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School Girl Slave
By Fantasy Stories

Signing the Contract

From his parent’s bedroom window Richard watched Janet
kiss her mom goodbye as she and Janet’s dad headed off to
work at eight thirty. The night before he’d been able to
check her diary entry after she went to bed so he knew
that she was planning to spend the day at home by
herself, watching TV and working on her tan. Gathering
the evidence he needed for part one of his plan he headed
downstairs and over to Janet’s place.

As he raised his finger to the doorbell he realised that
his hand was trembling which was not surprising the way
his stomach was feeling. There was a moment of
hesitation as his fear almost overpowered him but then he
pressed, committing himself to actually doing it. As he
waited he kept rehearsing what he wanted to say, but when
she finally opened the door, his mind went blank and all
he could do was stare.

“Oh, hi. What’d you want?”

“Ummm, I, ummm …”

He hadn’t been really close to her since the party and
he’d almost forgotten how really beautiful she was. And
she smelt amazingly fresh, like she’d just had a shower.
She had on an old loose T-shirt, a pair of baggy faded
shorts and was barefoot. The way the twin points of her
nipples poked out at him he was sure she didn’t have a
bra on. It took all his strength to stop from openly
staring at her tits.

“I said what do you want. Hello, anyone home?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. Um, I just need to talk to you for a
couple of minutes.”

“What? What about? Like I’m kind of busy Richard.”

It was still happening, she was still treating him like
shit. Pretending to be busy when he knew she wasn’t.
Well not for long, he’d make sure of that. He could feel
his resolve and his anger building, driving away his
nerves and fear.

“About these exam papers and a couple of other things.”

“What?”

Taking a big breath and looking her straight in the eye
he held out the copies of her and Marcia’s emails along
with copies of the exam papers.

“The exam papers that you and Marcia stole.”

Frozen in place she stared at him in shock as her world
turned upside down. Slowly her eyes dropped to the
papers he was holding before she reached out and snatched
them from him. She started rifling through them barely
reading each page as she recognised the emails she and
Marcia had sent back and forth. Finally she looked up at
him again, trying to put it together, to work out what
was happening, why he had the papers.

“Where did you … how did you .. oh shit … Richard where’d
you get these.”

“Umm, well I kinda hacked into Marcia’s computer and,
well you know.”

“So, like I don’t get it. What do you want?”

Suddenly it dawned on her that of course, he wanted in
when school started again. She’d have to make sure that
he hadn’t told anyone else and make him swear not to
spread it around but she was sure Marcia wouldn’t be too
pissed off.

“You want copies. Next term. Okay. Like I’d have to
talk to Marcia but, yeah, sure.”

“No, no, I don’t want that. No way.”

“I don’t get it. What then?”

“Well, you know. You. I thought that if we could, you
know go out and then, you know … do it. Then that’d be
it.”

Watching her eyes and face as she slowly comprehended
what he really wanted was fantastic.

“It? You mean sex? With you? You want me to have sex
with you?”

He just nodded at her, keeping his look as blank as he
could.

“You little shit. You disgusting little shit. How dare
you! I can’t believe that I used to like you. You’re
fucked. I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the
last person in the world. I wouldn’t even let you touch
me you jerk. How fucking dare you. How fucking dare you
think you can do something like this.”

Now he knew he would need all his acting skills.
Dropping his eyes, he let his shoulders slump, trying to
make himself look like he was feeling really awful for
what he’d just done.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I just thought. You’re right, I’m
a shit. I should have known you wouldn’t have sex with
me. I’m sorry.”

By now he was backing away.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this. If you don’t then
I won’t tell about the cheating. Okay. Please Janet.”

“Okay. And you’d better not or I’ll tell everyone what a
shit you can be.”

“I won’t. And I’ll give you the rest of the stuff I
printed off if you promise not to tell. I’ll have to get
it together so if you come over in half an hour I’ll have
it for you.”

Not waiting for a reply he turned and half ran across the
lawn and through the gate to his place. Now it was up to
her and he was ninety percent certain that she would come
over to his house. When she did then he knew he had her
and if she didn’t, then at the very least he’d get back
at her by actually reporting her for cheating. With luck
he’d be able to convince people that he hadn’t demand she
have sex with him because after all she had no proof.

As she watched Richard head to his house Janet started
shaking and the emails fell from her hands, fluttering to
the floor. For a second she stared at them before
slamming the door shut and leaning up against it, hugging
herself as she tried to calm down. Eventually the shakes
stopped and she was able to think clearly again.
Gathering the emails up she headed to her room. First
thing she had to do was delete all copies on her computer
and also clear her ICQ history. There was no one she
could call to talk this through or get around to support
her when she went over to Richard’s so she’d just have to
do it herself.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
How dare he, how dare that little shit even think that
she’d have sex with him. When she saw him she’d really
let him have it. Looking over at her alarm clock she
realised that it was almost thirty minutes, time to go
and get the rest of the emails he’d stolen. She was
about to leave when she realised that she’d feel even
tougher with him if she wore something a bit better than
the T-shirt and shorts she had on. Soon she was dressed
and feeling her normal in command self. Slip on sandals,
short skirt and one of her fav designer T-shirts.

As she walked over to his house she could feel her power
rising. She’d show him, really rip into him. Reaching
his front door, she practically broke it down as knocked.
When there was no answer after a couple of seconds, she
knocked again, not stopping till he opened it. Brushing
past him she stormed into the house and turned to face
him.

“How fucking dare you. How fucking dare you think you
could do this to me you little shit. I wouldn’t even let
you touch me so I’m sure not going to have sex with you.
Ever. So give me that stuff and never, ever talk to me,
or even look at me again. Because if you do you’ll be
real fucking sorry!”

She stood glaring at him, one hand on her hip, the other
stretched out as she demanded the papers and computer
disks he had in his hand.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have done this. Here, I’ve
written a kind of confession.”

Handing her the package he waited while she glanced down
and then started reading the top page.

‘Mr. Johnson,

In this package there are computer disks and printouts
which concern Janet Sheen. I thought that I could use my
knowledge about Janet’s cheating which I’d learnt from
reading her emails and her diary to make her have sex
with me whenever I wanted. To make her my sex slave.

As well as proof of her cheating, the diary also has
stories about her masturbating, watching a porno movie,
getting drunk, smoking dope and what she really thinks
about the people she knows.

I realise that what I was planning is wrong and I will
face whatever penalty I am given for this. What Janet
has done is a serious crime and the school, her school
friends, her parents and others should be told so they
can decide her punishment.

So I am presenting this evidence, including a full copy
of her private diary with this letter.

I am also emailing a copy of her diary to our classmates.
It is important that they know the full details of what
she has done.’

Her diary! As she read the letter her world totally
disintegrated. He’d read her diary. This was the most
totally humiliating, the most devastating thing she could
ever imagine. When she’d finished it she just stared at
it, her neck and face burning red with embarrassment, her
mind blank, not knowing what to do. Finally he broke the
silence.

“So, I’m sorry, but I have to do this. It’s the right
thing to do. I’m not sure what they’ll do to you. I
guess they’ll expel you and you’ll probably have to
repeat the year because your exams will all be
disallowed. Anyway, that’s your copy.”

“No, no. Richard, you can’t. Please.”

“But like I said in the letter, I have to. It was wrong
of me to think that you’d let me have sex with you but
what you’ve done is even more wrong. And like you said,
you won’t even let me touch you let alone have sex with
you. So I’m sending this off.”

Nothing mattered, only stopping him. Anything he wanted
she’d do now. Having sex with him was infinitely better
than letting anyone else read what was in the diary. She
was so embarrassed, so humiliated knowing that he’d read
it that she couldn’t even look at him. The thought that
all her friend could read it was impossible to imagine
let alone allow it to happen.

“What if I did it? Richard?”

He was still keeping his voice down, sounding sincere yet
troubled but it was an effort to keep it like that now.

“Did what?”

“Let you have sex with me.”

“You mean you’d be my sex slave.”

Fighting to keep the look of total disgust off her face,
as she started to realise that she needed to be a lot
more careful with the way she treated him, she managed to
look up at him and put on her very best smile.

“If you promise to tell no one and give me all that stuff
then … I’ll have sex with you. Once.”

He looked at her for a moment, for the first time letting
his gaze travel over her amazing body without feeling
that he had to hide his interest.

“Umm, no. It would have to be more than that. Really.”

“Okay, twice. You can do it twice.”

“Ummm. I don’t know. I really want to have sex with you
but … no, I’m sorry. I don’t really think it’s worth it
unless you agree to be my sex slave. Especially after
what you said.”

Turning around he picked up another package which was in
a large envelope.

“Here it is. Mail for the principal. Sorry Janet.”

As he moved to the door, she almost leapt at him,
grabbing his arm to stop him. Any bravado was gone,
replaced by fear and desperation.

“NO. Please you can’t. No, it’s not fair. Richard,
please don’t. I’m sorry about what I said. I’ll make it
up to you somehow. I’ll pay you. I’ve got a few hundred
dollars you can have. What about that? And you can
sleep with me.”

“Sorry, I don’t want your money. It’s not really worth
it unless … you know, it’s all. Sorry.”

Pulling his arm free he walked out the door, heading down
the path to the front gate, waiting for her to stop him
again, waiting for her to completely give in. By the
time he was half way to the gate he realised that he’d
blown it, that she wasn’t giving in. He tried to think
of something else he could do but his mind was blank and
an immense feeling of disappointment welled up in him.
He could pretend to post it, let her suffer for a few
days, or maybe he should turn around, tell her he’d
changed his mind and that if she let him fuck her he’d
give her the stuff back. At least that way he’d get one
fuck.

The further he got from her the more her life seemed to
disappear until finally she knew there was no choice.
She couldn’t face the world with everyone knowing what
was in her diary.

“Okay … Richard? RICHARD.”

For a second she thought he wasn’t going to stop but then
he was turning back to her.

“Yes?”

“I’ll do it.”

Slowly he walked back to her, his heart starting to pump
with the excitement. It was going to happen. Somehow he
hadn’t really thought it would. To have fantasies about
it were one thing but to actually have it happening, to
have the most beautiful girl he knew saying she would be
his sex slave was far beyond anything that he thought he
could really achieve. YES! Although he wanted to leap
in the air, to whoop and holler, he didn’t. Control he
thought, have to keep in control, have to make sure that
she knows who’s in charge all the time. Then he was
standing in front of her again.

“You’ll do what?”

She glared at him. She might have to be his ‘sex slave’
but she wasn’t about to say it.

“You know, what you want you little shit!”

“What I want is for you to tell me exactly what you are
going to be and to never call me a ‘little shit’. So
let’s start again. What will you do?”

She still glared at him. There was no way she was going
to say it. She could cope with not calling him a little
shit because she’d just think that anyway but she
couldn’t say ‘sex slave’.

“Look you know what I’ll do so stop being stupid.”

“Nope, I didn’t think you really meant it. See ya.”

Turning, he headed back down the path. This time he’d
only gone a few steps when he heard her running after
him. Then she was standing in front of him blocking his
way.

“No, Richard, don’t please. I’m sorry. I do mean it.
I’ll say it. Please don’t go.” She took a big breath.
“I’ll, I’ll be your … your sex slave.”

For what seemed like an eternity they stared at each
other until finally she dropped her eyes, slumping her
shoulders.

“Go back inside and wait for me.”

As she walked she could feel herself trembling. He’d won
and now she was going to have to do whatever he wanted.
This morning she’d woken bored but feeling okay and now
she was about to have sex with Richard. Unbelievable.
Once inside the house she stopped, unsure where to go,
hoping that he wouldn’t say the bedroom. Maybe he’ll
tell me it was all just a stupid game she thought but
when he spoke any hope of that quickly disappeared. As
she heard the door close behind her it felt as if she was
being locked away.

“As my slave you will call me Master. You will obey me
instantly, no questions, no hesitation, no matter what I
tell you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“No, you have to say ‘yes Master’, okay?”

“Yes Master.”

“Okay. Now I printed out a kind of contract last night
that I think you should sign. Just to make it official
you know. Come on, it’s in my room.”

Walking past her he headed down the hall to his room.
Over the years she’d spent lots of time in there before
she’d told him she couldn’t play with him anymore. It
had always been a place for fun and games, but now it was
a place for fear.

When she got to his room he was over by his computer,
holding a piece of paper out to her. As she took the
paper from him she checked out the room which was
different from the last time she’d been in it. He now
had a double bed and there were lots of posters of half
naked girls like Pamela Anderson on the walls.

“Read it.”

i janet sheen hereby agree to be the sex slave of Richard
Marks, my Master, until such time as He shall tire of me.
As His sex slave i will live by the following creed and
rules.

1. i am a sex slave and nothing more.

2. i will not speak without my master’s permission

3. my only desire is to serve, obey and please my
Master.

4. i worship my Master's body.

5. i acknowledge that i am nothing more than an object -
an instrument to be used by my Master for his pleasures.

6. i acknowledge that my body and mind is the property
of my Master.

7. i will never again masturbate without my Master’s
permission.

8. i will always thank my Master for all He gives me.

9. i will never hesitate when responding to my Master.

10. i will maintain my punishment book which will list
all the times i upset my Master with my disobedience and
thoughtlessness.

11. i will thank my Master for the discipline and
punishments i receive from Him.

12. i will always submit to my Master.

13. i shall wear the collar my Master gives me with pride
for it signifies His ownership of me and my devotion to
Him.

14. i will never look into the eyes of my Master without
his permission.

15. my head will remain bowed and my eyes will be cast
down in the presence of my Master.

16. my rightful "place" is on my knees before my Master.

17. i will always be ready to please my Master.

18. The opportunity to please my Master is very important
to me and i will take every chance to do so.

19. i will never reach orgasm without my Master’s
permission.

20. i will tell my Master when i need to be punished and
why.

21. i will tell my Master when i have been bad.

22. i must never show disrespect for my Master in any way
- no matter where i am - in his presence or not.

23. The needs of my Master are more important than my
own.

24. i am allowed to suggest ways to further my training
or use of me as long as i address my Master properly
first.

25. i will always respond fully both physically and
verbally to whatever my Master does with me.

26. i must always feel and act sexual - i am a sexual
being.

27. If my Master uses me to make love with - i will
aggressively respond.

28. i will not date others or form a relationship with
others without permission and approval from my Master. If
i should have sex with others i will have it safely and
will always tell my Master in detail the sex i have had.

When she finished reading it she took a second before she
handed it back to him.

“You’re a psycho. I’m not fucking signing that.”

“Hey, you said you’d be my slave. This just makes it
sort of official.”

“No way. You know what Richard? You can just get
fucked! This whole thing is fucked. Okay?”

She stood there glaring at him, daring him to do
anything, the anger rising once again. As he turned and
put the paper back on his desk she smiled, thinking that
she’d won. All she’d needed to do was be really strong.

“Okay. I guess you’d better go.” He sat at his desk and
started typing. “I’ll just start sending the emails with
your diary attached.”

Her focus shifted to the screen and she realised that he
had an email program up and there looked like there were
dozens on names in the address book, names she
recognised. She just stared, horrified at the reality of
what he was planning. He was actually going to do it, to
send her diary to everyone. She’d die!

“No. Richard. NO.”

He stopped typing and swung back to her, the contract in
his hand.

“You’ve got two choices. Sign or don’t. I couldn’t give
a shit anymore. If you don’t care if the world knows
what a cheat you are then piss off. Otherwise sign the
fucking contract. I’ll give you five seconds. One, two,
three, four …”

“Okay, alright, I’ll sign it.”

He put it back on the desk and held out a pen. Taking it
from him she signed down the bottom and then he added his
signature. Carefully folding it he put it away in the
desk and then turned back to her.

“I want you to kneel on the floor over there, facing the
bed.”

The bed! She looked at him for a second, knowing she was
probably going to have to do things that were far worse
that kneeling on the floor. Moving over to where he’d
pointed she knelt, crossing her arms protectively over
her tits, sullenly waiting for him to start mauling her.

“Knees apart.”

Glowering at him, she reluctantly she inched them apart.

“Further. Keep going till I tell you to stop.”

Now she was starting to feel embarrassed as she pushed
her knees further and further apart, unable to stop her
skirt creeping up, exposing more and more of her thighs.
It wasn’t until her knees were almost two feet apart and
her skirt was almost at the top of her thighs that he let
her to stop.

“Okay, now sit back. No, not on you heels, I want your
bum on the floor. Your feet should be in line with you
knees. That’s right. Now put your hands down on your
legs like this.”

She looked up at him and he had his palms flat on his
thighs. Slowly she did what he said, placing her hands
half way up her thighs, taking the opportunity to tug her
skirt down as much as she could, glad that at least she
could defy his perving a little bit.

“Pull your shoulders back. Come on stick your tits out.”
She hesitated, unable to do what he said, not prepared
for him to talk to her like that. “Do it I said, come on
slave.”

She could feel her face burning as she pulled her
shoulders back, pushing her boobs out, for the first time
in her life feeling like they were a liability, not the
asset she always considered them.

“Good, but I’ll have to punish you for that later. Here
write it down in your book.”

He held the book out to her, almost daring her to refuse
to take it.

For a second she hesitated but as far as she was
concerned the book was just another of his sicko
fantasies so she took it from him. And it meant that she
could hunch her shoulders forward, hiding her boobs from
him again. Stuff you, she thought!

“Write ‘Refused to properly display my tits’.”

Glaring at him she reluctantly opened the book and wrote
it down.

“Good, now give me the book and put your hands back where
they should be and make sure your tits are sticking out.
Keep your head up but look down at the floor. Do it!
Excellent. See you can be a good slave girl!”

By now his blood was pounding, his cock felt like it was
going to explode and he was having trouble breathing he
was so excited. She looked so sexy kneeling there with
her big tits sticking out, begging to be squeezed and her
skirt was so far up her beautiful thighs he could almost
see her crotch. He so wanted to rip her clothes off and
start fucking her on the floor, to finally find out how
good it would be to have his cock inside a cunt. But he
knew that it would be even better, even more satisfying
if she was begging him to fuck her, if he could really
make her a slave. So he stood behind her, taking some
deep breaths, determined to continue with his plan.

“This is your ‘at ease’ position. Now put your hands
behind your back. In the small of your back. Keep them
open with one wrist resting on top of the other. Eyes on
the floor, tits out. Good.”

It looked like her hands were tied up with one resting on
top of the other. The only problem now was that she was
still clothed, but not for long.

“And this is your ready position. Whenever I come into a
room or approach you this is the position you will
instantly assume unless I tell you otherwise.
Understand?”

She knew that he expected her to answer but it was really
difficult to say anything to him other than fuck off.
But she was still conscious of all the damming
information he had about her. So she said the words, but
she made sure he knew how she felt. He might be able to
make her do things but she’d make sure he knew she
thought he was a total arsehole.

“Yes … master.”

“You know I don’t like your tone. Way too much attitude.
If that means you’re rethinking our arrangement, you’d
better tell me. Otherwise I’d suggest you learn how to
show me a lot more respect or you’ll be spending all your
time writing down punishments. Now say it again, slave,
with respect.”

The panic well up in her again and this time she did her
best to make him believe her.

“Yes master.”

“That’s much better.”

He moved to the bed and sat down, facing her. This is it
she thought, he’s going to fuck me and for a second the
tears welled up in her eyes as she realised that her
virginity was going to be taken by him, that he was going
to rape her.

“I should explain the importance of this position. It
says that you’re body is totally available to me, that
it’s mine to do with as I please and that you won’t try
to stop me. So you stay in that position till I tell you
to relax and then you can go to the ‘at ease’ position or
do whatever else I tell you to do. Like now. Now I want
you to take your top off.”

She knew this had to come so it was no surprise.
Unclasping her hands, she tugged the T-shirt out of the
waistband of her skirt and then crossing her arms over,
took each side and started pulling it off over her head.

This wasn’t going to be the first time that he’d seen her
partly naked as he’d often watched her and her friends in
their bikinis at the pool. But this was the first time
it had happened in his room, it was the first time he’d
been in a position where he could watch without worrying
that he’d be told to stop perving.

He was transfixed as the T-shirt slowly rose up,
revealing her narrow waist, cute belly button and her
lightly tanned mid-riff. Then it seemed to catch on the
underside of her boobs and she had to tug to get it to
clear them. She was wearing a white bra that was frilly
on the top and showed the swell of her boobs and lots of
the cleavage. Her nipples were hidden but still obvious
from the twin bumps at the front of the bra cups. All
too soon the T-shirt was off and she was holding her arms
across her boobs, using the T-shirt to cover them.

“Give it to me and then back to your ready position.”

She reached out with the T-shirt and then reluctantly put
her hands behind her back, wishing now that she’d worn a
sports top which would have covered her boobs a bit more.

“Oh yeah, nice tits … real nice. Now, take off the
skirt, give it to me and then go back to your ready
position, slave. No, you don’t need to stand, I’m sure
you’ll be able to do it kneeling down.”

There was a button and a zip at the back of the skirt
that she easily undid. Then she had to push and wriggle
to get it down her legs and off as she stayed kneeling on
the ground. It made her boobs jiggle inside the bra and
as she bent over he got a real good look at the valley
between her boobs. Then his focus went to between her
legs where a pair of pale blue panties were covering her
cunt. They looked faded, old and had a lacey trim. The
most exciting thing was the strands of blonde pubic hair
that were peeking out on one side.

As she struggled to pull the skirt over her feet, her
sandals became caught up in it and were pulled off,
falling to the floor behind her. She held out the skirt
and when he took it she resumed the position. Now, with
her skirt off and her legs spread wide she really felt
exposed and vulnerable. As she stared at the floor she
saw where her pubic hair was showing and she felt her
face flush as she hoped he wouldn’t notice. Vain hope,
she knew because she had no doubt that soon he’d be
demanding that she take off her panties.

“Let’s see, what next? Bra or panties? Bra I think. I
want to see your tits.”

She brought her hands up to the catch at the back of her
bra and suddenly she was shaking and the tears started
rolling down her cheeks as, through her sobs, she begged
him and brought her hands around, covering her breasts
and bringing her knees together.

“Please Richard, please don’t do this. You can’t. It’s
not right. Please. I can’t do it. Richard.”

She looked up at him, her cheeks wet and her big,
beautiful blue eyes now red from her tears, as she
pleaded with him. And he felt his cock getting even
harder as he realised how much power he really had over
her. Even if he wanted to stop, his cock wasn’t going to
let him. More than ever he wanted to break her, wanted
to humiliate her for the way she’d treated him over the
last three years.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at her and eventually
she dropped her eyes as she managed to control her
sobbing. Now she knew that this wasn’t going to stop,
and she felt exhausted and wanted to collapse and roll
into a tiny ball.

He wasn’t sure what to do next, either get her back in
position or get her to write in the punishment book.
Probably best to do the punishment book first.

“Here. I think you have a few things to enter. Take
it!”

Reaching out she took the book, opening it up, holding
the pen ready to write.

“Refused to show tits to my master … spoke to my master
without permission … didn’t show proper respect when
talking to my master … didn’t stay in my ready position …
tried to hide my tits from master with my arms … Okay
that probably covers it.”

Because he had to wait between each punishment for her to
write it down, it was taking quite a long time and he was
getting impatient to get on with it, impatient to
actually fuck her. But just as he was about to take the
book back from her he realised there was one more and he
knew just what the punishment would be for it.

“I almost forgot. Write down, tried to hide cunt from my
master.”

Her hand was shaking again as she wrote the last one
down. Cunt. It wasn’t a word she used and certainly not
one she’d ever written.

“Give me the book. Now get in position. Your legs were
further apart than that weren’t they. Better. Come on
stick your tits out. Okay, now this time I want you to
ask me for permission to take off you bra.”

There was a moment of confusion where she almost started
taking off the bra before she realised what he’d said.
Then she almost panicked as she tried to work out what to
say.

“Umm, can I take off my bra … master.”

It wasn’t a very convincing ask and she’d almost
forgotten to say master, but he didn’t want to waste any
more time with her writing down punishments at the
moment.

“Not very convincing. So if you don’t want me to fucking
rip if off for you try again slave. Try to fucking
convince me that you really want it off!”

It was the first time he’d raised his voice and suddenly
she was scared.

“Please master, please let me take off my bra for you.”

“Okay slave, take it off.”

Her hands moved up and undid the clasp and she peeled the
straps down her arms, letting a male see her breasts for
only the second time. Her left hand went behind her back
again as she held the bra out to him with her right hand.

He took the bra from her, barely registering that she was
keeping herself in the ready position. He was in heaven,
staring at her perfect globes, better than anything he’d
ever seen in magazines or on the net. They were so big
he’d expected them to drop down, hang low but they didn’t
sag at all, defying gravity as they sat high on her
chest, tanned across the top and white underneath. And
the nipples were dark red and looked thick, sitting out
from the slightly lighter aureoles, staring straight at
him, practically begging him to suck and bite them. The
aureoles were really amazing, like little mounds that sat
on top of her tits. He wasn’t sure how long he sat
there, her bra in one hand, awestruck by her tits.
Finally his gaze dropped down to her crotch.

“Take off the panties.”

There was no hesitation this time and she was obviously
learning as she struggled to pull them off and stay in
her kneeling position. She did have to bring her knees
together to get them off but as soon as they cleared her
feet she spread her knees, once again holding her hand
out for him to take the clothing form her.

It was impossible to see anything more than her pubic
hair as she took them off but once they’d gone and she
was spreading her legs again, he got his first view of
live pussy. Her blonde pubic hair was sparse and looked
like it was very fine. There was a sort of tuft of it
and then below that were her cunt lips. The most
exciting thing was her inner lips which as her legs
opened, peeked through, sort of a coral red colour and
crinkled.

She had never been so embarrassed, so humiliated in her
life as he just stared at her, looking at her most
private part. Finally he stood up but instead of coming
to her he went over to his desk. When he came back, she
could see that he had some kind of leather strap that he
held out to her, waiting for her to take it before he sat
back down on the bed.

“Here. This goes round your neck. Make sure you lock
it. It’s your slave collar and I’m the only one with the
key.”

It was made from soft black leather, was about an inch
wide and had six rings on it as well as a tiny padlock on
the clasp. Wrapping it round her neck she easily locked
it in place, once more thinking how stupid this all was,
even in the midst of her embarrassment.

He sat there, staring at her as she put the collar on,
fascinated with the way her breasts flattened slightly as
her hands went behind her head and then rounded out again
as she resumed her ready position. He knew he should get
on with it, that he should fuck her, but something kept
holding him back. Suddenly he realised what it was. For
at least the last three years he’d be jerking off with
fantasies of Janet and they weren’t just about fucking
her, they were about her begging him, about her
submitting to him completely. But she wasn’t ready for
that yet. Even if she did beg, she’d only be pretending.
He knew he’d have to push her a lot further before she
really started to submit to him.

“Okay, crawl over here and suck my cock. Show me what a
great cocksucker you are!”

It was happening! Sex. And not just normal sex. She
looked up at him, almost in shock at his words and once
again the tears started flowing and before she could stop
herself she was begging him to let her go.

“Please don’t. Richard, please. I can’t. Please I just
want to go home. I’m sorry that I cheated.”

He let her blubber for a few minutes, enjoying the
spectacle of her jiggling tits as she knelt there, wiping
the tears from her eyes. Finally she stopped and only
the sound of her heavy breathing filled the room. He got
up from the bed and went to his desk, returning with a
nine foot lead. She jerked her head as he clipped it
onto one of the rings on her collar but she didn’t try to
stop him.

“After that little outburst I think that it’s time for
your first punishment session. Come on slave.”

End Chapter 2 / Chapter Three.

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