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My Little Doll

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Synopsis: Story about the process of turning a beautiful Asian lawyer into my precious little slave doll.

My Little Doll

By

Semiater (aspererus@yahoo.com)



Chapter One


       I just couldn't sit still, I couldnt sit in my office anymore, not today, I was too anxious, excited, yearning, it was like being a kid on Christmas eve.  It was Friday morning, the day had just started, but I couldnt wait for it to be over with, for the evening to be here, when work was done and I was home.

       I stood on the sky-bridge in the atrium which connected the two towers of the building.  I looked down over the lobby below.  I watched intently as I saw her enter, she didnt see me, or at least she didnt look up to acknowledge my presence looming over her.

       I'd seen her hundreds, perhaps thousands, of times before, but I never really noticed her.  Thats not really true, oh, I noticed her, but I didn't really 'notice' her, if you have any idea what I mean.  She was just part of the scenery, but Id never studied her before.

       She was pretty, a petit, tiny Asian girl.  I didn't know if she was Japanese, Chinese or whatever in heritage, I didnt know anything about her really, nothing, other than she looked like a precious little doll and I wanted her.  She had the most gorgeous, luscious, shimmery black hair, and the way it covered her eye, like a partial mask, always hanging to one side.  I never gave it much thought before, but it looked almost like an affectation, something planned, concocted.  And then the way she looked at you, almost askance, never directly, never looking you straight in the eye, it was odd, but provocative.

       But more than anything, it was her gait, perhaps that's what threw me off, it was so confident and bold, yet, I wonder, was it a compensation for something else, an act, a construction.

       I'd never talked to her, we worked on the same floor, so I'd seen her many times, even having ridden the elevators together occasionally, in silence.  I really hadn't noticed her though, not really, other than to appreciate how attractive she was, but there was nothing more, nothing out of the ordinary. 

       I knew she must have been a lawyer, it's a pretty easy assumption, a good part of the building was occupied by law offices, particularly my floor, and she didn't look like an admin or support staff, so she must have been one of the many unhappy attorneys.

       She always wore pantsuits, I'd never seen her in a skirt.  I did notice that about her, her outfits, because, I didn't like it, I hated it in fact.  I wanted to see her in skirts, the slacks, like her stride, it seemed inappropriate, ill-befitting her true nature, an affectation.

       My coworker, he'd described her as 'proper', and I suppose that's as good a description as any.  She had that air of structure, fastidiousness, restraint, but perhaps it was merely a façade, a well-practiced façade.  Perhaps she herself didn't even know the walls she seemed to be putting up.

       Yesterday, last night, it had been a long day, it was probably nine or ten, I'm not even sure what time it was, it all blurs after a while.  Most of the offices had cleared out, but of course, there were always some of us sticking around late, cases to work on, administrative duties to catch p on, all the bullshit that goes on…

       We, she and I, we got on the elevator together, and, it hit me, something about her just struck me at that instant.  Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day, the week, but then I knew what it was about her, the mask, the façade she projected, what she was hiding.

       She looked at me, a little perfunctory smile, but never looking at me directly, never moving her head, just staring straight ahead, her eyes darting toward me for a mere instant.  I blurted out, without even conscious intent.

       "You want to be collared, don't you slut?"  For the first time ever she looked me in the eyes, incredulous, yet fully aware.

       "What?  Excuse me?"  Her voice cracked ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly. 

       "A slave, you wanna be a slave!"  Her eyes were fixed on mine, but I could see the slight tremble in her frame.

       "You wanna suck my cock, right now, don't you cunt?"  She jumped when the elevator bell rung our floor.

       "You want to suck my cock, right now, don't you?"  She didn't say a word, she tried to exit the elevator boldly, confidently, but I could tell her legs were weary, I could tell she had to think about it, consider, plan every step, and even then she almost stumbled.

       I followed without speaking, I loved the way she walked, so measured, with such ardor, so intent to get away from me.

       I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her in the utility closet.  She let out a small bleat, but nothing more.  Her eyes were fixed on me as the heavy door snapped shut behind us.

       "On your knees cunt!"  Her body was visibly trembling as she fell to her knees on the dusty floor.

       I had my dick out by the time I got to her, I grabbed her by the back of the head and slid my dick between her striking, moist, lips.  I heard her gag as I forced my groin into her nose, I could feel the way her throat convulsed as my balls pressed against her chin.  

       I wound my fingers through her hair, tugged her mouth off my shaft arching her head back.  She was staring up at me when I spit in her open mouth.                

       I didn't pause for long and started skull-fucking her in earnest.  I loved the way she choked on my cock, but I didn't let up.  I loved the sound, the slurping, as I rammed my prick between her lips harder and harder.

       It didn't take long, I felt it in my balls contract before I burst, I held the back of her head firm and buried my dick to the hilt in her mouth.  I felt her tongue against the bottom of my prick, and the way her lips clamped down on my dick.  I could see her body quiver as cum exploded from my cock and flooded her gullet. 

       I held her there, her lips wrapped around my cock, this girl, kneeling in front of me in the utility closet, till I finally felt the all worries and tension drain away from me. 

       Her eyes were fixed on my prick as she moved her tongue over the underside of my cock in her mouth.  I tugged on the back of her scalp and eased my dick from between her lips.

       "Lick my balls cunt!"  I felt the gentle lapping of her tongue on my balls.  I reached in my pocket and pulled out a business card as she licked away.  I could see the way she looked up at me, my dick resting on her forehead as she moved her tongue over my balls.  I wrote my address on the card and stuffed it in the breast pocket of her jacket.

       "Stand up!"  She jerked at the volume of my command.  I eased my aching dick into my slacks, then grabbed an old office chair that was leaning against the wall and sat down.

       "Over my knees cunt, you need a spanking.  You will never cum without permission again!"  I saw the confusion, the hesitation in her eyes, but she stepped gingerly to my side, then laid her belly down on my thighs.  I grabbed for her hair and arched her head back.  With my other hand I worked around her waist, finding the clasp of her pants and undid it. 

       The fabric slid easily down her legs and bunched around her knees.  She yelped softly as I wedged my fingers up under the waistband of her panties and forced the lace down her thighs.

       Her body jerked in my lap as I laid the first hard blow of my palm on her ass.  She was whimpering by the time I'd smacked my hand down for the 5th time, and she was almost blubbering by the time I'd laid the 10th, and final blow, down on her flesh.

       She was sobbing softly as I let go of her hair and she stood up, her pants and panties bunched around her ankles as she stared up at me.

       I brushed my slacks clean, adjusted my tie and looked at her.

       "Nine o'clock tomorrow.  Don't be late."  I turned and left her there, partially naked, ass burning, cum still on her lips.


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My Little Doll

By

Semiater (aspererus@yahoo.com)



Chapter Two


       I heard the soft, tentative knock at the door, it almost stopped before it started, as if the person knocking had reconsidered and left.

       I wasn't at all surprised to see her there, my little Asian slut.  It seemed she'd come straight from work, or at least she hadn't changed clothes, she was wearing her nice slacks and an oxford shirt, nice enough, but in my opinion, completely unacceptable for a woman, a slave.

       I waved her in, she slipped past without a word, she kept her head down, staring at the floor.  She came to a halt in the middle of the front room as I closed and locked the door.  My dick was aching already as I turned and approached her deliberately.  She looked up and met my eyes for an instant, then immediately looked away.  I didn't say a thing, just looked her up and down, studying her.  I could see the way she trembled softly, and I loved it, seeing her visibly uneasy.

       "We're gonna have to do something about your clothes,”  I paused deliberately, “but not now.  Strip for me!"  She just stared at me for an instant, the incredulous, shocked look in her eyes, then she  seemed to recover her composure.

       "What, here?"  I saw that flash of defiance and anger in her expression.

       "What?"  she seemed even more insistent.

       "I said strip, here, now!"

       "But people may see."  I smirked.

       "So be it, you're my slave now, and besides, I know you love the idea slut!"  I slid my hand to my pants and started rubbing my aching dick through the fabric.

       "Strip for me cunt!"  I turned away from her and eased into my chair, giving her a moment to react, or respond, but by the time I was seated, she'd started on the buttons of her blouse.  Her hands were shaking, her fingers were trembling as she undid the buttons one by one.  She didn't look at me, her eyes were downcast and I could see her cheeks were flush with humiliation, and perhaps exhilaration. 

       She was purposeful, yet I could see the anxiety.  As soon as she finished with the buttons, she eased the tucked-in shirt out of her pants.  I could see the lace bra cutting across her chest, through the open blouse, and I could feel my dick start to throb even more intensely. 

       She paused, as if waiting for a reprieve.  Her eyes caught mine for a second, but she quickly shifted her gaze.  I slipped my hand down my pants and started stroking my cock, but didn't say a word to her.

       She slowly opened her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, taking it off methodically.  She gently folded it in her hands and laid it down neatly on the footstool in front of me, her long shimmering black hair cascading gracefully as she bent at the waist.  I loved the way she let it hang off one side of her head.

       She kicked off her shoes, and lined them up obsessively with her toes, as if trying to delay the inevitable.

       She seemed unable to control her fingers and she struggled to undo the clasp on her slacks.  Her breasts weren't large, the bra pushed together her tits, exaggerating, or emphasizing the cleavage, but so long as her nipples were sensitive, that's all that really mattered to me.

       The sound of the zipper and the rustle of fabric was almost inaudible as she slid the cloth of her pants down her thighs.  She let them bunch around her ankles on the floor before she deftly gathered them, brushing them flat, folding them and setting them carefully atop her blouse on the footstool.

       "Leave your socks on cunt!"  She stood upright, a little flustered, and surprised, by my words.  I loved the way her dark socks looked on her dainty feet and ankles.

       She hesitated, either waiting further commands, or more likely, prolonging the unavoidable end.

       "You're not done yet slut!"  She didn't need me to explain further and she brought her hands up behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra.  It was a lovely lacy white bra, but not so lovely that I wanted to see it continue covering her breasts.

       She hunched forward, easing the straps off her shoulders, she kept her arms crossed for a second, before letting the bra fall to the floor and expose her dark, hard, nipples.  I could see the way her chest fluttered as she took deep breaths.  She bent elegantly and picked the lace bra from the floor, she meticulously folded it and set it down atop the blouse and slacks.  I loved her smooth belly, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly as she breathed deeply.

       She didn't allow me to savor the vision of her breasts for long, she took a deep lungful of air, wedged her long fingers under the band of her panties and pushed them down over her quivering thighs, till she was standing naked before me, the fabric bunched around her ankles.  I could see the way her chest heaved as she was panting, almost hyperventilating.  She gathered herself and bent at the waist again, collecting the panties from the floor, folding them nicely, then setting them atop the growing pile on the footstool.  She took a single step back, keeping her eyes low, focused in on the floor in front of her.  I just sat there, stroking my cock and taking in the lovely vision in front of me.

       "Hands behind your head slut!"  She brought her hands up behind her neck and interlocked her fingers.  I loved her dark, bold nipples, they were rock hard and stood erect.

       "What's your name cunt?"  She tried to respond, but she stumbled and had to clear her throat before she was able to choke out the word.

       "Kelsey sir."

       "Spread your legs wider Kelsey, you will never keep them closed in my presence."

       "Yes sir."  Her frame shuddered softly as she moved her feet wider apart.  I could see the moistness of her pussy, her juices glistened in the light, small rivulets dribbled down her inner thighs.  Her belly was flat and she was clean shaven, I could see the way her pussy lips were swollen and engorged. 

       Her posture was perfect, she stood so straight it almost seemed exaggerated, somehow it was so perfect it seemed wrong.  I loved her long shimmering black hair, I loved how it fell to one side, the lack of symmetry was beautiful, the way it was offset drew ever more attention to her long, lustrous locks as they fell gently on her shoulders.  Her breasts were lovely, not huge, but perky and plump nonetheless, but it was her nipples, the dark, erect nipples and aureoles, they were incredible. 

       I heard her let out a small bleat as I stood.  I pulled my hand from my pants and approached her.  I could feel the electric jolt shoot through her body as I moved next to her and ran my hand over her hip.  I could smell her, the cacophony of scents; from the body lotion she used, to the fragrance of her shampoo, and then, her musk, it was overpowering.  I took hold of her nipples, pinching the hard buds between my nails and jerked up, making her squeal and rise up on her tip toes to relieve the strain.  I could see the way she gritted her teeth as I twisted her nipples brutally.

       She let out a gasp of relief as I let go of her breasts and brought my palm down on her chest, between her tits, trailing my nails over her skin I slid my hand over her belly, pausing, letting it rest on her belly.

       "Kelsey you say?"  I stood over her, directly in front of her, but she didn't look up at me.  She was small, 5'1", maybe 5'2", but she was lovely, like a precious little doll.

       "Yes sir."  Her torso quivered with each breath, I could see the glimmering sheen of perspiration forming on her skin as she stood naked before me.

       "Call me Master cunt!"

       "Yes sir, Master, yes Master!"  I eased my palm down over her belly.  I heard her groan as I moved over her smoothly shaven mound.  I could feel her skin crawling under my touch as I hovered nearer her pussy.

       "I knew you were a slut, a slave, you have the look."  She moaned as I slipped my finger into her wet, wanting cunt.

       "You know it too, don't you bitch!"  Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my finger.

       "You're just a dirty, needy cunt, aren't you?"  She whimpered as I started twisting my finger inside her pussy, plunging deeper and deeper till she started to coo.

       With my free hand I grabbed her long luscious hair and jerked her head back, staring down into her eyes, she couldn't help but stare back.

       "I bet you can't wait for me to bury my cock in your dirty snatch, can you slut?"  I pulled harder on her scalp till she yelped in discomfort.

       "I bet you're a tight little bitch, and you'll love my dick in your hole!"  She closed her eyes and purred, like a sweet, needy kitty.

       "Im gonna make you scream and beg me cunt!"  I twisted her head to the side and buried my tongue between her lips.

       She cried in frustration as I pulled my tongue from her mouth.

       "You want it, don't you cunt?"  I leaned down and pressed my lips against her ear.

       "You're just a dirty little fucktoy and cumslut, aren't you?"  She mewed, groaning as I continued to plunge and twist my finger in her tight sheath.

       "You know you were meant to be a slave, my slave, don't you bitch?"  She let out a bleat of despair as pulled my finger from her pussy and let go of her hair.  I turned away from her, leaving her there, naked, legs spread, in the middle of the room.  I sat next to her neat pile of clothes on the footstool.

       "Show me your pussy slut.  Cum for me bitch!"  I turned and faced her, her eyes shot open and went wide, she looked confused and shocked.

       "Cum for me bitch, now!"  Her hands were shaking as she held them by her side.  I could see the wetness of her cunt and I lifted my hand to my nose, I could smell her scent coating my finger.  Slowly she moved, she reached between her legs and spread her swollen labia.

       "That's it slut, you love it, being my fucktoy, my property, dont you cunt?"  I could see the look in her eyes, the dichotomy, as if she didn't really know what to do, or to think. 

       "I want you to cum for me, now!"  Her nails were painted a garish, lurid red.  She eased one of her long fingers into the pinkness of her pussy.

       "Go ahead, fuck yourself slut!"  She slipped a second finger into her silky sheath and started to drive it deeper and deeper in her belly.  I could see the way her knees bent and she thrust out her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide.  She started to moan and brought her free hand to her breast, she pinched her erect nipple between her painted fingernails and yelped as the nails dug in.

       "That's it whore, cum for me bitch!"  Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed while she plunged her fingers into her cunt faster and faster.  I could hear her breathing, panting, it got louder and louder as she fucked herself.

       "You ready to cum for me yet bitch?"  She was howling, almost screaming as she fucked herself, the sound of her sopping cunt slurped through the room.

       "Yes Master, I'm cummmmiinnngg, I'm CCCCUUUUMMMMMMIINNNGGG!!!!!"  She fell to her knees with a thud, burying her fingers to the hilt in her soaking pussy and squeezing her breast with her free hand.

       She was panting, collapsed on the floor, kneeling, legs open wide, fingers still locked in her pussy, she didn't even notice me getting up.  Her eyes jerked open as I grabbed her by the hair and arched her head back violently, spitting in her face.  Saliva splattered over her forehead and into her hair.

       "I knew you were a dirty fucking slut!"  Her face went crimson with shame as the spit dribbled down into her eyes.

       "This is what you were meant for, isn't it?"  Her eyes fluttered rapidly.

       "You want my cock bad, don't you bitch?"  Her eyes went wide, the dark hazel irises stared up at me as spit clung to her lashes.

       "Yes Master, I want, need your cock!"  I let go of her hair and undid my fly, my dick was hard, raging, and ached more than I could describe.  I didn't know how long I could last, how much more I could take, so I rammed my prick between her lips, forcing it deep down her throat till I heard her gag.  I could feel her chin against my balls and I clamped my hands to the back of her head, pushing harder, till I started to see her eyes water.

       "That's it slut, this I what you were made for!"  I could feel her small hands pushing against my thighs as I held her mouth hard around my cock, but she couldn't force me away and I wasn't about to let up.  I loved the feel of her lips wrapped around my prick, the way her tongue slithered under me as her throat convulsed.

       "That's it slut!"  With my fingers wound through her hair, I eased her mouth off my shaft, but never let the head of my cock slip completely from her lips.  Her eyes were watering and her mascara streaked down her face, and I loved it.

       Moving faster and faster I used her hair as a hand hold and slid her lips and mouth on my dick.  I loved the way she gagged and choked each time I slammed my cock to the hilt and hit the back of her throat.  Her hands had shifted, moving behind me, cupping my ass as I started to skull-fuck her harder and harder.  The makeup on her face was muddied on her skin.

       "Fuck!!"  I was jerking my hips hard forward, making her gag and grunt each time I slammed the head of my cock to the back of her throat.  My balls started to convulse and I started to cum.  I clamped my hands tight on the back of her head and bellowed.

       "FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!"  I went light-headed for an instant as my dick spurted and exploded between her lips.  I loved the feel of her tongue on the bottom of my prick as it spasmed, the way my sperm bubbled around the seal of her lips as she choked and desperately tried to swallow down my hot, thick, load.

       "Fuck!"  I slowly eased off the pressure on the back of her head and slid my dick from between her lips.  She was breathing hard, the slime of sperm and saliva clung to her lips and seeped down her chin, hanging like gleaming strands of crystal.

       "Clean me cunt!"  Her face looked a mess, streaked with makeup and tears that ran down her cheeks.

       I loved the feel of her tongue on my shaft, the way she twisted and turned her head, making sure to touch every inch of my prick and balls, lapping away like a hungry kitty, pressing her nose into my balls, running her moist tongue over me as if she were lapping up manna.  I groaned as she tried to take my balls in her mouth.

       "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"  I stood over her, her eyes stared up at mine and fixed on me as she suckled my balls between her lips.

       "You're a dirty little fuck slut, aren't you?"  She stared up at me, my balls between her lips as she ran her tongue over my sack.

       "Put my cock away cunt!"  She ran her tongue over my balls one last time, then let them slip from between her lips, and with a soft, delicate hand, she lovingly eased my dick back into my pants and  zipped me up.

       "Well cunt, I've got a treat for you!"  I grinned, perhaps sadistically, then leaned down and picked her up.  She couldn't have been much more than a hundred pounds.  I threw her naked body over my shoulder and headed for the basement.


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       I set her down on the basement floor.  She was still breathing heavily and I could see the trepidation in her eyes as she looked around the room, my dungeon.

       “I think youre gonna enjoy this cunt!”  I grabbed her by the nipples and dragged her toward the wall, there was a bar mounted that ran parallel to the floor and was about three or four feet off the ground, somewhat like a ballet barre.

       “Put your arms over slut.”  She looked at me nervously, but put her arms over, and behind the rail, it sat in the crook of her forearm.

       She whimpered softly as I took hold of her left wrist and looped rope around, snugging it tight, then tugging her arm wide and tying it off to a ring set in the wall.  I immediately did the same with her right wrist, till her arms were bent over the bar and spread wide.

       “Dont worry cunt, youll like this.”  I chuckled softly, running my hands over her trembling belly, stopping to grasp and twist her nipples before I slid my hand over her flesh and sopping pussy.  I found her swollen, throbbing clit and took it between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it hard, making her squeal.

       “I know youre gonna love this you little Asian whore.”  She gasped as I let go of her clit and knelt before her. 

       “Spread your legs bitch!”  I reached out and put my hands between her thighs, then eased them wider, till she could barely keep her feet flat on the floor.  She wasnt on tip toe, but was very close.

       I wrapped a cord around her left ankle and cinched it tight, then pulled the rope taut and attached it to another ring set in the wall.  I moved my hands over her inner thighs as I shifted to her right leg and tied it off in the same way, leaving her splayed wide, her toes and the balls of her feet resting on the ground, but leaving her heels slightly elevated. 

       I stood up, looming over her, grabbed her by the hair and arched her head back till her neck was strained and she was staring up at me.

       “You ready to cum for me cunt?”  She didnt blink, she didnt respond, just stared up at me.

       “Well you better be slut.”  I buried my tongue in her mouth making her gag.

       “Time for the show.”  She gasped as I pulled my tongue from between her lips.  I could hear her breathing heavily while whimpering as I walked to the other side of the room.  When I returned, I held up the ball-gag harness for her to see.

       “Open your mouth!”  I forced the red rubber ball between her teeth, pushing it deep, then brought the harness over the top of her head.  Two leather straps on the front met on her forehead and ran over her scalp.  I pulled the leather tight and buckled the clasp, locking it in place.  I stood back and savored the girl, my girl, my slave.  I loved ball-gags, I dont know why, but there was something about seeing a girls jaws spread wide, teeth digging into the ball that got to me.

       “You ready cunt?”  She was breathing heavily, though not in lust, but anxiety, the air whistled through her nose as she watched me intently.

       “Dont worry slut, youre gonna like this!”  I moved to her side, out of her line of sight and retrieved my toy.  It was a wooden shaft topped with a thick, long dildo and also mounted with a magic wand vibrator. 

       She groaned as I moved in front of her. 

       “I told you you were gonna like this.”  I chuckled and got to my knees between her splayed thighs. 

       She squealed as I pressed the head of the dildo against her pussy.  I didnt need lube, not with the way she was juicing, but even still, it was a tight fit, forcing the thick rubber penis in her tiny cunt. 

       I rubbed her clit as I pushed the dildo deeper and deeper, loving the way she moaned, making her feel every inch of it going into her belly.

       “Thats it cunt, nice fit, you like it, dont you, that thick prick in your pussy.”  I ran my hand over her thigh, then adjusted the shaft so it was fully embedded in her pussy and the ball of the magic wand was pressed firmly against her clit.

       “Were almost there cunt.”  I walked over to one of the cabinets on the wall, I stood in front so she couldnt see what I was doing, I wanted her to anticipate the worst.

       “You need some jewelry slut.”  I reached out and took hold of her left nipple, I pinched it between my fingers till I elicited a yelp of pain, then started twisting it violently, all the while staring down into her eyes.

       “You have lovely nipples cunt.”  I slipped a heavy metal clamp from my pocket and brought it to her breast.  It was rubber-coated, but the springs were heavy, the mouth was wide, and as I brought it to her nipple, she let out a bleat of nervous anticipation, then, when I closed the clamp down on her breast she squealed for real.

       “Thats it baby, as youll find out, I love tormenting your breasts and nipples.”  I laughed as I brought another clamp to her other breast and snapped it on without any hesitation.

       “Now, we need a little weight, dont you think?”  She moaned as the saliva dribbled around the gag and ran over her chin.  I hung one weight from each clamp, heavy lead fishing sinkers that bent her nipple and tugged brutally on her flesh.

       “One more each, dont you think?”  Her torso shuddered as I hung another weight each on her nipples.

       “I think thatll do, for now.”  I put my hand under her chin and lifted it softly.  She was whimpering quietly, almost inaudibly as the weights tugged hard on her nipples.

       “Now well see how many times you can cum for me slut.”  I ran my palm over her chest between her breasts, down over her belly, then dragged my nails over her inner thigh flipping on the magic wand. 

       She reacted instantly as the high-powered vibrator pressed into her clit.  She tried to rise up off the dildo and vibe, but couldnt, her legs moved in and out as much as they could, but did nothing to ease the buzzing against her clit.

       “You love it, dont you cunt?”  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to moan louder and louder.

       “Thats it bitch, this is what you were made for, and you know it, dont you.  You were meant to be my little fucktoy and cumslut.”  I moved across the room and sat in my chair, enjoying every second of the girl writhing and cooing.  I knew shed cum soon, but was surprised how soon at actually happened,I knew instantly, when she screamed and her legs started convulsing.  One of the clamps snapped off her breast as a violent shudder went through her body.  I just sat back and stroked my cock.

       I sat and watched her for a good fifteen minutes, she came at least twice more, howling and convulsing each time, I loved the way her legs shuddered and spasmed uncontrollably as I stroked my cock, loving every second.

       She didnt even notice as I got up and moved towards her, her eyes were closed and she was up on her tip toes.  Her eyes shot open and she let out a scream as I brought the flogger down on her pussy.  It was one with the heavy leather straps, but one with thinner, longer, more biting strands than others I owned.  I loved the sound it made as it stung her flesh.  I brought it hard down on her pussy till she was shrieking, trying to beg me to stop.

       I paused for an instant, but only an instant, then started whipping her breasts, first the one from which the clamp and weights had already fallen, then I started on the clamped tit, till the rubber coated teeth snapped off and fell to the floor.  As soon as the metal jaw broke free she erupted in another orgasm, it was like a seizure went through her frame, her legs, her belly, every muscle seemed to convulse and explode in a monumental orgasm.

       She was sobbing and moaning when I set down the flogger and moved toward her.  Her body was covered with perspiration, sweat really, the sort that only comes with massive exertion.

       “How do you like it slut?”  I ran my palm over her breasts, I could feel the heat of her skin, burning red from the floggers bite.  I grabbed her by the hair with my free hand and jerked her head back, so she was staring straight up at me.

       “You love it, dont you cunt?”  She could only mew and coo in response, drool ran in streams down her chin and over her breasts.

       “Oh, did you want to say something?”  I laughed at her, then slowly undid the buckle and pulled the ball-gag from between her lips.

       “Please, I cant take it, please…”  Her voice was hoarse as she begged.

       “You dont want to cum again?”  She groaned as I slid my hand over her belly and wedged my finger between the vibrator head and her clit. 

       “You know this is what youre made for, dont you cunt?”  Her eyes left mine and she started sobbing louder as I pulled my finger from against her clit.

       “Another little while slut.”  I smiled sadistically, she tried to speak, but I had the gag at her lips before she could muster a word.

       “Plllee….”  She gagged as I forced the ball between her teeth, then cinched the buckle tight.

       She was moaning loudly as I grabbed a handful of clothespins.  I started on her right tit, snapping the wooden jaws on her nipple, then putting another one so its jaws closed down on the first one.  She was screeching as I did the same to her left breast.

“Dont worry, Ill be back.”  I grinned down at her as another orgasm ripped through her body.

       “Im going to grab a bite to eat, but Ill be back for you.”  I spit in her face, the saliva splattered on her forehead.


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       I don't know precisely how long I was gone, a half hour, hour, who knows.  I didn't mind.

       “You ready for a break cunt?”  I laughed and grabbed hold of the clothespins on her nipples and ripped them off brutally, making her scream into the gag. 

When the blood finally flowed back into her nipples she was moaning, her body was covered with sweat, her hair was wet and matted, her makeup streaked down her cheeks and she was up on her toes, trying desperately to move so the vibe wasnt pressed hard against her clit, but even so, she couldnt get away from its constant buzzing and her thighs were still quivering from her last orgasm.  I didn't know how much strength she had left.

       I grabbed her by the hair, tugging her head back so she was staring up at me.  She stared through me, her eyes were glazed over.  She hardly reacted as I flipped the switch on the vibe, making it go quiet for the first time in at least an hour.

       “Weve got to talk cunt.”  I let go of her hair and her head fell forward in exhaustion.  Drool ran down her chin and over her breasts.

       She groaned as I slid the large dildo from her pussy, juices covered her inner thighs to the knee.  I ran my hand over her quivering belly, then set about releasing the bonds that held her arms and legs spread wide.  She collapsed on her knees when she was finally free, whimpering and sobbing, still breathing hard with the muscles of her thighs twitching uncontrollably.

       I turned away from her and walked to the other side of the room, sitting in a large recliner.

       “Crawl to me cunt.”  Her sobs started to grow in volume as she gingerly moved across the floor on all fours. 

       “Kneel, legs spread.”  She lifted her body till her torso was upright.  I loved her hard dark nipples, and I was tempted to suck on them, but leaned back and stroked my cock instead.

       “Play with yourself slut, I want you to cum for me, again.”  I laughed, but she knew I was deadly serious and she started masturbating.

       “You will never close your legs around me cunt, the word no does not exist with reference to me.”  I loved watching the exasperated expression on her face, cut beautifully by the leather of the ball-gag harness that crossed over her face.

       “You will no longer wear your pantsuits, you are a woman, and more importantly, my slave, and I expect you to wear skirts and dresses, to look feminine.”  She groaned, rubbing her clit.

“You will wear heels, the taller the better.  Do you understand me cunt?”  She nodded desperately, then started trying to beg through the gag, but I was having none of it.

       “Silence.”  I stared at her, watching her fingers plunge into her aching pussy over and over again.  I knew she was no longer feeling pleasure from the masturbation.  I dont know how many times shed orgasmed on the day, and I didnt care if she liked it, she was now my toy.

       “I own you now, and you will never cum without permission cunt, you will never touch yourself without permission, and most definitely, you will not fuck anybody without my permission.  Understand?”  She nodded, resigned to her fate, though, I knew she loved it, I knew thats what she wanted, needed, thats who she was, my fucktoy and cumslut.

       She groaned as I got to my feet.

       “Im done with you for now.  Come back if you want.  Maybe Ill fuck that dirty needy snatch of yours next time.”  I left her there, on her knees, fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit in the middle of my dungeon, where I knew shed be spending a great deal of time.  There was absolutely no doubt in my mind shed be back as I ambled up the stairs.

       I went and flipped on the tv, sat in my chair and started watching whatever game was on.  She came upstairs after about a half hour.  She didnt say a word as she gathered her clothes from the footstool in front of me.  She walked tentatively, her breasts and pussy were still marked red from the flogger, and her pussy was wet.  She disappeared into the kitchen, I could hear her putting on her clothes, then a few minutes later, she tried to sneak past me and out the front door.  She looked a mess, her makeup was smeared, her hair was now matted and stingy from sweat, but still looked glorious. 

My dick started to ache again as I watched her pull out of my driveway, but I wasn't worried, I knew shed be back soon enough.


To be continued…


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My Little Doll


by

Semiater (aspererus@yahoo.com)


Chapter Three



       I hadnt spoken to her since shed sulked out of my house the week before.  I wondered if shed gone home and masturbated, in spite of how many times shed already cum that day.  It wouldnt have surprised me if she had, I knew what she was, and sluts like her, they can never get enough.

       I was standing on the sky-bridge between the two buildings when I saw her enter.  I needed to see her this morning, wanted to see if shed changed how she dressed, though, I had little doubt she had.

       I could hear the clap of her heals on the marble even from many floors above.  She had on a skirt, her blouse was cut lower, though, not enough for my tastes, but I wasnt too worried, I had plenty of time to mold her further, to my liking. 

Her heels must have been three or four inches tall, not towering, but Im sure a deviation enough to make her coworkers, both male and female, talk.  I could tell she saw me staring down at her, but she tried to act as if she didnt, and didnt look up to meet my gaze.  I wonder if she had to go shopping, and how much shed had to invest in her new wardrobe.

       My dick was aching already, I watched her till she got in the elevator, then I snuck away to my office, thinking, longing to get her alone.

       I tried to work, but it was difficult.  Im surprised it took so long, but after about an hour I saw the text come in.  Of course it was her, I was only shocked that itd taken so much time.  It was filled with all the desperation and neediness I could hope for; asking if Id liked her outfit, begging for compliments and approval.  I loved it, how quickly shed come along, not that it surprised me, but just how eagerly shed taken to the role.  And so shortly after being presented with what she was, though, deep down, I venture she already knew.

       I ignored her pleas, loving the despair in her continued entreaties.  Finally I told her to meet me in one of the back entrances to the building.  It was out of the way, quiet, though not too out of the way that there was no way somebody could pass by.  With every character I texted, my dick just got harder and harder, but I knew the restraint would be worth it.

       She was waiting for me, her tall heels rattled on the cool marble as she tapped her foot impatiently, but she didnt say a word as I approached.

       I looked her over, she instantly went still and stood at attention, her hands to her sides, waiting, wanting the sweet words of my approval in her ears.

       “You need to start wearing slut earrings, you know, big loop ones.”  I could see the immediate disappointment, there were small beads of sweat on her forehead and upper lip.  I reached out and ran my hand through her long, luscious hair. 

       “Youre making some progress cunt.”  I didnt offer anything more, but I could tell, even the slightest praise appealed to her.  I swear, I could almost see her nipples go hard at precisely the moment I gave her the slightest approbation.

       “You may make a good slave, someday.”  I reached out and touched her chin, lifting her head ever so slightly so she was looking me in the eyes, then let go almost as quickly as it had begun.

       “Here” I handed her a small box, it was perhaps 10” long and a few inches wide and tall.  She took it quickly, greedily.

“I think youll enjoy this.”

“What is it?”  She opened the lid for an instant, then immediately slammed it shut, looking around nervously, to reassure herself nobody was close enough to have seen what she had.  Her face went crimson. 

“I want you to put that in your pussy, I know you want to, I want you to stuff it in your cunt, deep, then pull your panties up, and dream of it being my cock instead.” Her hands were shaking visibly.

“I cant!”  I ignored her.

       “There is also a plug, and sandpaper, I want the plug in your ass, and the sandpaper in your bra, up against your nipples, understand?

       “I cant, you, you, you cant be serious.”  I put a finger to her lips.

       “Do you understand what I want you to do slut?”  I could see a small tear well up in her eye and her body was trembling softly, Im not sure it was rage, or exhilaration, though I dare say she wasnt quite prepared to admit it to herself, whatever it was, not quite yet.

       “Yes Master.”  She whispered.

       “I didnt hear you?”

       “Yes Master.”  She was only barely more audible, but it was enough, the purpose was served.

       “Good, you should get back to work.”

       

       Again, it took longer than I expected, I thought shed break within the first hour, but she didnt, it took over two before she finally gave in and texted me.  She begged piteously, groveling, pleading to let her remove the dildo, the plug, but I didnt even respond to her overtures, I just told her to meet me again in the back entrance, in an hour. 

She continued to text me, almost incessantly for another 15 minutes, but I didnt reply, I just loved reading each successive plea, imagining her getting more and more frazzled with each new message she sent.

I went and stood on the sky-bridge before our appointed time, I wanted to see her.  As I expected, she took the back elevator to get to our rendezvous, but for me, it was perfect, I could then watch her move across the lobby.  

       She moved slowly, gingerly, agonizingly, measuring every step with the new heels and the large dildo stuffed up her cunt.  I dont think she saw me this time, her eyes were focused ahead of her, planning every step.

       I let her go ahead, so she had to wait for me, at least for a few minutes, then I sauntered down the stairs, finally emerging behind her.  I watched her for a moment unseen, unnoticed.  She was off in the corner, shifting her weight uncomfortably side to side.  The entrance was rarely used, but it was still used enough, we were alone, but the chance of somebody passing by was still real.

       She let out a cry when she saw me, too loud for the building, but only proper for the desperate situation she found herself in.

       “Master, can I please take out the dildo, please, you can…”  I put a finger to her lips.

       “Quiet cunt, you wouldnt want somebody to know whats making you so jittery, would you?”  Her face went brilliant red. 

       “Please Master, I cant work like this!”  Her voice was barely audible now, but still cracked as she spoke. 

       I didnt say a word to her, just took a small step back and looked her over, studying her from head to toe.         She let out a small bleat as I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

       “You are a pretty little cunt, arent you?  God I cant wait to ram my cock in your pussy.  Youll be a good little whore for me, wont you?”  I could see the waves of embarrassment cascade over her body. 

       “Please Master, you can fuck me now, please fuck me, just let me take out the dildo!”  She whimpered as I ran my nails over her forearm.

       “I want you to have a dildo lunch slut!”  She looked at me, confused, incredulous.

       “What?”

       “I want you to find someplace, Im sure you already know an out of the way restroom or something, I want you to go fuck yourself with the dildo till you cum.  When youre done, I want you to tell me all about it, I want you to tell me how good your juices tasted when you clean the dildo with your tongue, and when youre done, I want you to stuff it back in your snatch.”  I could hear her moan when I whispered the words in her ear.

       “And then, I want you to go back to work and await my command, understand me slut?” She nodded her head dejectedly, she looked broken.

       “Good!”  I grabbed her by the neck and buried my tongue in her mouth.  She gasped and fought me for an instant, then went limp in my grasp as I delved my tongue between her lips, waiting to hear her gag.

       I pulled my lips from hers and  brushed down my suit jacket.

       “Youre staying late tonight, arent you slut!”  She looked up at me quizzically, not knowing how to respond.

       “I dont know Master.”

       “Its not a question slut, you are staying late tonight.  I want to see your office, later, I want you to let me in the back way, and well have a good talk, understand?”  I grinned sadistically, loving the fear I saw in her eyes.

       “But…”  I snapped my fingers and she went silent.

       “Text me slut, but dont make me wait too long.”   I chuckled, turned and left her there, alone, going back to work, though, my mind was elsewhere, and my dick was so hard it hurt.


       Id been in her firm's suite before, I knew the associates had offices with no internal windows, and just the briefest wisp of one to the outside world.  I'm sure they wouldnt want to give the young lawyers any dreams of escape. 

       I didnt expect her to text me about the dildo lunch, and she didnt, I knew shed obeyed, Im sure she found, or already knew, of someplace she could go to masturbate.  I wondered if she locked herself in the stall, had her legs open and propped on the handicap rails as she fucked herself.  I knew I wouldnt have to wait too long and she would tell me, she would tell me in exquisite detail, I would make sure, that was without question.  I wondered if Id pushed a little too far, asking, telling her to let me in her office, perhaps it was too much, too soon, to potentially impact her professional standing, but I wasnt too afraid. 

       As the building thinned out for the night, she finally texted me, just like Id expected, demanded.

       I was waiting at the back door to her firm's suite before she even got there. 

       “Be quiet, please!”  She was nearly sobbing, she was breathing hard, near a panic.

       “Dont worry slut.”  She ducked down low, below the level of the cubicals in the middle of the office.

“PLEASE!”  She looked at me desperately and I crouched down, for her sake, though she really neednt        have worried, the office was pretty much empty, and Im sure she'd made sure to come up with a good excuse why she shouldnt be bothered, or, to even pretend she was gone already.

She openly sighed with relief as we got into her office and she locked the door behind us.  I walked to the window, it was tall and narrow, and looked out to the parking lot.  I eased the blind closed and turned to face her.  She was standing at attention, trembling softly.

“Nice office.”  It was immaculate, not large, she was but a low level associate after all, but, as I expected, everything was in its place, there wasnt a single sheet of paper out of order.

“Relax, this is a legal suite, they make these things like vaults, wouldnt want documents in the wrong hands, or people overhearing confidential client matters, eh?”  I laughed, but she wasnt having it. 

       “I trust you told the cleaning crew not to bother us?”  She recoiled slightly, reflexively as I reached out and touched her cheek.

       “Yes Master.”

       “And the partners, I assume you told them not to bother us too.”  I smirked at her, knowing she couldnt tell a partner to leave her alone.

       “They think Im gone.  Please…”  I put a finger to her lips.

       “Quiet cunt!”  I smacked her across the face pretty hard, she let out a cry of protest, but then went silent.

       “On your knees bitch, legs spread!”  She fell to the floor with a thud, her eyes downcast as I loomed over her. 

       “I trust you enjoyed your dildo lunch?”  I moved around her and sat in one of the chairs set in front of her desk.  I pulled it closer to her and sat back.  I was behind her, she couldnt see me directly, only out of the corner of her eyes.

       “Master, I found a restroom…”

       “Did you enjoy it cunt?”  I could see the shudder go through her frame. 

       “No Master, I was too afraid.”

       “Did you cum for me cunt?”  I could smell the fear, I could see the sheen of sweat on her skin.

       “No Master, I couldnt cum for you, I was too nervous.”  She couldnt see me, but I was grinning ear to ear.

       “You disobeyed my command slut?”  She started to shake visibly.

       “No Master, no, no, I couldnt make myself orgasm, I was too nervous.”  She turned and looked at me, tears were running down her cheeks.

       “Look ahead slut, I didnt give you permission to move.”  She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

       “Master, I tried, I…”

       “Silence!”  I stood up, I could hear her gasp as I stood over her and peered down at her.

       “What are you cunt?”

       “Im a slave Master,” She hesitated, “Im a fucktoy.” 

       “No cunt, youre MY slave, youre MY fucktoy, youre useless holes for MY pleasure, do you understand!”

       “Please, be quiet Sir!”  I smacked her across the face, harder this time, then grabbed her hair and spit on her forehead.

       “Dont worry about that cunt, no one can hear, do you understand what you are?”  I grabbed her by the jaw and arched her head up.

       “Yes Master, Im YOUR useless fucktoy.”  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared into my eyes.

       “When I tell you to cum, you cum, understand me?”  I let go of her jaw and she nodded dejectedly. 

       “Strip for me cunt!  Leave on the stockings and heels” Her hands were shaking in rhythm with her sobs, while I fell back into her chair and kicked up my feet. 

Slowly she peeled off her clothes, piling them one by one, neatly on the corner of her desk, till she was completely naked, but for the sheer black stockings and high heels.  I could still see the dildo jutting from her slit, her pussy was sopping wet.  Im sure her panties were soaked through.

She whimpered as I stood and walked toward her, she was a little doll, even with the heels, I was still the better part of 6-8” taller than she was, her face barely made it to my shoulders. 

Her breasts were spiked with little red dots from the sandpaper that had pressed against her nipples all afternoon long.  I leaned down and took one between my lips and sucked hard, biting down softly with my teeth, rolling my tongue over her erect bud.

“On your knees bitch!”  She fell immediately to the floor. 

I lifted my right leg.

“Shoes”   She deftly undid the laces of first the right, then my left shoe, then pulled them off gently and set them neatly side by side behind her desk.

“May I remove your trousers Master.”  I stared down, nodding softly.  She worked her long fingers over the belt buckle and quickly had it unhooked.  Her nails were still painted a garish red, but I liked it, they looked wonderful against the dark fabric of her new wardrobe.

She held the waistband of my pants as she eased them down my thighs.  I stepped out of the legs and she quietly folded them flat. 

“May I remove your boxers Sir?”  I merely nodded.  She hesitated for an instant, her eyes locked on the bulge in my underwear, then moved her fingers to the elastic band holding them up. 

She stretched the underwear to avoid my ever hardening cock, and eased them down my thighs till I was able to step out of them.  I moved forward, till I was almost over her.  I started rubbing my dick on her face and through her hair, I couldnt tell if she was disgusted, or in heaven.

“Lick my balls!”  She only had to arch her head back and lean slightly forward, the head of my cock rested on her cheek as she twisted her head to the side and started lapping her tongue over my balls.  She ran her moist tongue over the length of my shaft, then swallowed my testicles between her lips, sucking gently.  I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as she deftly rolled my balls between her lips.

I wound my fingers through her hair and jerked her head back so she was staring me in the eyes. 

“I want you to lick my ass cunt!”  Instantly I saw the revulsion in her eyes, but I let go of her hair and turned quickly, not waiting for her protests.  It took a second, but I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my butt cheeks, then her nose pressing against my skin as she forced her tongue between my crack.  I almost collapsed it felt so good, but I planted my hands on her desk stabilizing myself as she worked the moist tip of her tongue against my nether hole.

“Fuck!”  My voice was barely audible, I loved it, the feel of her tongue on my ass, the humiliation I knew she felt as she rimmed me, but I couldnt take it anymore, I needed to cum.

I turned on her quickly, surprising her.  I could see the disgust in her eyes as she knelt there before me.

“On your haunches!”  She stared at my quizzically. 

“Up against the desk, on your heels, squatting”  She shuffled across the floor on her hands and knees to the front of the desk, then put her back against it and got up on her heels.  The back of her neck was up against the edge of the desk and her legs were spread wide.  I loved the vision of the dildo jutting from her pussy, slowly slipping more and more from her snatch the wetter she got.

I didnt warn her, just stepped forward and buried my dick in her mouth.  She gagged as I forced the head of my cock deep between her lips and pressed her hard against the edge of the desk.  I grabbed the back of her head, worked my fingers into her glorious hair, and started face fucking her brutally. 

For an instant she tried to push me away, her small hands on my thighs, but it was useless and she just flailed her arms as she gagged on my prick.  I put one hand under her chin, the other wound through her hair at the back of her head.  She gagged and choked, her face going redder and redder. 

I couldnt last for long, and Im sure she appreciated it, because I used her mercilessly, pumping my cock deep in her throat, feeling her mouth convulsing on my throbbing dick till I could take no more.  I thought about cumming down her throat, but at the last second I pulled out and spewed on her face and in her hair.  Her eyes clamped shut as a glob of sperm stuck to her eyelid. 

“Fuck!”  I milked the last drops of semen out of my dick, rubbing it on her forehead. 

“Fuck I needed that!”  The head of my cock was so sensitive a shudder went down my spine as I pushed it to her lips.

“Clean me!”  Kelsey took my prick between her lips and sucked me dry, running her tongue over my shaft, my balls, but spending the majority of her time and attention on the head of my cock.  She didnt look up at me, but I stared down at her the whole while.  When she was almost done I grabbed her hair and wiped my dick, then took a step back.

“Youre such a slut, arent you?”  She didnt respond, she didnt look up at me, just kept her eyes down, looking at my cock.

“I bet you cant wait till I fuck you, can you?”  I stroked my dick, it made me excited just thinking about it, when Id finally use her pussy.

“On your feet!”  She struggled to stand with the tall heels. 

“On the desk, on your back!”  I pushed the neatly piled papers to the side so she had someplace to lie.  She hopped up on the desk, worked her way back so her ass was just over the edge, her legs dangling free.

“Open your legs cunt, heels on the desk.”  She had to adjust her position, she placed her heels on the precipice of the desk, opening her legs wide.

I moved closer to her, she lifted her head and watched me approach.

“Suppose its time to take out your little friends.” I laughed and set my hand on her belly, it nearly exploded under my touch.

“I want you to keep these in your office, I suppose youll wanna keep them locked in your desk?”  She threw back her head, making a thud on the desk as I took hold of the base of the dildo and eased it perhaps an inch out of her pussy.

“So you wouldnt cum for me slut?”  She grunted as I buried the dildo back in her pussy, then slowly eased it out again, this time probably three or four inches.

“You were a bad girl, not obeying.”  I drove the dildo back in her wanting cunt once more, then slid it almost completely out, till barely the tip was engulfed by her swollen pussy lips.

“You can expect to have dildo lunches a few times a week.”  She groaned loudly, her inner thighs were twitching and her belly was quivering.  This time I slammed the dildo deep in her belly, pulled it out almost completely, then drove it back to the hilt two or three more times.  Her nipples were rock hard and kept extending to longer and longer points. 

“Youll like that, wont you cunt?”  I pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt repeatedly, and with my free hand started rubbing her engorged clit between my fingers till she was loudly whimpering.

“Are you gonna cum for me now slut?”  She was crying, her pussy was a sopping mess as I plunged the dildo in and out of her slit over and over again.  I had her clit between my fingers and was squeezing it, rolling it, working it like a switch.

“Cum for me bitch!”  I think she lost track of where she was, Kelsey almost screamed at full volume as I slammed the dildo in her belly over and over again while she exploded in orgasm.  Her thighs closed tight on my hands and her back arched up off the desk.  Her hands were on her breasts pinching her nipples hard and her fingers digging into the flesh.  She howled in lust as the waves rushed over her body. 

She hardly reacted as I easily slipped the dildo out of her still trembling cunt.  She only broke out of her reverie as I tugged the butt plug out of her ass with an audible pop.  She looked up at me with glazed over eyes.

“Make sure you keep these safe.”  I set the dildo and plug down on the desk next to her.

“We still have a little matter to deal with, don't we?”  I sauntered to the head of the desk where her long, shimmering hair cascaded over the edge.  Her eyes were locked on me, but she didnt say a word.  I rifled through her drawer for a second and found what I wanted.  I held the wooden ruler up for her to see.

“Youre still a bad girl.”  She started to protest, but I put my finger to my lip and she went silent before a word came from her mouth.

I ran my hand over her chest, drawing my palm over her erect nipples, then moving down over her belly.  I worked myself back between her splayed thighs, dragging my nails over her legs. 

“You are to cum when I tell you to, not cum when I tell you too, basically, youre only to cum when I dictate it, understand?”  She squealed in pain as I laid the ruler down hard on her inflamed clit.  She instantly clamped her thighs together.

“No!  Keep your legs open cunt!”  She was sobbing now and I loved it.  She unwillingly opened her thighs till her knees were almost flat on the desk.

“Do you understand me cunt?”  I stared in her eyes, I could see the anxiety as she waited for the next blow.

“Do you understand me?”  A tear streaked down her cheek. 

“Yes Master!”  I brutally laid the ruler down on her clit again, two maybe three times more, then I started smacking the inside of her thighs.  Kelsey wailed with each blow, but I could see her biting her lips trying to keep as quiet as she could. 

In the end I dont know how many stripes I gave her, but watching her writhe in pain on the desk made me tempted to fuck her there and then, but I couldnt, I needed to wait.

I was panting from exertion when I laid the ruler next to her on the desk.  I stared at her for a minute, running my hands over her belly, her chest rising and falling as she sobbed.

I went to the pile of my clothes and sat and casually dressed.  I tied my shoes, making sure I had everything as I stood, I moved to the girl, she was still splayed out on the desk, her pussy and thighs glowing red from the whipping.

“Remember, slut earrings from now on.”  I ran my hand over her belly, then leaned down and sucked on her nipples, they were still rock hard and I suckled her like a needy child.

“Ill see you in the morning.”  The deadbolt clicked loudly as I opened it, I looked around to see if there was anybody around, there wasn't, and I snuck out of her suite, leaving her there naked on her desk. 


To Be Continued…


Thanks for reading.  I hope that you liked the new chapter.  I hope to have additional chapters out sooner this time.  I always appreciate comments, it's always encouraging and helps me write, and I particularly love hearing from women who like my work.


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