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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT
read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly
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Blushing
By Richard
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Blushing, part 9
Over the next month I continued to train you in your new life as a submissive. While there were
long discussions the things that stood out were the following:
I stayed over at your house at least four nights a week and gave you continued training in the
use of collar, leash, and bondage techniques.
In the first week when the Children's Librarian asked if you and I were an item and you blushed
and said yes. That night I stripped you naked, put you over my knee and spanked you with forty swats
on each asscheek. I told you sternly that our private life was exactly that--"PRIVATE"--and that you
were to discuss it with no one unless you checked with me first. Between your sobs you said you
understood and asked for my forgiveness. I told you to lift your breasts by the nipples and I gave
you another 20 swats on the underside of your breasts. Hard stinging ones that made my hand ache as
throughly as your ass and tits. I then held you in my arms and told you that would be how I guaged
the severity of your punishments. That when my palms ached that it would be time to stop. You told
me you understood and we made gentle love on the couch in your living room. Although the lovemaking
was soft and careful, I made sure that your ass cheeks dragged every so often on the couch pillows'
seams.
Having you walk barefoot the blocks from your home to the library in the increasingly chilly
October air. You were told to carry your heels in your hands. When in the library doors you were
directed to go to the ladies' room and wash your feet in the sinks there. You mentioned to me how
difficult it was to wait barefoot while other women (some library employees) finished their business,
then pull your mid-calf skirts up so that you could clean the soles of your feet. You asked if you
could forgo the cleaning or wear your heels on the walk and I said no. Instead I directed you to go
to the farthest stall in the ladies' room, lift the lid and wash your feet in the toilet bowl. Dry
them with toilet paper and put your heels on your feet. You groaned when I told you this but five
minutes later I saw you in your bathroom, raising your skirt to see how high it would have to go to
allow you to do this. For the rest of October this was your routine.
Making you donate your low-heeled shoes and all tennis shoes save one pair (low-cut and plain
white) to a church charity, then buying you shoes with three inch heels to wear to work. The night
we bought them I had you model them with nothing else on, then had you take each pair and fuck both
your pussy and ass with the heels and toes so that each day and every day you would hear the clicking
of your heels on the floor and know that each pair of shoes that you owned had been inside you. That
you had cum on your shoes, then sucked them clean.
I did not change your work dress as I found them quite attractive but I did forbid you to wear
panties to work except during your period. Even those were mere wisps of material (no g-strings, but
quite small, nonetheless), used only to prevent your pads from accidently dropping to the floor.
I bought you a set of anal beads and each morning before work I would watch you hike your skirt
up, insert half the string into your ass hole (your soft grunts and reddened face were always a
delight), then pull it tight across your crotch and tuck the remaining beads into your pussy. You
were allowed to remove them only for the purpose of relieving yourself. Afterwards they were
replaced immediately. On occasions where I fucked you during the daytime the beads remained in your
pussy. On Sundays, when we went to church, you inserted the beads as usual in your ass but the
remaining length was simply left dangling, flipping back and forth between your thighs and just
touching the tops of your knees. You were careful not to let the beads rattle on the hard wooden
pews as you stood or sat for the various rituals. You also took care to wear only dark skirts to
church so that wetness from your pussy would not show to parsioners behind us.
I usually insisted on bras for you but threw out all your old ones and bought you new lacy push
up bras. Each one a full size smaller than your old ones. One day a week you went braless and on
those days you wore a cleavage revealing sweater or blouse.
Each morning that I stayed over I would have you sit on the edge of your tiny kitchen table,
arranging your bath robe so that your naked ass sat on the edge of it. Then I'd have you lay back
and I would pull your robes front edges apart, so that your breasts, belly and pussy would be exposed
even though the robe's belt would still be tied and pulled taut just above your belly button. Then
you would spread your legs and hook your feet around the table legs at either side of the table. I
would have you reach down, between your legs, to pull your pussy lips apart. You would squirm doing
this, the skin exposed to me turning red and your pussy juices would begin to glisten in the light.
I would then sit down, tuck a napkin in at my neck and proceed to "eat" the first course of my
morning breakfast. Afterwards, I would have you lick the table clean.
While you had still not visited my home, I made you aware that you soon would and that a major
decision involving us both would then take place. When I told you this you shivered and looked down
at your hands, twisted together in your lap as you sat on the edge of your bed.
more to come suggestions please richarda11@hotmail.com