My Story Ann Part 2 - No REGRETS
OBSERVATIONS
Perhaps you have read my earlier story. If so you know that I have, for a little less than a year, been trained via e-mail by a Master, to be a sex slave. Since all of the training has been done through the Internet, I had never met him in person, however I do follow his instructions faithfully and I become much more aware of my sexuality, as have many others. I am European born in England, the daughter of two foreign nationals, my father, a French citizen whose parents were Asian, and the mother from a prominent Swedish family. They had met, fallen in love, married and worked as senior foreign correspondents for a large European news agency. Shortly after their marriage they were transferred to the United Kingdom where I was born. They were killed in a freak traffic accident, leaving me financially independent, in trust until my 21-st birthday. From my mother I acquired a fiercely competitive streak that requires me to do my best at everything I attempt. My best is very, very good. Once I set my mind to a task, there was nothing that I can not conquer. At 19 years of age, I was strikingly attractive, my Asian ancestry contributing to my olive complexion and almond shaped eyes, my brown hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and perfect teeth below a small but authoritarian nose. My hair is worn long and straight, reaching below mid back. I am naturally athletic and trim, but worked at staying in shape by a regular regime of jogging and workouts at a local gym. I am a tall girl, 5ft 7in and consistently weighs between 125 and 130 lbs. My measurements, 34-24-34, belie my true appearance, broad shouldered with average sized breasts. The breasts are, however, perfectly shaped with just the slightest hint of sag, as to confirm the existence of gravity, small well-defined areola with nipples that hardened to firm eraser like nubs when aroused. My buttocks are, too large and I have tried various exercises to reduce their size, but managed only to make them extremely firm and all the more attractive in the eyes of others. Men as well as women take notice when I enter a room. In spite of my looks, obvious to others, as is the case with many beautiful women I do not consider myself beautiful. I know I am attractive enough, but, no raving beauty.
My submission to my e-mail master in no way diminished my self-confidence or, in my own mind, my sense of independence. I initially considered my submission an intriguing game to be played as long as it was fun. I knew I didn’t have to do as told and what harm could come from someone who didn’t know my real identity and whom I would certainly never meet, that is what I initially thought. It would be fun to see what he envisioned for me. So I played along with him, as time passed and I was rewarded with pleasure at performing each of the tasks he gave me, I began to consider each new instruction a challenge to see if I could perform it to his satisfaction. Each time I completed a task, I felt such a sense of accomplishment and reward that I looked forward to either new challenges or to repeating others. In this way, I became his true submissive sex slave, either through his unique ability to read my true desires from my replies to him, or to pure dumb luck at finding one so completely receptive to his manipulation.
So to continue:-
I believe the greatest benefit to me in this relationship with my Master has been the realization that I can enjoy sex so much more if I know I am pleasing my partner, giving him or her pleasure thereby enhancing my own. I still perform some version of my nightly routine of self-stimulation on those nights that I am not otherwise occupied and I believe that this keeps me in a heightened state of arousal most of the time. Through my contact with my Master I have come to realize that I simply love sex in all its forms and revel in the challenge of ensuring my partner loves sex with me. As the chapter in my life that covered my years as a student, both at the university and possibly as a student of my Masters, came to a close, I knew it was time for decisions. But initially, I was just relieved that studying was over and thought that I did not really have to make any big decisions right away. I could just play for a while, mark time until I was ready to move on to that next chapter in my life, whatever it might be. Well that's not exactly the way it turned out.
I had just graduated from the university that I have attended for three years, with a 1st class degree, with honours in Business Studies. I was looking forward to getting it over with and celebrating afterwards. I got up that morning to get ready to go to graduation ceremonies, removed the large butt plug that I now insert each night after my routine and took my shower. I took the small butt plug and slipped it into my ass. I really like the feeling of being filled back there and usually have something in my ass most of the time. I brushed my hair and applied a little minimal make-up. Then tried to decide what to wear under my graduation gown, the gown was black, made of relatively thin but not transparent material, floor length, and zipped up the front.
You know I thought, I don’t have to wear anything at all underneath.
I mean the gown certainly covered me and the day promised to be warm. I might have to be a little careful when sitting since the zipper only started just above my knees, but sitting I would be able to show a bit of leg and thigh. This appealed to my exhibitionist tendencies and me so I put the robe on and zipped up the front. My nipples were erect from my thoughts of going to graduation this way and were quite apparent through the thin fabric. I practised sitting in front of my mirror. I unzipped the top of the gown a bit to show just a bit of cleavage and looked at myself. Satisfied, I put on my shoes, relatively modest heels, and put the mortarboard on and pinned it to my hair. We were expected to be at the ceremony by 9 am and it was 8:30, so I left the apartment and walked the short distance to University halls.
I arrived, found my place in line, and waited for the march into the hall. I was graduating; Summa Cum Laude, with a 3.98 GPR and so was in with the group of honour graduates positioned between two guys that I knew. We had been in a couple of the same classes together this last year I had spent the night with both of them a few weeks earlier and we had gotten to know each other really well. They were well aware of my reputation, as were many others in the arena that day. As I arrived and took my place between them, they each gave me a hug and a kiss. Derek a very smart guy who played on the football team. As he hugged me, his hand went to my ass and squeezed it playfully. I grinned and stuck my tongue out at him.
“Just cool it, I said. This isn’t the time or place. Maybe later?
“You name the time and place and I’ll be there, he replied. As I talked with him I felt another hand on my ass, turned and to find James, a big grin on his face.
“You feel fine this morning, sugar, he said.” In fact feels like I’m feeling the real you, underneath that robe. Don’t tell me that’s all you have on, he added in a whisper. James is another football player, big, black, and smart as a whip. And did I mention big. Six feet nine inches tall, 250 lbs., about 9 inches long and very thick.
“Of course it isn’t the only thing I have on. See. I pulled up the hem of the robe and looked down to display my feet. I also have shoes on smiled shyly at him from under the edge of the mortarboard.
“My mistake, sugar, you certainly do have shoes on. I just hope you don’t have to stand in front of any really bright lights. That robes pretty thin. He said, grinning more broadly
“Thanks for the warning, but I think, all be OK. At least I shouldn’t get too warm, I said, smiling back at him.
Grinning even more broadly, he said, “Wouldn't count on that”
The music started for our processional and we began to shuffle forward to the entrance to the arena. Derek behind, James and me in front. As we moved forward, stopped, and moved forward repeatedly, I could feel Derek’s erection press against my back. As I bumped into James in front of me, I felt his hands cup my pussy and rub it up and down a few times. He had his hands innocently clasped behind his back at just the right level. By the time we entered the arena and the march to our seats picked up, I was really warm.
As I sat down I pulled the robe up so that it fell on either side of my legs. I crossed my legs loosely, as always; conscious of my Masters instructions to never let my thighs touch when sitting. In this way anyone sitting across from me could look up my skirt or dress, or in this case, my robe. Of course there was no one across from me now but sitting this way has become, as I am sure my Master intended, second nature to me.
As the ceremony started, both James and Derek reached over and each one put a hand in my lap. I uncrossed my legs and spread them a little. I covered both of their hands with mine and it looked like we were just holding hands, but beneath my hands, theirs were busy, stroking me. I adjusted my position to allow them better access and tried to keep from squirming around too much. But eventually, as we waited, I WAS squirming all around on that chair. I let out a low moan and pushed both of their hands away.
“Sorry, guys. I whispered, “But you were going to cause me to make a scene. You already have me so hot I’ll be lucky to be able to walk when its time to get my diploma, not to mention the wet spot that’s now on the back of my robe.
“You think you’ll have trouble walking? Try it with the boner that I have right now. James whispered back. Knowing James size in that area, I could imagine, but just grinned at him as Derek chuckled quietly.
Before I knew it we were standing in line waiting for our name to be called for us to climb to the stage and receive our diplomas. Derek’s name was called. Then I heard “Ann Renee Schau, Summa Cum Laud,e, I climbed to the stage and walked to shake the hand of the Chancellor of the University and receive my diploma. He smiled and shook my hand as he handed me the orange case containing my diploma.
“Congratulations, Ann, he said as he held my hand. To my surprise, he continued, “I hope you realize that you are a special young lady, a pearl as it were, and the world really can be your oyster. He continued to hold my hand, expecting some comment from me I suppose. I was so surprised that he seemed to know me that I really didn’t know what to say.
“Thank you, sir, “ I managed, “I appreciate that a lot.” I tried to disengage my hand from his but he held it a moment longer.
“I know that class rankings have not been made public yet but wanted to tell you personally that you are ranked number one in the class of 975 students. Again, congratulations, and best wishes, Ann. He released my hand. I stood somewhat dumbfounded.
“Wow! I said somewhat breathlessly. It was all I could say.
“Yeah, WOW is right “ he said.
I turned and left the stage. I didn’t want to stay for the rest of the ceremony. I had some big celebrating to do. I turned right at the exit and walked out of the arena and went straight to Dave’s.
Observations:
Zantha had arrived in the little college town that morning, driving up from Birmingham. She was looking for Ann but all she had to go on was the fact that she frequented a wine bar where the owners name was Dave. She had a room reserved at a local hotel but didn’t intend to use it unless she couldn’t find Ann. She drove through the small down town, passing several bars, obviously catering to the college crowd. She parked and entered one of the smaller pubs reasoning that Ann wouldn’t choose a big place. She walked to the bar and took a vacant seat at the end.
Zantha was a striking brunette. She was about 5ft 4in tall, her dark hair was glossy and straight, cut to the shape of her face, parted in the middle and curving in softly at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were pale, lined with black, her mouth wide and sensual. Men noticed her.
The men in the tavern noticed her as she entered and walked purposefully to her seat. The bartender came over and asked, “What can I get you, ma'am?
“A glass of Chardonnay, please, she answered. He served her the glass of wine and returned to the other end of the bar where he was watching a television with several other men. Apparently they were watching the graduation carried on one of the local TV stations.
“Hot damn, it is she. It was Ann. You see how long he’s taking with her, one of them said. Zantha was immediately interested in the conversation. She glanced up at the TV to see a tall dark haired girl leaving the stage. Of course, Ann was graduating. That must be her
“Yeah the bartender replied, “she’s supposed to be some sort of brainy bitch and I guess she must be. I don t understand why she is so wild, or how she does so well in class all things considered
Zantha quickly finished her wine and signalled the bartender for another glass. As he delivered it she said, “What was that about the girl who just got her diploma? I assume you guys know her and, as it happens, I’m looking for a girl named Ann regarding a legal matter. Can you tell me where I could find her?
“Yeah, sure. My name Jimmy by the way and, yes, we do know Ann around here. She just graduated in the current senior class with all sorts of honours. That’s what we were talking about. So she will probably be looking to celebrate a bit. You can probably find her at Dave’s later.
“Well Jimmy I’m Zantha, and yes, I understand she frequents Dave’s quite often. Can you tell me how to find it? Zantha asked.
“Well, you are almost there, answered Jimmy. “Dave’s place is just around the corner, off the main road Take a left out the door here, then left at the next street and go about two blocks. Dave’s is in the middle of the next block on the left. Can’t miss it.
“Thanks a lot, Jimmy,” said Zantha as she smiled inwardly. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
In my own words:
My hurried walk to Dave’s took only a few minutes and as I entered Dave spotted me, jumped the bar and grabbed me in a bear hug, lifted me off the ground and slung me around.
Observations:
Ann rushed to her apartment and changed. She took off the robe and chose a mini skirt that barely covered her ass. No panties. An almost sheer blouse, that buttoned up the front, with no bra. She left the top three buttons undone. She applied minimal make-up as was her habit and left for Dave’s
As soon as she arrived she could see Dave at the bar. He looked at her with a serious expression. She could tell he was concerned about something.
“What? What’s wrong? She asked as she sat at the bar.
“See that girl n the booth over there? “He said. “She is here to see you. She said she was here to meet you at a Kim s request. Isn’t that the name of the guy you been e-mailing with?
Nicky was surprised. She looked over and saw a beautiful brunette sitting in the booth. “Kim? Yeah, sure, that’s him. You sure she said Kim “I asked. “I don’t know what this is about but I better find out.” She said as she turned to go to the booth.
“Take care, girl.” Dave said as she left the bar.
Ann walked to the booth and stood beside the woman. “I understand you are looking for me and that you are here at Kim’s request? Are you really from Kim? “ I asked.
“Ahhh, Ann. Sooooo nice to meet you at last. The brunette said. “Yes, I’m here at Master Kim’s instructions. Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it.” She said.
Ann took a seat opposite her. Smiling she said, “You are as beautiful as your pictures. Master wanted me to see if I could find you and verify the things you have told him. From what I have found out, it seems, so far at least, that you have been truthful. Relax, Ann, I’m a friend. My name is Zantha. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do but we do need to talk.
I didn’t know how to respond. Here was a personal contact with my e-mail master. Something I had not planned on. But I was intrigued with the idea of finding out more. “OK,” I replied, “I don’t know you or how you found me but I’m willing to listen.
“Oh Ann, it was pretty easy to find you. There isn’t but one large university in this part of the of the county and we knew you frequented Dave’s sooo ----. Anyway, whatever happens from here on out will be up to you. Now do not interrupt. We DO have things to discuss. Speak only in response to a question,
“Ohhh Kayyyy,” I said, hesitantly.
“All right,” began Zantha, “Our Master thinks it is time for you to experience hands on training. I have been in Birmingham on a business trip for him and since I was going to be so close, he thought this would be a good time to start, especially since you have just finished your education Now let me outline the proposal for you. You do not have to agree but if you do not, all contact with him or me will cease. You may agree initially and then at anytime during the course of your hands on training you may decide to quit, but again, all contact will then cease.
“Now, your training, it will begin with me, starting here and now. I will stay here with you for one week giving you an idea of what your training will be like. Then, assuming you continue, we will visit Master Kim himself. He plans to be in the Chester area starting a week from tomorrow. Your training will not include any serious physical harm but may involve minor punishment, at my or our Master's discretion, from time to time if warranted. You must obey all instructions without question or hesitation. You will inform Dave that you are under my care from now on and unless you tell him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see you for a while. You may tell him you will contact him once per week, if you so desire, to ease his mind about your well being. Do you understand all that I have said so far?"
“I think so", I said,“but will any of this be in writing?"
“The contract you have already signed is all that we need. You have already agreed to this. Even though this is the first hands on contact you have had, the contract remains in force and applies to in person contact as well as e-mail contact. Any more questions? No? Well, what is your answer?
Surprised at the abrupt tone, I said, “Now you want my answer right now? Can't I have a little while to think about it?”
“Ann, I asked if you had more questions and you did not respond. Now you ask another question. Not good, Ann. But yes, you can have a little time to think about your answer. Sit here and think while I go to the ladies room. I will tell you this. If you do not accept this proposal, you will, in my opinion, be missing a wonderful life experience, one I truly believe you will enjoy. I will expect your answer when I return.” With that, Zantha left the booth.
I wasn't sure what to do. The thought of actually having a Master, or in this case, a Mistress, direct her actions was titillating. I really did not have any definite plans for the immediate future, and, I can always quit if things get too kinky. OK. I decided to do it just as Zantha returns.
“Your answer," Zantha says as she resumes her seat.
OK, I'll do it," I said. “Should I go tell Dave now?
“You will tell Dave when I tell you to tell Dave. You will not do anything at all this week unless directed by me, and that includes speaking unless I ask a question or give permission. Is that understood?
I nodded mutely.
“Now, stand here in front of me ” I get up and stand in front of Zantha. Zantha reaches over and lifts my skirt. “Good. No panties. Just as I expected from what you have told our Master. You are a slut, Ann. Leaving the skirt raised, Zantha grips the front of my blouse and pulls me forward making me bend at the waist. She unbuttons all of the buttons on the blouse and then ties the front together, folding the collar and sides of front of the blouse under to expose most of my chest. My nipples are just covered, the sides of each breast exposed, straining against the tight material.
“Remain in this position. Zantha says as she releases her hold on the blouse. She reaches into her briefcase, pulls out a red nylon dog collar and fastens it around my neck. “I see you wear our Master onchk. Good. He will be pleased. Now you will also wear his collar. Now one more thing.” She says as she retrieves a slender gold coloured chain from the briefcase. It is light in weight, about 5 feet long with delicate links, but quite strong. She attaches this to the collar. “Stand.” She says.
I stood, the chain looping down, its end in Zantha's hand. “Pull your skirt down you little tramp. You want to get arrested? Zantha hisses. I do as instructed. “Now lets go see Dave. “
Zantha rises and leads me to the bar. “Tell him,” She says.
Dave sees them and comes over to them at the bar. “Need something, ladies? he asks, his expression one of concern.
I tell him that I am going to be with Zantha for a while and unless she tells him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see me for a while. I do tell him that I will contact him once per week to let him know that I am OK.
With that, Zantha pulls on the chain and heads for the door of the bar.
We arrived at my apartment in our separate cars, she following me. As I got out of my car she opened her trunk. “Get the bags and carry them for me,” She said.
I did as I was told. There were two bags, one obviously her suitcase, the other like a tool satchel. As we approached the steps, me struggling under the weight of the two bags, she told me to stop. I stopped and turned toward her. She looked at me appraisingly and then reached down and pulled up my skirt and tucked into the waistband, exposing everything below my waist my ass and pussy were now on display.
“Much better, she said. “Now onward ,and upward.
I climbed the stairs in front of her as she looked at my bare ass wiggling up the stairs.
“OK, open the door. She said as I set the bags down and got my key. I opened the door, picked up the bags and we went inside. As I placed the bags on the floor of the living room she said, “Where is your computer?
“In the extra bedroom, I use it as sort of my study area.” I replied.
“Show me.” She said. We walked to the extra bedroom and Zantha sat at the desk in front of the computer.
“OK, take the suitcase and satchel and put them in your bedroom. Then come back here.” I did as I was told.
When I returned, she looked at me with a smile on her face. “Now let's see whether you remember one of the easy commands. Strip, Ann”.
For some reason I was nervous. Don't know if I was afraid she wouldn't like what she saw or if I was just embarrassed. I have undressed before so many others that I should not have minded at all, but this was the first time I was doing it as the result of a direct command from someone else. It didn't take me long to remove the few pieces of clothing I had on my top, skirt, and my shoes and socks. Nervous, I did it as slowly and sexy as I could, mindful of the instructions relating to this command. Then I stood in front of her. She looked at me appraisingly.
“Not bad, Ann, you are quite pretty. But your striping technique can use some work. Remember, it should be a strip tease, sensual, intended to arouse the watcher.” She continued, “Now, while you are in this apartment, you will wear nothing, except,” she paused, smiling at me, “shoes. I understand you do own a pair of heels? Get them. “
I went to my closet and carried the 3-inch heels I had purchased at my Masters instruction back to her. Though I had bought them some time ago, I rarely wore them and was not particularly comfortable in them.
“Let me see them.” I handed them to her. “Well, these will have to do for the time being. I'll get you a new pair. In fact I will need to do some shopping for you later as well. For now put these on. I took the shoes and started to sit down beside her on the sofa. “No, either stand or sit on the floor. I sat on the floor and put on the shoes. “Now stand.” I did. “We are going to have a lot of rules while I am here with you this week. That’s the first. You are not allowed to sit on any piece of furniture. You will either stand or sit or crawl on the floor. A few others, you will be nude at all times while in the apartment unless I direct otherwise. You will speak only when spoken to and then only to answer a direct question. During the day you will at all times wear those shoes until I can get you another pair. At night you will wear a special shoe that I have brought for you. You will keep your gaze directed at the floor unless otherwise instructed. Understood? “ She said.
I nodded my understanding. Zantha moved the chair to the side of the desk and motioned for me to stand beside her. We were both facing the computer and she put her arm around my waist. “Show me how you connect to the Internet, she said as she stroked the side of my hip. Her hand dropped to my ass and then to the inside of my thigh, lightly running her hand up and down from my knee to just below my pussy. Such a light touch, it felt wonderful
As she continued to stroke me, I leaned over and clicked on the browser icon calling up the connection screen, then clicked the connect button. My home page came up. “OK, now to your e-mail program,” she said. I called up my e-mail. “All right, now just stand there.”
I stood back as she typed in a message to Master Kim. I could read over her shoulder. She let him know that she had arrived and that things were going according to plan she signed off and turned to me.
“Now, lets see how well you are doing with your commands. Inspection back,” she ordered.
I got on the floor beside her and lay on my back with my legs spread wide and used my hands to pull my cunt open. It was very obvious that I was quite wet, a result of her touching me earlier combined with the experience of having her there and actually giving me orders. I was surprised at how turned on I had gotten just from having this stranger in charge of me.
“Very nice,” she said. She bent over me and touched me on the knee, then slowly with a light touch, very slowly and with a very light touch, trailed her finger tips up my thigh, trailing over my hands as I held myself open for her view, then on up over my rib cage to my right breast. Slowly and ever so lightly she traced a circle around my nipple. I didn't think it could have gotten any more erect, but at that touch, it did. Her fingers were like sources of electric current activating my senses, I uttered a low moan and my hips involuntarily moved up, my fingers wanting to rub my clit.
“Now just hold that position and stop your squirming.” She said as she continued to stimulate my nipple. She moved her hand to the left breast and circled that nipple. Both nipples were as hard and erect as they had ever been. “Not bad, but we do need to do a little maintenance here. Master likes very prominent nipples.”
With that she got up and moved to the satchel, opened it and retrieved a small container. She opened the container and extracted what appeared to be two small rubber tubes, each about a half inch long. Additionally from the satchel she removed a small tool, which looked like a slender metal tube with a small claw on one end and a button on the other end. She took one of the rubber tubes and threaded it over the claw end of the metal tube, then, returned to me. I watched as she put the claw end of the tube over my right nipple and, pressing the button to open the claw, grabbed my nipple with the claw and pulled it away from my chest, elongating it. The claw had a non slip coating covering it that grabbed without piercing the skin but held very tight, pinching the end of my nipple somewhat painfully as she pulled on it. She then rolled the rubber tube off the metal tube onto my nipple. The rubber tube was now encasing my nipple and a portion of the areola. The end of my nipple protruded slightly from the end of the rubber tube. She repeated the process on my left nipple.
“These are special nipple clamps designed by our Master,” she said. “They are an improved version of what are sometimes called sweater bumpers. I have a few other pieces of special equipment, which he has designed as well. Now let’s run through the rest of the commands, She proceeded to list each command that I had been given to memorize and as she stated each command I assumed the appropriate position, ending with the Display command. I stood in front of her with my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced and eyes downcast.
“Not bad, Ann”, she said. “Now a few more instructions. You will address me as Ma'am. I am not your Master, just a surrogate. But you will follow my instructions as if they were from him. You have progressed well but you lack some basic training. You so far have tried to please your partner on your terms, and have been pretty successful, I'll admit. But you still have yet to obey direct commands from your partner, whether he or she is your Master or not. So I’m going to try to remedy that. You will wait here until I return, and we will see what happens then. I will choose some appropriate attire for you to put on after I leave. You will then wait for my return, when you hear me knock on the door you will unlock it and immediately fall to your knees. Do you understand?” She asked.
“Yes Ma'am.” I replied. Zantha went to my closet and removed all the blouses that buttoned up the front. She took a pair of scissors and removed the top three buttons from each one. She chose one of the sheerest ones, put it on the bed and returned the rest to the closet. Next she looked at all my skirts, found a very short pleated skirt and placed it on the bed.
“Wear those with your shoes, nothing else. When I return I want you to be on your knees when you open the door. I'm not sure whom, if anyone will be with me, but you are to treat any and all as your masters. Also, get that large exercise mat out and put it in the middle of the room. We'll use that as your stage for the evening. Understand?” She said. I nodded and she turned and left. I heard the door open and close. I went into the living room and looked around. I was alone. I took out my exercise mat, a large padded vinyl covered mat and placed it in the middle of the room. My stage???
Dressed in the chosen outfit, I waited alone in the apartment as instructed. Several hours later I heard several footsteps approach my door, then a knock. On my knees, I opened the door. As I knelt I looked up to see men entering the apartment. Five men, they all looked at me as they entered. All were young black men.
Zantha closed the door. “Meet some friends I met while I was shopping.” She said. “I was at the local adult novelty shop and ran into these guys. Well, actually just two of them, but they were nice enough to agree to help us out by inviting some of their friends along. I have told them about your desire to serve and submit and are in training to do just that. They have graciously agreed to help with your training by allowing you to serve them. I will observe and see how well you please them. Assuming you perform satisfactorily we can proceed with our other plans.
The men looked at me kneeling on the floor as they entered, walking around me and making comments to each other.
“Hot damn, look at that.”
“Yeah, looks good enough to eat, don't she.”
“Yep, and I'll just bet she can suck a mean cock. Look at that cute little mouth, open and ready “
“Hell, that isn’t the only thing open and ready from the looks of her”
“You got that right “
Zantha grinned at their comments. “You boys ready to use this slut?” She said. “You can use her in any way you want. You can tell her to do something and she will do it, or you can just do it to her in any way you want. The only thing you cannot do is seriously hurt her. She must be in reasonably good condition when you finish. But, short of serious physical harm, you can do anything you want with her. Any questions?”
A chorus of “No, man Gotcha Right on “ was the response as the guys gazed at the submissive me on the floor.
“All right, Ann crawl over to the mat Zantha instructed, “I will observe from the corner over there. If any of you do anything that looks like it might seriously harm the slut, I will tell you and you will immediately cease. And if you do not, I assure you, I CAN enforce my instructions. I expect you doubt that but it would be best not to test me, she told the men, staring at each one in sequence as she spoke. Her level gaze invited no response, and, as slight as she was, the men had the feeling she could and would back up her threat if necessary.
“Now, use her “ she said.
I had been on my knees the entire time and just hearing Zantha tell the men to use me the way she did was turning me on. Dressed in the outfit Zantha had proscribed eyes downcast, I looked the epitome of a submissive. Zantha was pleased.
“Ann, raise your skirt. Show them your pussy. Assume the inspection back position. Show them what a submissive slut you are.” She said
I leaned back and, raising my skirt, spread my legs and used my hands to open her pussy for their inspection.
“Son-of-a- bitch. She’s just fine.” One guy said.
“Bet your ass.” Another said. “Hey baby you gonna do us all? I got something for you. You’re going to like it.” He said as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, exposing, what was to me, a beautiful cock, semi rigid. He straddled me and sat on my chest and gently slapped my mouth with his cock. He held it to my mouth and fed it to me as I lay on my back. I opened my mouth and sucked it into my oral cavity. Still holding my pussy open,I sucked on the cock as it became totally erect, another of the men moved between my legs.
“I love that little pussy of yours, slut.” He said. “I want some of it. He was nude from the waist down, his large black cock hanging limply from his crotch. “But baby, I got to have more, finger yourself, that’s it, turn yourself on, make it wet. “
I was already so wet I didn’t need to stimulate myself any more, but I did, and the cock of the guy between my legs rose to attention.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Rub that thing.” He said. My pussy was glistening with my juices, as the man inserted his cock I encircled his cock with the fingers of her right hand while my left continued to spread my pussy. I let his cock slide between my fingers as it entered me, moving my hand as it approached the hilt. God, this cock was larger than any I had ever had before. I grunted around the cock in her mouth as the one in my pussy plumbed my depths.
I was sucking the first guy’s cock, taking all he had. “Oh man, can she do a cock.” He said. “Jesus, I'm going to get my rocks right now if she don’t stop. Bobby Joe, Get off of her. We got to work together here. He pulled his cock from her mouth as Bobby Joe, the guy fucking her, pulled out of my pussy. “Turn over slut. I obeyed and turned, onto my hands and knees.
Bobby Joe, now behind her, said. “Oh, that’s nice, a full view of that sweet pussy and ass. I’m fucking this bitch.” With that he thrust into my waiting pussy.
“Hey ass hole. Wait a minute, we got to get her to do us all, like at the same time, right? She isn’t through sucking my cock but we need you, Bobby Joe, to get under her if we going to do this right.”
“OK, Jimbo” said Bobby Joe. He moved to beneath me and pulled me down onto his erect cock.
“All right Sammy, you get over her and shove that thing in her ass.” Jimbo said. Kneeling next to my head as she I on top of Bobby Joe, he grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head and pushed my head down on his cock. I sucked the huge black monster into my mouth as Jimbo forced me to take it deep. I felt the head of his cock slide past my vocal chords, deep into my throat. At the same time she I Sammy enter my ass.
I had had all my holes filled like this before but this was different. Before it had been with guys who were much less well-endowed and I had always felt I had a choice in the matter. Now I was taking three massive cocks and doing so as an act of submission to, both, the men and Zantha. It may seem a small difference to the reader, but to me, the act of direct submission was infinitely more erotic.
I held my upper body off of Bobby Joe by supporting myself with her hands on the floor. Bobby Joe and Jimbo were both squeezing my tits as I was fucked in all three holes. However there were two other guys in the room.
“All right, Jacko, you and Billy come stand here beside her head. “OK, slut, use your hands to jack these two hard cocks off,” Jimbo ordered. My upper body was no longer supported by my hands as I was forced to raise my arms and grasp the two cocks offered beside my face. Jimbo controlled how I sucked his cock as he pistoned my head up and down by grasping my hair and pulling my head up then letting it fall back down on his huge cock. With the weight of my upper body supported only by my mouth on his cock, his cock would enter my mouth to the hilt each time he let my head fall. I could breathe only when he raised my head and was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen. I was surprised to find that this actually intensified the sexual stimulation of my body.
Zantha observed from the corner of the room. As the action intensified she said, “OK, guys, you can cum in her or on her whenever you wish, however, make sure that each of you cums somewhere on her body at least once tonight, preferably on her face, in her hair, or on her tits. But anywhere is OK. I just want her covered in cum when you finish with her. Everyone understand?
All of the guys replied that they understood by nodding, grunting, or gasping out a response.
Amazingly, I was satisfying all five men at the same time. As Bobby Joe and Sammy each reached orgasm at the same time they unloaded their cum inside my cunt and ass. Jimbo pulled my head away from his cock as he erupted onto my face. Jacko and Billy each took control of their own cocks and spurted all over my head, in my hair, my ears, and down the back of my neck. As they all climaxed within a few minutes of each other I collapsed on top of Bobby Joe, with Sammy lying on top of me. Too exhausted to move they lay there as Zantha applauded from her corner.
“Excellent performance.” She said. “You guys rest up a bit and then have another go at her if you want. I need to go do a little work in the next room. Zantha left the room and went to the computer where she logged on to my e-mail account and sent our Master a message reporting that things were progressing nicely and that I had, in her opinion, truly become the slut slave he had hoped for. He replied at once that he was pleased. He had arrived in Chester two days ago, earlier than expected. Zantha was to bring me there on Friday, two days from today. When she had signed off the computer she walked back into the room where I and the men were.
I was sitting astride Jacko with my back to his head and his cock buried in my ass. Jimbo was sitting to one side slowly stroking his huge cock and watching as Sammy knelt in front of me and, squeezing my tits together, tit fucked me as I bounced on Jacko's cock. Billy and Bobby Joe were standing on either side of my head feeding their cocks to me as I sucked both at the same time, stretching my mouth grotesquely. I was uttering little grunts and squeals as the four men used me. As Zantha watched, Jimbo jacked his cock faster and faster as he walked over to the squirming mass of bodies. He stuck his huge cock in just under my chin just as his cock erupted, emptying a massive amount of cum on and between my tits.
“Wow, thanks Jimbo, that’s great makes her tits really slick,” said Sammy. With the extra lubrication and my increased tempo on Jacko's cock, Sammy shot his load from between her tits and up over my face. I had the two cocks in my mouth and Sammy’s cum landed on my eyes and several spurts entered my nose. I pulled away from the two cocks in order to breathe just as they both emptied their loads onto my hair, face, neck and breasts. I was covered in cum, as Jacko finally shot his load into my ass. I had never felt so depraved, I had been covered in the cum of these strangers once, then now a second time. I smelled like cum. I tasted cum. I felt cum running down my body, out of my ass hole, out of my pussy, down my thighs. I collapsed on Sammy totally exhausted. The guys were not in much better shape. They all dropped to the floor and lay next to Sammy and me
“God, that was some fine fucking.” Said Jimbo.
“Man, you got that right.” Said Sammy, “I aint never been so wore out. This bitch is like a dog in heat. But I think we sort of put out that fire for a while anyway.” He grinned at the other guys who just nodded.
Zantha was pleased with my performance. Now she had to get rid of the men and get me ready for the next phase.
“OK, guys. Party’s over. Get up, clean up if you want, get dressed and leave. She and I have things to do.” She said.
Jimbo said, “Bull shit. We just got started. I want more of this bitch tonight.”
“Jimbo, I told you not to test me. Now get up and do as I said,” replied Zantha. She stared at Jimbo who smirked and stayed where he was on the floor. Zantha walked over to him and stood above him.
Jimbo reached over and stroked her leg. “How about you and me babe. You aint got no loving yet tonight,” he said.
Zantha reached down, grabbed his hand and, with incredible strength for a small woman, squeezed his middle finger in such a way as to cause Jimbo to yelp with pain. “Listen ass hole,” she said as she kept him immobile, “I don’t want to break this finger but if you don’t stop fucking around with me, I will.”
“OK, OK, just let go, Jeeze that hurts,” he said. Zantha let his hand go and Jimbo got to his feet, as did the other guys. Sammy moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist. “Now lets see who breaks what,” said Jimbo. I was watching from the floor and saw Zantha’s expression as if bored, she just rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry guys, but you are not playing according to the rules. You’ll have to be taught some manners.” With that Zantha became a whirling machine of destruction. She elbowed Sammy in his nose, causing him to let go. She kicked Jimbo in the groin, and as he bent over grabbing his balls, she kneed him under the chin. Jimbo went down. She twirled, kicking each of the other guys in sensitive spots sending them sprawling to the floor. In thirty seconds all five men were lying on the floor either u*********s or dazed and nursing wounds.
“Now, get up and out. NOW! “ she said. “Pick up your trash and take them with you.”
Those that could get to their feet and helped those that had been knocked out. As they all regained consciousness, they silently, helped each other get dressed and leave. As he was leaving, Jimbo turned, smiled at Zantha, and said, “You one feisty lady and I guess we got no beef. Reckon we had it coming.”
Zantha closed and locked the door after they had left. She turned to me, still on the floor, still covered in cum. “Well, my dear, did you enjoy that? “ She asked as she smiled at me.
I was still feeling the last vestiges of her last orgasm. “Yes ma'am. I did, very much,” I replied, , colouring a bit with embarrassment, unsure of why I felt embarrassed perhaps I thought, because I was so turned on by being used at someone’s direction, someone right here in my apartment, making me please five men.
Zantha smiled more broadly. This sexy bitch is exactly what Master is wanting in a slave, she thought. “Excellent Ann, I think you are going to particularly enjoy meeting our Master. Now clean this mat and then clean yourself up and get to bed. You will sleep on the mat. I'll use your bed. There has been a slight change in our schedule. Tomorrow we will wind up your affairs here. You’ll have tomorrow only to do that. The next day we travel. “
Zantha awakened me early the next morning. She was instructed in what to wear a short skirt, no underwear of any sort, blouse with the first three buttons missing, and her new 6inch heels. I was told to notify my landlord that I was moving out immediately. When I returned to my apartment, Zantha had packed for both of us. I was surprised to find all my clothes in one small suitcase. Most of my clothes were in several boxes, to be donated to charity.
Seeing the curious look on my face, Zantha said, “I packed all you will need for the immediate future. After all, you wont be wearing much. I nodded. “Do you have anything else that needs to be taken care of before we leave in the morning? She asked.
I thought a minute and said,” Can I go to Dave’s and let him know that I’m leaving?
“No,” Seeing my disappointment, she said, “but you can call him. Just the basics, that you are going to leave for a while and don’t know when you will be back. For him not to worry, et etcetera, et etcetera.
I did as I was told.
The next morning we were up early and left on their way to Chester. I was looking forward, with some trepidation, to finally meeting my Master.
Comment: And the adventure began, I did not expect these observations of my life to fill so many pages, what happens next will have to be another chapter, in how Master Kim saw something inside me and changed my life.
Perhaps you have read my earlier story. If so you know that I have, for a little less than a year, been trained via e-mail by a Master, to be a sex slave. Since all of the training has been done through the Internet, I had never met him in person, however I do follow his instructions faithfully and I become much more aware of my sexuality, as have many others. I am European born in England, the daughter of two foreign nationals, my father, a French citizen whose parents were Asian, and the mother from a prominent Swedish family. They had met, fallen in love, married and worked as senior foreign correspondents for a large European news agency. Shortly after their marriage they were transferred to the United Kingdom where I was born. They were killed in a freak traffic accident, leaving me financially independent, in trust until my 21-st birthday. From my mother I acquired a fiercely competitive streak that requires me to do my best at everything I attempt. My best is very, very good. Once I set my mind to a task, there was nothing that I can not conquer. At 19 years of age, I was strikingly attractive, my Asian ancestry contributing to my olive complexion and almond shaped eyes, my brown hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and perfect teeth below a small but authoritarian nose. My hair is worn long and straight, reaching below mid back. I am naturally athletic and trim, but worked at staying in shape by a regular regime of jogging and workouts at a local gym. I am a tall girl, 5ft 7in and consistently weighs between 125 and 130 lbs. My measurements, 34-24-34, belie my true appearance, broad shouldered with average sized breasts. The breasts are, however, perfectly shaped with just the slightest hint of sag, as to confirm the existence of gravity, small well-defined areola with nipples that hardened to firm eraser like nubs when aroused. My buttocks are, too large and I have tried various exercises to reduce their size, but managed only to make them extremely firm and all the more attractive in the eyes of others. Men as well as women take notice when I enter a room. In spite of my looks, obvious to others, as is the case with many beautiful women I do not consider myself beautiful. I know I am attractive enough, but, no raving beauty.
My submission to my e-mail master in no way diminished my self-confidence or, in my own mind, my sense of independence. I initially considered my submission an intriguing game to be played as long as it was fun. I knew I didn’t have to do as told and what harm could come from someone who didn’t know my real identity and whom I would certainly never meet, that is what I initially thought. It would be fun to see what he envisioned for me. So I played along with him, as time passed and I was rewarded with pleasure at performing each of the tasks he gave me, I began to consider each new instruction a challenge to see if I could perform it to his satisfaction. Each time I completed a task, I felt such a sense of accomplishment and reward that I looked forward to either new challenges or to repeating others. In this way, I became his true submissive sex slave, either through his unique ability to read my true desires from my replies to him, or to pure dumb luck at finding one so completely receptive to his manipulation.
So to continue:-
I believe the greatest benefit to me in this relationship with my Master has been the realization that I can enjoy sex so much more if I know I am pleasing my partner, giving him or her pleasure thereby enhancing my own. I still perform some version of my nightly routine of self-stimulation on those nights that I am not otherwise occupied and I believe that this keeps me in a heightened state of arousal most of the time. Through my contact with my Master I have come to realize that I simply love sex in all its forms and revel in the challenge of ensuring my partner loves sex with me. As the chapter in my life that covered my years as a student, both at the university and possibly as a student of my Masters, came to a close, I knew it was time for decisions. But initially, I was just relieved that studying was over and thought that I did not really have to make any big decisions right away. I could just play for a while, mark time until I was ready to move on to that next chapter in my life, whatever it might be. Well that's not exactly the way it turned out.
I had just graduated from the university that I have attended for three years, with a 1st class degree, with honours in Business Studies. I was looking forward to getting it over with and celebrating afterwards. I got up that morning to get ready to go to graduation ceremonies, removed the large butt plug that I now insert each night after my routine and took my shower. I took the small butt plug and slipped it into my ass. I really like the feeling of being filled back there and usually have something in my ass most of the time. I brushed my hair and applied a little minimal make-up. Then tried to decide what to wear under my graduation gown, the gown was black, made of relatively thin but not transparent material, floor length, and zipped up the front.
You know I thought, I don’t have to wear anything at all underneath.
I mean the gown certainly covered me and the day promised to be warm. I might have to be a little careful when sitting since the zipper only started just above my knees, but sitting I would be able to show a bit of leg and thigh. This appealed to my exhibitionist tendencies and me so I put the robe on and zipped up the front. My nipples were erect from my thoughts of going to graduation this way and were quite apparent through the thin fabric. I practised sitting in front of my mirror. I unzipped the top of the gown a bit to show just a bit of cleavage and looked at myself. Satisfied, I put on my shoes, relatively modest heels, and put the mortarboard on and pinned it to my hair. We were expected to be at the ceremony by 9 am and it was 8:30, so I left the apartment and walked the short distance to University halls.
I arrived, found my place in line, and waited for the march into the hall. I was graduating; Summa Cum Laude, with a 3.98 GPR and so was in with the group of honour graduates positioned between two guys that I knew. We had been in a couple of the same classes together this last year I had spent the night with both of them a few weeks earlier and we had gotten to know each other really well. They were well aware of my reputation, as were many others in the arena that day. As I arrived and took my place between them, they each gave me a hug and a kiss. Derek a very smart guy who played on the football team. As he hugged me, his hand went to my ass and squeezed it playfully. I grinned and stuck my tongue out at him.
“Just cool it, I said. This isn’t the time or place. Maybe later?
“You name the time and place and I’ll be there, he replied. As I talked with him I felt another hand on my ass, turned and to find James, a big grin on his face.
“You feel fine this morning, sugar, he said.” In fact feels like I’m feeling the real you, underneath that robe. Don’t tell me that’s all you have on, he added in a whisper. James is another football player, big, black, and smart as a whip. And did I mention big. Six feet nine inches tall, 250 lbs., about 9 inches long and very thick.
“Of course it isn’t the only thing I have on. See. I pulled up the hem of the robe and looked down to display my feet. I also have shoes on smiled shyly at him from under the edge of the mortarboard.
“My mistake, sugar, you certainly do have shoes on. I just hope you don’t have to stand in front of any really bright lights. That robes pretty thin. He said, grinning more broadly
“Thanks for the warning, but I think, all be OK. At least I shouldn’t get too warm, I said, smiling back at him.
Grinning even more broadly, he said, “Wouldn't count on that”
The music started for our processional and we began to shuffle forward to the entrance to the arena. Derek behind, James and me in front. As we moved forward, stopped, and moved forward repeatedly, I could feel Derek’s erection press against my back. As I bumped into James in front of me, I felt his hands cup my pussy and rub it up and down a few times. He had his hands innocently clasped behind his back at just the right level. By the time we entered the arena and the march to our seats picked up, I was really warm.
As I sat down I pulled the robe up so that it fell on either side of my legs. I crossed my legs loosely, as always; conscious of my Masters instructions to never let my thighs touch when sitting. In this way anyone sitting across from me could look up my skirt or dress, or in this case, my robe. Of course there was no one across from me now but sitting this way has become, as I am sure my Master intended, second nature to me.
As the ceremony started, both James and Derek reached over and each one put a hand in my lap. I uncrossed my legs and spread them a little. I covered both of their hands with mine and it looked like we were just holding hands, but beneath my hands, theirs were busy, stroking me. I adjusted my position to allow them better access and tried to keep from squirming around too much. But eventually, as we waited, I WAS squirming all around on that chair. I let out a low moan and pushed both of their hands away.
“Sorry, guys. I whispered, “But you were going to cause me to make a scene. You already have me so hot I’ll be lucky to be able to walk when its time to get my diploma, not to mention the wet spot that’s now on the back of my robe.
“You think you’ll have trouble walking? Try it with the boner that I have right now. James whispered back. Knowing James size in that area, I could imagine, but just grinned at him as Derek chuckled quietly.
Before I knew it we were standing in line waiting for our name to be called for us to climb to the stage and receive our diplomas. Derek’s name was called. Then I heard “Ann Renee Schau, Summa Cum Laud,e, I climbed to the stage and walked to shake the hand of the Chancellor of the University and receive my diploma. He smiled and shook my hand as he handed me the orange case containing my diploma.
“Congratulations, Ann, he said as he held my hand. To my surprise, he continued, “I hope you realize that you are a special young lady, a pearl as it were, and the world really can be your oyster. He continued to hold my hand, expecting some comment from me I suppose. I was so surprised that he seemed to know me that I really didn’t know what to say.
“Thank you, sir, “ I managed, “I appreciate that a lot.” I tried to disengage my hand from his but he held it a moment longer.
“I know that class rankings have not been made public yet but wanted to tell you personally that you are ranked number one in the class of 975 students. Again, congratulations, and best wishes, Ann. He released my hand. I stood somewhat dumbfounded.
“Wow! I said somewhat breathlessly. It was all I could say.
“Yeah, WOW is right “ he said.
I turned and left the stage. I didn’t want to stay for the rest of the ceremony. I had some big celebrating to do. I turned right at the exit and walked out of the arena and went straight to Dave’s.
Observations:
Zantha had arrived in the little college town that morning, driving up from Birmingham. She was looking for Ann but all she had to go on was the fact that she frequented a wine bar where the owners name was Dave. She had a room reserved at a local hotel but didn’t intend to use it unless she couldn’t find Ann. She drove through the small down town, passing several bars, obviously catering to the college crowd. She parked and entered one of the smaller pubs reasoning that Ann wouldn’t choose a big place. She walked to the bar and took a vacant seat at the end.
Zantha was a striking brunette. She was about 5ft 4in tall, her dark hair was glossy and straight, cut to the shape of her face, parted in the middle and curving in softly at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were pale, lined with black, her mouth wide and sensual. Men noticed her.
The men in the tavern noticed her as she entered and walked purposefully to her seat. The bartender came over and asked, “What can I get you, ma'am?
“A glass of Chardonnay, please, she answered. He served her the glass of wine and returned to the other end of the bar where he was watching a television with several other men. Apparently they were watching the graduation carried on one of the local TV stations.
“Hot damn, it is she. It was Ann. You see how long he’s taking with her, one of them said. Zantha was immediately interested in the conversation. She glanced up at the TV to see a tall dark haired girl leaving the stage. Of course, Ann was graduating. That must be her
“Yeah the bartender replied, “she’s supposed to be some sort of brainy bitch and I guess she must be. I don t understand why she is so wild, or how she does so well in class all things considered
Zantha quickly finished her wine and signalled the bartender for another glass. As he delivered it she said, “What was that about the girl who just got her diploma? I assume you guys know her and, as it happens, I’m looking for a girl named Ann regarding a legal matter. Can you tell me where I could find her?
“Yeah, sure. My name Jimmy by the way and, yes, we do know Ann around here. She just graduated in the current senior class with all sorts of honours. That’s what we were talking about. So she will probably be looking to celebrate a bit. You can probably find her at Dave’s later.
“Well Jimmy I’m Zantha, and yes, I understand she frequents Dave’s quite often. Can you tell me how to find it? Zantha asked.
“Well, you are almost there, answered Jimmy. “Dave’s place is just around the corner, off the main road Take a left out the door here, then left at the next street and go about two blocks. Dave’s is in the middle of the next block on the left. Can’t miss it.
“Thanks a lot, Jimmy,” said Zantha as she smiled inwardly. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
In my own words:
My hurried walk to Dave’s took only a few minutes and as I entered Dave spotted me, jumped the bar and grabbed me in a bear hug, lifted me off the ground and slung me around.
Observations:
Ann rushed to her apartment and changed. She took off the robe and chose a mini skirt that barely covered her ass. No panties. An almost sheer blouse, that buttoned up the front, with no bra. She left the top three buttons undone. She applied minimal make-up as was her habit and left for Dave’s
As soon as she arrived she could see Dave at the bar. He looked at her with a serious expression. She could tell he was concerned about something.
“What? What’s wrong? She asked as she sat at the bar.
“See that girl n the booth over there? “He said. “She is here to see you. She said she was here to meet you at a Kim s request. Isn’t that the name of the guy you been e-mailing with?
Nicky was surprised. She looked over and saw a beautiful brunette sitting in the booth. “Kim? Yeah, sure, that’s him. You sure she said Kim “I asked. “I don’t know what this is about but I better find out.” She said as she turned to go to the booth.
“Take care, girl.” Dave said as she left the bar.
Ann walked to the booth and stood beside the woman. “I understand you are looking for me and that you are here at Kim’s request? Are you really from Kim? “ I asked.
“Ahhh, Ann. Sooooo nice to meet you at last. The brunette said. “Yes, I’m here at Master Kim’s instructions. Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it.” She said.
Ann took a seat opposite her. Smiling she said, “You are as beautiful as your pictures. Master wanted me to see if I could find you and verify the things you have told him. From what I have found out, it seems, so far at least, that you have been truthful. Relax, Ann, I’m a friend. My name is Zantha. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do but we do need to talk.
I didn’t know how to respond. Here was a personal contact with my e-mail master. Something I had not planned on. But I was intrigued with the idea of finding out more. “OK,” I replied, “I don’t know you or how you found me but I’m willing to listen.
“Oh Ann, it was pretty easy to find you. There isn’t but one large university in this part of the of the county and we knew you frequented Dave’s sooo ----. Anyway, whatever happens from here on out will be up to you. Now do not interrupt. We DO have things to discuss. Speak only in response to a question,
“Ohhh Kayyyy,” I said, hesitantly.
“All right,” began Zantha, “Our Master thinks it is time for you to experience hands on training. I have been in Birmingham on a business trip for him and since I was going to be so close, he thought this would be a good time to start, especially since you have just finished your education Now let me outline the proposal for you. You do not have to agree but if you do not, all contact with him or me will cease. You may agree initially and then at anytime during the course of your hands on training you may decide to quit, but again, all contact will then cease.
“Now, your training, it will begin with me, starting here and now. I will stay here with you for one week giving you an idea of what your training will be like. Then, assuming you continue, we will visit Master Kim himself. He plans to be in the Chester area starting a week from tomorrow. Your training will not include any serious physical harm but may involve minor punishment, at my or our Master's discretion, from time to time if warranted. You must obey all instructions without question or hesitation. You will inform Dave that you are under my care from now on and unless you tell him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see you for a while. You may tell him you will contact him once per week, if you so desire, to ease his mind about your well being. Do you understand all that I have said so far?"
“I think so", I said,“but will any of this be in writing?"
“The contract you have already signed is all that we need. You have already agreed to this. Even though this is the first hands on contact you have had, the contract remains in force and applies to in person contact as well as e-mail contact. Any more questions? No? Well, what is your answer?
Surprised at the abrupt tone, I said, “Now you want my answer right now? Can't I have a little while to think about it?”
“Ann, I asked if you had more questions and you did not respond. Now you ask another question. Not good, Ann. But yes, you can have a little time to think about your answer. Sit here and think while I go to the ladies room. I will tell you this. If you do not accept this proposal, you will, in my opinion, be missing a wonderful life experience, one I truly believe you will enjoy. I will expect your answer when I return.” With that, Zantha left the booth.
I wasn't sure what to do. The thought of actually having a Master, or in this case, a Mistress, direct her actions was titillating. I really did not have any definite plans for the immediate future, and, I can always quit if things get too kinky. OK. I decided to do it just as Zantha returns.
“Your answer," Zantha says as she resumes her seat.
OK, I'll do it," I said. “Should I go tell Dave now?
“You will tell Dave when I tell you to tell Dave. You will not do anything at all this week unless directed by me, and that includes speaking unless I ask a question or give permission. Is that understood?
I nodded mutely.
“Now, stand here in front of me ” I get up and stand in front of Zantha. Zantha reaches over and lifts my skirt. “Good. No panties. Just as I expected from what you have told our Master. You are a slut, Ann. Leaving the skirt raised, Zantha grips the front of my blouse and pulls me forward making me bend at the waist. She unbuttons all of the buttons on the blouse and then ties the front together, folding the collar and sides of front of the blouse under to expose most of my chest. My nipples are just covered, the sides of each breast exposed, straining against the tight material.
“Remain in this position. Zantha says as she releases her hold on the blouse. She reaches into her briefcase, pulls out a red nylon dog collar and fastens it around my neck. “I see you wear our Master onchk. Good. He will be pleased. Now you will also wear his collar. Now one more thing.” She says as she retrieves a slender gold coloured chain from the briefcase. It is light in weight, about 5 feet long with delicate links, but quite strong. She attaches this to the collar. “Stand.” She says.
I stood, the chain looping down, its end in Zantha's hand. “Pull your skirt down you little tramp. You want to get arrested? Zantha hisses. I do as instructed. “Now lets go see Dave. “
Zantha rises and leads me to the bar. “Tell him,” She says.
Dave sees them and comes over to them at the bar. “Need something, ladies? he asks, his expression one of concern.
I tell him that I am going to be with Zantha for a while and unless she tells him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see me for a while. I do tell him that I will contact him once per week to let him know that I am OK.
With that, Zantha pulls on the chain and heads for the door of the bar.
We arrived at my apartment in our separate cars, she following me. As I got out of my car she opened her trunk. “Get the bags and carry them for me,” She said.
I did as I was told. There were two bags, one obviously her suitcase, the other like a tool satchel. As we approached the steps, me struggling under the weight of the two bags, she told me to stop. I stopped and turned toward her. She looked at me appraisingly and then reached down and pulled up my skirt and tucked into the waistband, exposing everything below my waist my ass and pussy were now on display.
“Much better, she said. “Now onward ,and upward.
I climbed the stairs in front of her as she looked at my bare ass wiggling up the stairs.
“OK, open the door. She said as I set the bags down and got my key. I opened the door, picked up the bags and we went inside. As I placed the bags on the floor of the living room she said, “Where is your computer?
“In the extra bedroom, I use it as sort of my study area.” I replied.
“Show me.” She said. We walked to the extra bedroom and Zantha sat at the desk in front of the computer.
“OK, take the suitcase and satchel and put them in your bedroom. Then come back here.” I did as I was told.
When I returned, she looked at me with a smile on her face. “Now let's see whether you remember one of the easy commands. Strip, Ann”.
For some reason I was nervous. Don't know if I was afraid she wouldn't like what she saw or if I was just embarrassed. I have undressed before so many others that I should not have minded at all, but this was the first time I was doing it as the result of a direct command from someone else. It didn't take me long to remove the few pieces of clothing I had on my top, skirt, and my shoes and socks. Nervous, I did it as slowly and sexy as I could, mindful of the instructions relating to this command. Then I stood in front of her. She looked at me appraisingly.
“Not bad, Ann, you are quite pretty. But your striping technique can use some work. Remember, it should be a strip tease, sensual, intended to arouse the watcher.” She continued, “Now, while you are in this apartment, you will wear nothing, except,” she paused, smiling at me, “shoes. I understand you do own a pair of heels? Get them. “
I went to my closet and carried the 3-inch heels I had purchased at my Masters instruction back to her. Though I had bought them some time ago, I rarely wore them and was not particularly comfortable in them.
“Let me see them.” I handed them to her. “Well, these will have to do for the time being. I'll get you a new pair. In fact I will need to do some shopping for you later as well. For now put these on. I took the shoes and started to sit down beside her on the sofa. “No, either stand or sit on the floor. I sat on the floor and put on the shoes. “Now stand.” I did. “We are going to have a lot of rules while I am here with you this week. That’s the first. You are not allowed to sit on any piece of furniture. You will either stand or sit or crawl on the floor. A few others, you will be nude at all times while in the apartment unless I direct otherwise. You will speak only when spoken to and then only to answer a direct question. During the day you will at all times wear those shoes until I can get you another pair. At night you will wear a special shoe that I have brought for you. You will keep your gaze directed at the floor unless otherwise instructed. Understood? “ She said.
I nodded my understanding. Zantha moved the chair to the side of the desk and motioned for me to stand beside her. We were both facing the computer and she put her arm around my waist. “Show me how you connect to the Internet, she said as she stroked the side of my hip. Her hand dropped to my ass and then to the inside of my thigh, lightly running her hand up and down from my knee to just below my pussy. Such a light touch, it felt wonderful
As she continued to stroke me, I leaned over and clicked on the browser icon calling up the connection screen, then clicked the connect button. My home page came up. “OK, now to your e-mail program,” she said. I called up my e-mail. “All right, now just stand there.”
I stood back as she typed in a message to Master Kim. I could read over her shoulder. She let him know that she had arrived and that things were going according to plan she signed off and turned to me.
“Now, lets see how well you are doing with your commands. Inspection back,” she ordered.
I got on the floor beside her and lay on my back with my legs spread wide and used my hands to pull my cunt open. It was very obvious that I was quite wet, a result of her touching me earlier combined with the experience of having her there and actually giving me orders. I was surprised at how turned on I had gotten just from having this stranger in charge of me.
“Very nice,” she said. She bent over me and touched me on the knee, then slowly with a light touch, very slowly and with a very light touch, trailed her finger tips up my thigh, trailing over my hands as I held myself open for her view, then on up over my rib cage to my right breast. Slowly and ever so lightly she traced a circle around my nipple. I didn't think it could have gotten any more erect, but at that touch, it did. Her fingers were like sources of electric current activating my senses, I uttered a low moan and my hips involuntarily moved up, my fingers wanting to rub my clit.
“Now just hold that position and stop your squirming.” She said as she continued to stimulate my nipple. She moved her hand to the left breast and circled that nipple. Both nipples were as hard and erect as they had ever been. “Not bad, but we do need to do a little maintenance here. Master likes very prominent nipples.”
With that she got up and moved to the satchel, opened it and retrieved a small container. She opened the container and extracted what appeared to be two small rubber tubes, each about a half inch long. Additionally from the satchel she removed a small tool, which looked like a slender metal tube with a small claw on one end and a button on the other end. She took one of the rubber tubes and threaded it over the claw end of the metal tube, then, returned to me. I watched as she put the claw end of the tube over my right nipple and, pressing the button to open the claw, grabbed my nipple with the claw and pulled it away from my chest, elongating it. The claw had a non slip coating covering it that grabbed without piercing the skin but held very tight, pinching the end of my nipple somewhat painfully as she pulled on it. She then rolled the rubber tube off the metal tube onto my nipple. The rubber tube was now encasing my nipple and a portion of the areola. The end of my nipple protruded slightly from the end of the rubber tube. She repeated the process on my left nipple.
“These are special nipple clamps designed by our Master,” she said. “They are an improved version of what are sometimes called sweater bumpers. I have a few other pieces of special equipment, which he has designed as well. Now let’s run through the rest of the commands, She proceeded to list each command that I had been given to memorize and as she stated each command I assumed the appropriate position, ending with the Display command. I stood in front of her with my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced and eyes downcast.
“Not bad, Ann”, she said. “Now a few more instructions. You will address me as Ma'am. I am not your Master, just a surrogate. But you will follow my instructions as if they were from him. You have progressed well but you lack some basic training. You so far have tried to please your partner on your terms, and have been pretty successful, I'll admit. But you still have yet to obey direct commands from your partner, whether he or she is your Master or not. So I’m going to try to remedy that. You will wait here until I return, and we will see what happens then. I will choose some appropriate attire for you to put on after I leave. You will then wait for my return, when you hear me knock on the door you will unlock it and immediately fall to your knees. Do you understand?” She asked.
“Yes Ma'am.” I replied. Zantha went to my closet and removed all the blouses that buttoned up the front. She took a pair of scissors and removed the top three buttons from each one. She chose one of the sheerest ones, put it on the bed and returned the rest to the closet. Next she looked at all my skirts, found a very short pleated skirt and placed it on the bed.
“Wear those with your shoes, nothing else. When I return I want you to be on your knees when you open the door. I'm not sure whom, if anyone will be with me, but you are to treat any and all as your masters. Also, get that large exercise mat out and put it in the middle of the room. We'll use that as your stage for the evening. Understand?” She said. I nodded and she turned and left. I heard the door open and close. I went into the living room and looked around. I was alone. I took out my exercise mat, a large padded vinyl covered mat and placed it in the middle of the room. My stage???
Dressed in the chosen outfit, I waited alone in the apartment as instructed. Several hours later I heard several footsteps approach my door, then a knock. On my knees, I opened the door. As I knelt I looked up to see men entering the apartment. Five men, they all looked at me as they entered. All were young black men.
Zantha closed the door. “Meet some friends I met while I was shopping.” She said. “I was at the local adult novelty shop and ran into these guys. Well, actually just two of them, but they were nice enough to agree to help us out by inviting some of their friends along. I have told them about your desire to serve and submit and are in training to do just that. They have graciously agreed to help with your training by allowing you to serve them. I will observe and see how well you please them. Assuming you perform satisfactorily we can proceed with our other plans.
The men looked at me kneeling on the floor as they entered, walking around me and making comments to each other.
“Hot damn, look at that.”
“Yeah, looks good enough to eat, don't she.”
“Yep, and I'll just bet she can suck a mean cock. Look at that cute little mouth, open and ready “
“Hell, that isn’t the only thing open and ready from the looks of her”
“You got that right “
Zantha grinned at their comments. “You boys ready to use this slut?” She said. “You can use her in any way you want. You can tell her to do something and she will do it, or you can just do it to her in any way you want. The only thing you cannot do is seriously hurt her. She must be in reasonably good condition when you finish. But, short of serious physical harm, you can do anything you want with her. Any questions?”
A chorus of “No, man Gotcha Right on “ was the response as the guys gazed at the submissive me on the floor.
“All right, Ann crawl over to the mat Zantha instructed, “I will observe from the corner over there. If any of you do anything that looks like it might seriously harm the slut, I will tell you and you will immediately cease. And if you do not, I assure you, I CAN enforce my instructions. I expect you doubt that but it would be best not to test me, she told the men, staring at each one in sequence as she spoke. Her level gaze invited no response, and, as slight as she was, the men had the feeling she could and would back up her threat if necessary.
“Now, use her “ she said.
I had been on my knees the entire time and just hearing Zantha tell the men to use me the way she did was turning me on. Dressed in the outfit Zantha had proscribed eyes downcast, I looked the epitome of a submissive. Zantha was pleased.
“Ann, raise your skirt. Show them your pussy. Assume the inspection back position. Show them what a submissive slut you are.” She said
I leaned back and, raising my skirt, spread my legs and used my hands to open her pussy for their inspection.
“Son-of-a- bitch. She’s just fine.” One guy said.
“Bet your ass.” Another said. “Hey baby you gonna do us all? I got something for you. You’re going to like it.” He said as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, exposing, what was to me, a beautiful cock, semi rigid. He straddled me and sat on my chest and gently slapped my mouth with his cock. He held it to my mouth and fed it to me as I lay on my back. I opened my mouth and sucked it into my oral cavity. Still holding my pussy open,I sucked on the cock as it became totally erect, another of the men moved between my legs.
“I love that little pussy of yours, slut.” He said. “I want some of it. He was nude from the waist down, his large black cock hanging limply from his crotch. “But baby, I got to have more, finger yourself, that’s it, turn yourself on, make it wet. “
I was already so wet I didn’t need to stimulate myself any more, but I did, and the cock of the guy between my legs rose to attention.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Rub that thing.” He said. My pussy was glistening with my juices, as the man inserted his cock I encircled his cock with the fingers of her right hand while my left continued to spread my pussy. I let his cock slide between my fingers as it entered me, moving my hand as it approached the hilt. God, this cock was larger than any I had ever had before. I grunted around the cock in her mouth as the one in my pussy plumbed my depths.
I was sucking the first guy’s cock, taking all he had. “Oh man, can she do a cock.” He said. “Jesus, I'm going to get my rocks right now if she don’t stop. Bobby Joe, Get off of her. We got to work together here. He pulled his cock from her mouth as Bobby Joe, the guy fucking her, pulled out of my pussy. “Turn over slut. I obeyed and turned, onto my hands and knees.
Bobby Joe, now behind her, said. “Oh, that’s nice, a full view of that sweet pussy and ass. I’m fucking this bitch.” With that he thrust into my waiting pussy.
“Hey ass hole. Wait a minute, we got to get her to do us all, like at the same time, right? She isn’t through sucking my cock but we need you, Bobby Joe, to get under her if we going to do this right.”
“OK, Jimbo” said Bobby Joe. He moved to beneath me and pulled me down onto his erect cock.
“All right Sammy, you get over her and shove that thing in her ass.” Jimbo said. Kneeling next to my head as she I on top of Bobby Joe, he grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head and pushed my head down on his cock. I sucked the huge black monster into my mouth as Jimbo forced me to take it deep. I felt the head of his cock slide past my vocal chords, deep into my throat. At the same time she I Sammy enter my ass.
I had had all my holes filled like this before but this was different. Before it had been with guys who were much less well-endowed and I had always felt I had a choice in the matter. Now I was taking three massive cocks and doing so as an act of submission to, both, the men and Zantha. It may seem a small difference to the reader, but to me, the act of direct submission was infinitely more erotic.
I held my upper body off of Bobby Joe by supporting myself with her hands on the floor. Bobby Joe and Jimbo were both squeezing my tits as I was fucked in all three holes. However there were two other guys in the room.
“All right, Jacko, you and Billy come stand here beside her head. “OK, slut, use your hands to jack these two hard cocks off,” Jimbo ordered. My upper body was no longer supported by my hands as I was forced to raise my arms and grasp the two cocks offered beside my face. Jimbo controlled how I sucked his cock as he pistoned my head up and down by grasping my hair and pulling my head up then letting it fall back down on his huge cock. With the weight of my upper body supported only by my mouth on his cock, his cock would enter my mouth to the hilt each time he let my head fall. I could breathe only when he raised my head and was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen. I was surprised to find that this actually intensified the sexual stimulation of my body.
Zantha observed from the corner of the room. As the action intensified she said, “OK, guys, you can cum in her or on her whenever you wish, however, make sure that each of you cums somewhere on her body at least once tonight, preferably on her face, in her hair, or on her tits. But anywhere is OK. I just want her covered in cum when you finish with her. Everyone understand?
All of the guys replied that they understood by nodding, grunting, or gasping out a response.
Amazingly, I was satisfying all five men at the same time. As Bobby Joe and Sammy each reached orgasm at the same time they unloaded their cum inside my cunt and ass. Jimbo pulled my head away from his cock as he erupted onto my face. Jacko and Billy each took control of their own cocks and spurted all over my head, in my hair, my ears, and down the back of my neck. As they all climaxed within a few minutes of each other I collapsed on top of Bobby Joe, with Sammy lying on top of me. Too exhausted to move they lay there as Zantha applauded from her corner.
“Excellent performance.” She said. “You guys rest up a bit and then have another go at her if you want. I need to go do a little work in the next room. Zantha left the room and went to the computer where she logged on to my e-mail account and sent our Master a message reporting that things were progressing nicely and that I had, in her opinion, truly become the slut slave he had hoped for. He replied at once that he was pleased. He had arrived in Chester two days ago, earlier than expected. Zantha was to bring me there on Friday, two days from today. When she had signed off the computer she walked back into the room where I and the men were.
I was sitting astride Jacko with my back to his head and his cock buried in my ass. Jimbo was sitting to one side slowly stroking his huge cock and watching as Sammy knelt in front of me and, squeezing my tits together, tit fucked me as I bounced on Jacko's cock. Billy and Bobby Joe were standing on either side of my head feeding their cocks to me as I sucked both at the same time, stretching my mouth grotesquely. I was uttering little grunts and squeals as the four men used me. As Zantha watched, Jimbo jacked his cock faster and faster as he walked over to the squirming mass of bodies. He stuck his huge cock in just under my chin just as his cock erupted, emptying a massive amount of cum on and between my tits.
“Wow, thanks Jimbo, that’s great makes her tits really slick,” said Sammy. With the extra lubrication and my increased tempo on Jacko's cock, Sammy shot his load from between her tits and up over my face. I had the two cocks in my mouth and Sammy’s cum landed on my eyes and several spurts entered my nose. I pulled away from the two cocks in order to breathe just as they both emptied their loads onto my hair, face, neck and breasts. I was covered in cum, as Jacko finally shot his load into my ass. I had never felt so depraved, I had been covered in the cum of these strangers once, then now a second time. I smelled like cum. I tasted cum. I felt cum running down my body, out of my ass hole, out of my pussy, down my thighs. I collapsed on Sammy totally exhausted. The guys were not in much better shape. They all dropped to the floor and lay next to Sammy and me
“God, that was some fine fucking.” Said Jimbo.
“Man, you got that right.” Said Sammy, “I aint never been so wore out. This bitch is like a dog in heat. But I think we sort of put out that fire for a while anyway.” He grinned at the other guys who just nodded.
Zantha was pleased with my performance. Now she had to get rid of the men and get me ready for the next phase.
“OK, guys. Party’s over. Get up, clean up if you want, get dressed and leave. She and I have things to do.” She said.
Jimbo said, “Bull shit. We just got started. I want more of this bitch tonight.”
“Jimbo, I told you not to test me. Now get up and do as I said,” replied Zantha. She stared at Jimbo who smirked and stayed where he was on the floor. Zantha walked over to him and stood above him.
Jimbo reached over and stroked her leg. “How about you and me babe. You aint got no loving yet tonight,” he said.
Zantha reached down, grabbed his hand and, with incredible strength for a small woman, squeezed his middle finger in such a way as to cause Jimbo to yelp with pain. “Listen ass hole,” she said as she kept him immobile, “I don’t want to break this finger but if you don’t stop fucking around with me, I will.”
“OK, OK, just let go, Jeeze that hurts,” he said. Zantha let his hand go and Jimbo got to his feet, as did the other guys. Sammy moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist. “Now lets see who breaks what,” said Jimbo. I was watching from the floor and saw Zantha’s expression as if bored, she just rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry guys, but you are not playing according to the rules. You’ll have to be taught some manners.” With that Zantha became a whirling machine of destruction. She elbowed Sammy in his nose, causing him to let go. She kicked Jimbo in the groin, and as he bent over grabbing his balls, she kneed him under the chin. Jimbo went down. She twirled, kicking each of the other guys in sensitive spots sending them sprawling to the floor. In thirty seconds all five men were lying on the floor either u*********s or dazed and nursing wounds.
“Now, get up and out. NOW! “ she said. “Pick up your trash and take them with you.”
Those that could get to their feet and helped those that had been knocked out. As they all regained consciousness, they silently, helped each other get dressed and leave. As he was leaving, Jimbo turned, smiled at Zantha, and said, “You one feisty lady and I guess we got no beef. Reckon we had it coming.”
Zantha closed and locked the door after they had left. She turned to me, still on the floor, still covered in cum. “Well, my dear, did you enjoy that? “ She asked as she smiled at me.
I was still feeling the last vestiges of her last orgasm. “Yes ma'am. I did, very much,” I replied, , colouring a bit with embarrassment, unsure of why I felt embarrassed perhaps I thought, because I was so turned on by being used at someone’s direction, someone right here in my apartment, making me please five men.
Zantha smiled more broadly. This sexy bitch is exactly what Master is wanting in a slave, she thought. “Excellent Ann, I think you are going to particularly enjoy meeting our Master. Now clean this mat and then clean yourself up and get to bed. You will sleep on the mat. I'll use your bed. There has been a slight change in our schedule. Tomorrow we will wind up your affairs here. You’ll have tomorrow only to do that. The next day we travel. “
Zantha awakened me early the next morning. She was instructed in what to wear a short skirt, no underwear of any sort, blouse with the first three buttons missing, and her new 6inch heels. I was told to notify my landlord that I was moving out immediately. When I returned to my apartment, Zantha had packed for both of us. I was surprised to find all my clothes in one small suitcase. Most of my clothes were in several boxes, to be donated to charity.
Seeing the curious look on my face, Zantha said, “I packed all you will need for the immediate future. After all, you wont be wearing much. I nodded. “Do you have anything else that needs to be taken care of before we leave in the morning? She asked.
I thought a minute and said,” Can I go to Dave’s and let him know that I’m leaving?
“No,” Seeing my disappointment, she said, “but you can call him. Just the basics, that you are going to leave for a while and don’t know when you will be back. For him not to worry, et etcetera, et etcetera.
I did as I was told.
The next morning we were up early and left on their way to Chester. I was looking forward, with some trepidation, to finally meeting my Master.
Comment: And the adventure began, I did not expect these observations of my life to fill so many pages, what happens next will have to be another chapter, in how Master Kim saw something inside me and changed my life.
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