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august 20 - 2011

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M/ff, nc, slavery, humil, mind control

The Tip
by Cindy Silver Eyes

http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes

cse1986@rocketmail.com

Cindy stepped outside the institute in total dismay. What an awful
coincidence it had been.

She'd signed up for an easy psychology test invitation that came in the
mail - she just had to show up for a 2-hour session, and she got a cool
check for $500. She could certainly use the money.

What was not planned was finding out that the conductor of the test was
Susan Collins, none other than the wife of Cindy's current "lover".
Richard Collins was her History professor - and they had been having an
affair for the last 3 months. Cindy wasn't proud of this but she was
enchanted with the older, confident, good-looking professor.

And she did give him something that his wife could not - not just youth
and beauty... Both the professor and the student were into BDSM. Nothing
too hard-core, but certainly enough to get Professor Collins's rocks off.
The sort of stuff his wife would not get into.

There was a taxi waiting for her. And Cindy certainly needed an easy
ride back home after a brain-busting session with her secret lover's
wife... And with the check in her hands, she could well afford it.

Cindy took a seat in the back - she was well aware the driver was
checking her out on the mirror, and she was used to such reaction from men.

She leaned forth and handed an envelope to the driver.

"What the hell is this?" the driver asked in what sounded like heavy
Italian accent. Cindy could read the name from taxi identity card anyway:
Tony Luici.

He'd turned around to face the girl. He was a very fat and stocky man,
probably in his late-40s. His hair seemed oily and sticky. He'd had a
shave a long time ago, judging from the overgrown stubble on his face. He
reeked of tobacco and alcohol, and it wasn't even 5 o'clock yet. Cindy
felt bad for the man's wife, presuming he had had one...

"Would you please start driving, we're going to Boston College..." she
ordered the driver curtly.

The thing was, Cindy had no idea what was in the envelope or why she had
given it to him - she hadn't even been aware of carrying it with her, until
she handed it over to the driver.

"Hmm, maybe it's my tip..." the repulsive driver chuckled, as he kicked
into gear: He had brought in an older lady that morning, who'd promised to
tip him very well - only he'd get his tip later in the day.

Tony had only cursed after she'd left of course - what kind of raw deal
was that? Yet, he'd been called to the same building again...

He opened the envelope to see if there were some shiny dollar bills
waiting for him; instead, he found a short letter inside...

>Dear Driver...

>Here's your tip: The girl sitting in your taxi is a sex-slave...

>She's forgotten all about it for now...

>But all you need to say is three little words to make her your
sex-slave...

>Say "Abra Cadabra Cindy" and she will be yours...

Tony's frog-like eyes seemed to bulge out even further as he read the
short note.

Could it be true?

He turned around again hesitantly as he stopped at a red light and was
mesmerized once again with what a hot number the girl was. With his
hard-on straining his pants already, he spoke:

"Abra Cadabra Cindy".

Suddenly, forgotten moments of the test session flew into Cindy's head
and a horrible reality began dawning - she knew she had to obey this man's
every command, the mere idea of not doing so filled he heart with
unspeakable fear.

Tony saw the girl's expression change, from one clearly portraying
impatience, to one filled with fear and dismay...

"Ma'am, are you my slave?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tony was sure she'd be running
towards the nearest Police Station and his license would be yanked in a
week - what a big, dumb-ass mistake this was... Falling for such a
ridiculous joke...

Yet Cindy remained silent for a few moments. Finally, managing to open
her mouth:

"Yes.. I am..." she found herself saying even as her head sank low.

Tony brought the car to a sudden halt in front of a construction site.
There was a crew of maybe 20 men working at the ground floor. Was this
thing for real or not?

He swallowed hard... If she were really his slave, she'd have to do
whatever he told...

"Ok, slave, take off your blouse and flash your tits to the guys...".

"No, please..." Cindy begged in alarm.

"Do it slave..." Tony cut her off. "And lean all the way out the
window, so they can all get a good look... Throw your blouse to the guys"!

Her heart sinking, Cindy unbuttoned her blouse. She undid her bra. Her
face burned in shame as Tony watched with obvious glee and a certain
hard-on.

As soon as she leaned out of the window of the taxi cab, naked above the
waist, a few of the guys saw it and started screaming.

Tony blew the horn several times to make sure Cindy got enough
attention.

"Shake your tits slut..!" he yelled from inside, and loved seeing her do
it, amidst hollers from the construction crew.

"Throw the blouse and get back in..." Tony commanded - and the
construction guys flew at the blouse like horny dogs.

Cindy was finally back inside the car, her face burning in red shame.

Tony kicked into gear - there was no way he was going to Boston College
now; this car and his slave were heading to South Boston where Tony lived.

He suddenly figured, having a half-naked girl in the back would be
excellent grounds for a cop to stop him - or for traffic to collapse around
his car.

"Lie down in the back-seat" he commanded.

And as if overcome by a brilliant idea, he added:

"Undo your jeans and start masturbating till we get home - but no
fuckin' cumming...!"

Dying in humiliation, Cindy did as she was told.

The very notion of disobeying her Master was like painful poison of the
most severe kind to her mind... She'd been conditioned for unconditional
obedience no matter how much she hated this man or his commands.

*****

Tony groaned as he began slowly waking up in a haze of pleasure... What
a night it had been, in the delightful company of his newly provided
sex-slave... He'd passed out after 3 six-packs, and a rocking 3-times hard
fucks... He felt like an Italian Stallion.

There she was, his nice little bitch, sucking his cock to wake her owner
up nicely, as she'd been told to do the night before... Tony grinned in
delight - he'd already gotten started yesterday, but he meant to train his
bitch very, very thoroughly... She had that arrogance and haughtiness in
her still, even if she obeyed his commands like a good little slave-girl...
That arrogance had to be wiped out... Nothing his big-ass, leather belt
couldn't fix.

He was close to cumming - he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her
head up, and ejaculated all over her pretty face.

"Good morning Slave..."

Cindy tried forcing a smile despite the disgusting mess all over her
face.

"Good morning Master" she replied, as she'd been instructed to do.

"Go fetch me breakfast, slut" Tony replied.

He lit a cigarette, as the girl rushed out of the bedroom to fix her
Master's breakfast.

While Cindy was fixing up breakfast for him, Tony grabbed the lap top
he'd bought in a particularly cheap deal and turned on the internet - up
till now he'd used the machine for nearly nothing but downloading free
porn. But now, he had more sophisticated tasks, didn't he?

He searched for instructions and master and slave... he figured he'd
hardly get anything useful. But then he ran into something called "One
Master's Instructions to His Slave...." at
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ .

This was excellent work - and Tony could use many of the pointers. He
began highlighting some of the instructions he'd soon be commanding, even
if some might need minor adjustments - his excitement grew with each new
command:

>Your goal and purpose in life from now on is to serve my sexual
pleasure. You will concentrate all your attention and initiative toward
attracting, arousing, stimulating, intensifying, and satisfying my sexual
lust.

>You will at all times wear a slave collar symbolizing your status as my
personal property. You will not handle or attempt to remove a slave collar
other than at my direct command.

>You will submit to any brands or tattoos that I choose to place on your
body to proclaim your slave status or to enhance your appearance.

>You will greet me with the words "Master, please fuck me!" whenever you
meet me

>You will come quickly to me and kneel before me whenever I enter your
apartment.

>You will strip and remain naked whenever you are in your apartment.

>You will dress to keep your breasts on display to the limit of the law;
at all times it must be possible for a casual observer to see the full
shape of your breasts and the condition (erect or not) of your nipples.

>You will dress for all social gatherings outside your apartment to be
the most sexually provocative female present

>You will expose and display your naked breasts or shaved cunt to anyone
at any time at my command.

>You will actively seek out and present for my approval sexually
provocative clothing and accessories.

>You will acquire a grope suit designed to tickle and stimulate your
cunt and breasts and keep you in a state of intense sexual arousal.

>You will study and practice the female arts of sexual intercourse in
all their variations. You will work at enhancing my pleasure in fucking
you.

>You will study and practice the art of fellatio in all its variations.
You will learn and practice the deep-throat technique. You will learn to
retain my semen in your mouth or to swallow it at my command.

>You will study and practice the arts of erotic body kissing. You will
learn to stimulate me by nibbling, kissing, and sucking my nipples, my
neck, and other sensitive areas of my body.

>You will study and practice the arts of exotic erotic dancing,
including strip-tease, tassel-twirling, belly-dancing, and go-go. You will
maintain a collection of appropriate recorded music to accompany your
dancing.

>You will study and practice the art of sexually provocative walking.
You will swivel your hips, strut, and flaunt your femaleness whenever you
walk in my presence or in public.

>You will practice kneeling to acknowledge your slavery in the proper
sex-slave posture: knees apart, back straight, hands on outer thighs,
elbows back, breasts lifted and thrust forward.

>You will acquire and maintain a collection of sex toys, including hand
vibrators, dildoes, dildo vibrators, anal probes, anal vibrators, cock
rings, penis vibrators, breast squeezers, nipple suction devices, nipple
vibrators, french ticklers, clit suction devices, clit ticklers, ben-wa
balls, clitoral vibrators, penis pumps, mechanical fucking devices, rubber
clothing, and chemical stimulants.

>You will study and practice the uses of all of your sex toys, and offer
them to me for use whenever appropriate. You will actively seek out new
sex toys and suggest them to me.

>You will acquire a collection of bondage equipment, including leather
helmets, head boxes, leather blindfolds, ball gags, penis gags, bits, jaw
spreaders, bridles, thumb cuffs, wrist cuffs, elbow cuffs, ankle cuffs,
single gloves, arm binders, neck cuffs, posture collars, spreader bars,
racks, stocks, waist nippers, crotch belts, partial penetrators, butt
plugs, labia spreaders, harnesses, ropes, straps, buckles, pulleys, chains,
and locks. You will actively seek out ideas for new forms of erotic
bondage and suggest them to me.

>You will submit to punishment at any time and any place. You will
place yourself in position for punishment at my command.

>You will submit to piercing of your nipples, of your nasal septum, of
your labia majora, of your clitoris, and of whatever other parts of your
body I choose to pierce.

>You will maintain and wear in public a collection of slave earrings,
necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and pins with punning or explicitly sexual
words and figures, including the slogans "Sex Slave", "Sex Toy", "Slave
Girl", "In Stocks and Bonds", "Boy Toy", "Feel Me", "Fuck Me", "Feel the
Pink", "Plug My Socket", "Pussy", "Gang Bang Girl", "Round Heels", "Hot
Lips", "Hot'N'Wet", "Hot Ass", "Always Open", "Do It Now!", "Forever
Fuckable", "Whip Me", "69", "Cocksucker", and "I Suck Cock".

>You will masturbate on command, to orgasm or multiple orgasms, with or
without the use of vibrators, dildoes, and other sex toys, on command, for
my amusement. You will stop masturbating on command.

>You will study and practice the arts of on-camera sexual performance
for video recording. You will actively cooperate with video recording of
your sexual performances.

Cindy was back with his breakfast - three eggs, three sausages, and lots
of bacon...

"Slave, stand in front of the bed and masturbate while I eat - but no
cumming..."

Tony dived into his eggs as Cindy started fingering herself on her feet.
He would own an absolute perfect slave once all the instructions were
communicated to the girl

He then recalled it was a game night - Jets vs. Patriots. He just had
to invite his buddies, and let them be served by his new in-house maid...
He figured that was how he'd explain the presence of the gorgeous Cindy,
ready to do his bidding at any time. He just had to make sure the girl
bought an extremely revealing and kinky maid costume right away...

Preferably one that would be couple sizes too small for her gorgeous
body...

"Yup" Tony said to himself... "This is one fuckin' hell of a tip...!"

Cindy Silver Eyes

http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes

cse1986@rocketmail.com

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