn't know which one she liked better, being called beautiful, or being called a whore. It was about equal.

"Now then," John said, "Let's continue with what we were doing. I've got something for you to wear, actually." He opened a box, and picked up a diaper. A large diaper, that Pam knew she could fit into. Pam said, "A diaper?"

"I know what you're thinking. We're not using ageplay... today." John reassured her. He tossed her a diaper. Pam was hesitant to put it on.

John commanded her, "Put it on, slut. And recite for me rule number six." Pam took the diaper and began to put it on. When she had finished, she recited the rule.

"If to the bathroom I must go,
I must ask Master yes or no."

A look of terror spread over Pam's eyes. She asked John, "Maste, you're not going to make me..."

"Yes, I am, slut. Now, tell me, do you have to go to the bathroom?"

Strangely, she started to have to go very badly. "Did you put a laxative in my drink?"

"Shit, how'd you know?"

"Uh... I dunno, lucky guess?"

"Well, you'll be punished for that then. Just for that, you'll have to keep the diaper on for four hours, instead of three." Pam was nervous.

"You're not allowed to shit or piss until I say you can, cunt."

"When will that be, Master?"

"Well, you'll have to do some tasks for me, first. Now then, I need you to drink four cups of water."

"Four cups?!"

"Four cups."

He produced one of the largest cups Pam had ever seen, filled to the brim with water. "Drink, slut." said John. She took the monstorous mug in her hands and proceeded to drink. After chugging the whole thing, she placed down the cup, and sat in silence. John wordlessly went to the sink and filled it up. She didn't like listening to the sounds of the water. It just made her have to go to the bathroom more.

He brought back another humongous amount of water. The water didn't even taste good- tap water never does. She drank though, nevertheless, the whole cup. He brought her another and she drank it too. She felt like her stomach was going to explode. She had to go to the bathroom badly, but she could hang on a bit longer.

But when John brought over the final cup of water, she was unable to drink it. "Drnk!" He said loudly. She couldn't. "All right, you'll be punished for that." He took Pam by the hand, and told her to lie down on the ground. She did so. Then he turned on the sink lightly, letting the water drip and gush. She listened to the noise, and automatically felt the need to piss. Every single sound she heard reminded her of the tremendous amount of water she was carrying. It was a miracle she was able to hold on, and not give in.

John asked her, "Do you want the water, or would you prefer to stay here for another fifteen minutes?"

"The water!" She cried. John picked up the glass, and put it on the ground so she could take it. She took the glass and drank the water in small amounts. When she finally finished the water off, John returned and smiled. She was litterally squirming and twisting from the need to piss. She had to do anything to keep her from thinking about water. John said, "You know slave, you know what the funny thing about water is? The funny thing about water is that the more you drink the more you have to piss." He said "piss" in a long and hissing way, like "pppppiisssssssssssssssssss"

He was such a sadist. And Pam loved him for it. Almost evetything she'd done in the past week or so was absolutely great. She loved being his slave. She loved the pleasure she got out of her tasks and punishments. But she didn't like having to hold it. Not at all.

John however, was getting pleasure out of it. He loved seeing her squirm from discomfort. He was smiling a dirty, sadistic smile.

"Enough," He said, "Slave, let's get you up. Do 100 jumping jacks for me!"

Pam could hardly stand on her feet, let alone do jumping jacks. And yet, some how, she managed it. She jumped and it only pushed the water further along.

John said, "All right, I'll make you a deal. You can piss, but you'll have to leave the diaper on for four mour hours, and shit in it. If you don't want to, then I can just give you another four cups of water."

"I'll take the pissing!" yelled Pam.

Wanting to draw it out, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, now just give me permission, please!"

He said softly, "Spoil-sport. Fine. All right. Piss."

Pam stood up and pissed for the first time in her life. She just stood there, and let it go. She loosened her grip on controlling her body. She let the discomfort go, and beckoned the comfort in as the piss left her body. She felt the warm urine stream out of her very fast. Really fast. The diaper was fairly absorbent, but she felt a small isolated tricle of pee go down her leg. She had never been so relieved to piss, or so turned on.

John said, "Oh, slave, that was fun, right?"

Pam said, "Yes, master. That was "fun"."

He laughed. "Now, am I correct in thinking that you still have to shit yourself?"

Pam didn't really have to. She tried to force something out, but it didn't really work. She found it terribly ironic. First she has to try hard not to piss, and then she has to try hard to shit. She tried very hard,and ultamitely, a small amount came out.

John smiled evilly, and said that maybe something more would happen. Pam didn't know what that meant. John told her, "I'm going out for groceries. You're going to sit on the couch, and watch TV. Clear?"

"Yes, master." He left, and she sat down. After acouple funny programs, after about an hour, she felt like she had to go to the bathroom. She felt like she had to shit. She realized John must have put something in the water too. Something slow-acting.

In a couple of seconds it went from hardly noticeable to unbearable. She just shit the whole thing out, right there, on the couch. She had a huge amount of crap in her pants and thought it was disgusting. She felt the sticky warmth it created was sickening. She felt it squishing in the diaper.

When John finally returned he saw the look on her face, and said, "You shit more, didn't you, slut?"

"Yes, master."

"I thought you would." He chuckled. "Well, let's get you out of that diaper."

[molten man]

Excellent work officelover!!!

[Officelover]

Anything that Pam had done while she was being blackmailed to Daniel didn't "count" in Pam's mind. It just didn't. For instance Pam recognized that "technically" she had lost her virginity to Daniel. But she thought as herself of losing it to John. She did a lot of things while she was being blackmailed by Daniel- but to her, they didn't count. They semi-happened.

So in this spirit, this was Pam's first time as a slave. To this BDSM-virgin, she was thouroughly enjoying her first experience. She had a perfect Master, Daniel, who she loved. And she was enjoying all her tasks.

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Pam woke up early this morning. She couldn't see a thing. It was dark outside, so there was no illuminating light pouring through lone window. She had noidea what time it was, she had no idea when she was supposed to go upstairs. What time was it? She had to be ipstairs and cooking him breakfast at 6:30.

She decided to wait until she saw sunlight. Then she'd take her chnaces and climb upstairs. It was incredibly hard to just sit there in silence, waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

She thought about her master. At first she was incredibly bored by the lack of action. But she eventually cleared her mind and found that it was almost like meditating- it gave her a great chance to think about all the recent actions. Like a break from the busy, bustling life that would begin soon.

Soon enough when she looked out the puny, dirty window, there was a speck of bluish light in the dark sky. Dawn.

She kept watching as the sun crept up and soon she saw it's rays of golden radiant light.

Sunrise.

She trusted that this meant it was about six o' clock. That sounded right. She didn't want to be accused of "oversleeping" again. She didn't want to bear that punishment. So, logically, she should go upstairs now and be early as opposed to being late. She got up from the uncomfortable bed that she had been sitting on, and pulled off the cover. She shivered- she remembered that she was naked. She was always supposed to be in the morning. She wasn't uncomfortable being naked in front of her Master anymore. She had come to accept it. She almost liked him seeing her naked. She wondered when they were going to have sex.

Pam opened the door, and there was a small "Cccrreeaaakkk!". She was scared that she would wake up her Master. She turned to the direction of the stairs, and in the total black she felt her way down the hall. She knocked into about ten things. I think Master put some of these things in my way. Pam thought.

She climbed up the stairs, and opened the basement door to a slightly brighter room. The kitchen. She glanced at the digital clock that was n the stove. 6:24.

She had just made it. Pam wasted no time, she looked for her instructions. There was a small note that read:

"Dear Slave,

This morning I think I'll want french toast, scrambled eggs, homefries, a bagel with butter, and some orange juice. I'm the kind of man who likes a large breakfast. And, you can make yourself an english muffin with peanut butter, and you can have some of the homefries. But in order to have that, you'll have to rub some of the peanut butter on your ass.

Have a nice day, slut,

Master."

She knew that she should get to work right away. She assumed that he expected her to make his breakfast first. She was right. So, she went to work on his elaborate breakfast. She had no problem gtting the materials, there were plenty of groceries in the fridge. The problem was, all of these things took time to make.

Thankfully, Pam managed to make everything quickly enough. Pam finally finished, and put it all on a tray. Then she took some of the homefries, and put them on a plate. She put the english muffin into the toaster oven, and turned it on. She took the peanut butter, and put some in her hand.

She started to lather her ass with the creamy peanut butter. It felt strange and squishy. The English muffin was done, and she put some of the peanut butter on it. Then she took the tray of food to the dining room.

To her suprise, John was already waiting in there. He said, "Mmm... looks delicious, whore." He took a napkin, wiped off Pam's ass, and smacked it for good measure. "Go eat." He said.

Pam returned to the kitchen where she ate her smaller breakfast. It was good. She noticed the little blackboard. Written on it were the words, "The whole is greater than the sum of the parts."

She wondered why he was alluding to holism. And then it hit her. When John walked in, he asked, "So, slave, have you figured out the clue?"

"Yes," said Psm proudly, "It's about my holes."

"Good!" He congratulaed her, "hich one?"

Uh-oh. Pam thought. She hadn't thought about this. She stumbled, "Uh.... my pussy?"

John cast a disapproving look, and said, "No, slut. You're ass."

This gave Pam a bit of a jolt. She hadn't really done anything anal. Well, she had with Daniel, but that didn't count. So, Pam was completely new to the anal realm. John asked, "Is there anything wrong, fuckslut?"

"Uh... no, Master."

"Good. So, we're going to have to punish you for getting the question wrong, right?"

"Uh... right."

"Right, master. You'll have to be punished for that as well."

John left to get something from downstairs. When he returned, he brought a blindfold. "Put it on, slut." Cautiously, Pam put on the blindfold. John tied it tight around the back. He said, "Good, now stand still."

She did so. Almost immediately, she felt instant pain in her nipples. Incredible, incr

GTG

[firenight]

go on alsome story hope to here more of pam soon

[molten man]

Excellent work as usual!!

[dirtyvirgin]

I'm not sure if you did this on purpose. "She had a perfect Master, Daniel, who she loved. And she was enjoying all her tasks." It is an easy mistake when you're talking about two people.

anyway, keep up the good work.

[molten man]

When i read it, it never struck me! Guess i read what i wanted to read!!

[Officelover]

John left to get something from downstairs. When he returned, he brought a blindfold. "Put it on, slut." Cautiously, Pam put on the blindfold. John tied it tight around the back. He said, "Good, now stand still."

She did so. Almost immediately, she felt instant pain in her nipples. Incredible, incredible pain. After a good, solid five minutes, John removed the clamps. He said, "Good. Now, slut, to buisness."

Pam went with John to the living room. He asked her, "Have you ever done very much anal insertion before?"

Pam replied, "Well, uh, not really, master. A little bit."

"I asked you a specific question, slut. Have you done a lot, a little, or none at all?"

"None at all."

This was pretty much true. It was true that Pam did some during her blackmail period, but that was... different. Her ass was still virgin.

Pam didn't know how ready she was for anal insertion. She didn't really know if things were supposed to go... up there. For some reason, it didn't seem quite right, you know. Having something up a hole that things usually come out of. Like you were clogging something that wasn't supposed to be clogged. Nonetheless, she'd head it was quite an erotic experience. She didn't know what to expect.

"Slut," began John, "We're going to stretch out your asshole today. It needs to be wide so that my huge cock will fit. Today I'm going to see how wide it will stretch, and then I'm going do a little excersizes."

Pam had gotten chills when he mentioned the part about his cock up her ass. Her lust for John was growing, pulsing, expanding rapidly. She wanted him to be inside of her. She knew he wanted it too. The frustration was agonizing!

John brought her to a coffee table. On it was something you'd never expect to see on a coffee table; more than ten butt plugs. They were laid out flat on the glass coffee table as regular as if they were coffeetable books or plates.

"We're going to start out with the smallest one first." Said Daniel, holding a small butt plug. He reached into a bag and pulled out a blindfold.

"What's that for, master?"

"Obviously so you can't see, whore." He retorted, "Now, strip, slave."

Pam took off her clothes, and stood before John completely naked. He smiled a broad smile, and took a long look at his sex slave. He came up to her and silently, wordlessly, and romantically put the cloth blindfold in front of her eyes. "You're going to have to trust me, slave." He whispered in her ear.

"I will." She breathlessly uttered.

With that she felt a warm hand on each of her ass cheeks. She felt a superflous and empassioned squeeze. Then they were seperated. She felt something very small go up her ass. At first nothing and then, she felt it pushed in further, harder. It forced it's way ever so ruthlessly past her hole. It hurt like fuck. She screamed.

"What are you screaming about, slut?" Asked John, "This is just a Sharpie?"

She thought to herself, Could it really just be a Sharpie? He tricked me. I thought it was one of those huge dildos he has laid out on the table. I've been bamboozled. ()

She stopped screaming as much. John asked her, "So, cunt, how does that feel?"

"Well," she answered uncomfortably, "it's not so bad. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I think I had myself all worked up."

"Hmm? Really? Oh, that's interesting. Well, I'm going to take it out now. Get ready. On the count of three... One... two... three!"

The Sharpie was taken out of her ass. She actually felt wierd now. Like something was missing. This feeling only lasted abrief minute, but it showed how "go with the flow" Pam was becoming.

Next, without warning, something at least six times the size of that Sharpie was stuck up her ass. She let out a peircing cry. This one was more plausable. It made more sense for her to scream this time.

And yet even in the pain, she found some erotism. She understood why people could get turned on by anal. Or maybe it was just that her mster was doing it to her. Either way, it was getting more erotic by the minute.

And more painful.

"Take it out!" She ordered.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes!" She answered, screaming, "Just take the fucking thing out! I'm going to like break a muscle or something!"

"That's not possible."

"JUST TAKE THE FUCKING THING OUT!"

"Control yourself, fuckslut!"

"Master, I'm sorry, but please just take it out. I can't take this torture any more!"

"I believe you can, bitch."

"I can't!"

"So you don't trust me?"

"JUST TAKE IT OUT OUT!"

Silently, coolly, John slid out the butt plug.

TO be continued. Tired.

[kitkat]

wow, this story is still great!
I've been catching up on it for the last few weeks.
I love your writing.
And as I just tried anal sex for the first time a few weeks ago I definitely empathize with Pam! lol. I can barley do it without crying. :P

[corjewe]

ok great story i love it but i wana point 1 thing out
in the first half you said "Said Daniel" instead of "said John"
just saying don't be mad it is a great story keep it coming
9.99999999999999/10

[molten man]

Great work again!!