That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view.

“It seems like some here weren’t sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model.”

As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who’s eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush.

“I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would.” I replied.

The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise rendition of Suzie, in the same pose as the brunette ballerina had taken, but embellished with Suzie’s curvaceous sexiness, so when I glanced at the ballerina, sure enough, I saw her glaring at me. By then the rest of the class had fallen out laughing.

Sure enough, after class, Suzie came over to inquire if she could have the sketch…or a copy of it.

“That was some little stunt you pulled in there” she said laughing.

I gave her a wry grin and replied, “That ballerina makes me tired. What she needs is a good hard whipping.”

(it was because she loved twisting herself up into a pretzel every class, being excessively flexible, and as any artist knows, it’s hard enough to just draw someone’s weight-shift and shadowing properly if they’re just casually standing, leaning against a pole.)

Susie’s eyes widened and she said “From the way you said that I almost think you’d do it too.”

“In a heartbeat” I said, “nothing new for me”

“You’re kidding right?” she stared with an intensity I almost thought she might be finding it a turn-on. I just looked back at her, deep in her eyes then, but by the time I looked away, she knew I wasn’t joking.

Though I’d made up my mind to not let her have the picture, I found myself utterly enchanted while looking into those big green eyes, and was amazed to hear myself saying;

“I drew it for you, but we have to get a proper frame and mat for it first.”

So it was on this lame pretense I managed to entice her back to my apartment I shared with 2 other girls I worked with, and was very close friends with, platonically, as my own preference. Despite some tension with them by seeing the likes of Suzie walk in, she and I sort of hit it off, and I soon found myself listening to her complaints and concerns about her boyfriend, as we hung out and chatted after art class on my stupid waterbed, smoking pot.

By the 4th visit, we had become intimate friends, but she had flatly refused me now 3 times in long steamy chats on my bed, wearing those miniskirts, and having no qualms about her good buddy – me, seeing up her dress yet again. Catching her naked in my shower handing in the towel, she didn’t flinch, smiled, and asked if I “liked her ass?”

“Hmmm, I need to come do a more thorough exam”, wiggling my fingers “Mind?”

She giggled and pushed me back, and said;

“I wouldn’t, but your hands are dirty, and I’m all clean”

Fucking pastels from drawing class!

Then, next visit, I was over-zealous, and after running my hand up her thigh, saying “fire-truck” jokingly, she got upset, stood up, and said,

“STOP!, Dont be an ass! I want you too, but I wont cheat, and I’m not trying to tease you, but I know I do, and I know you like it, and I like that you do. Guess I can’t come anymore!!

“I don’t want that” I said.

“Obviously”, she said wryly, letting her eyes drift down to the large bulge of wood in my pants. “I’m so sorry” she said sincerely, and “it’s just as hard for me.”

“How so?” said I caustically.

She stood up again, lifted her mini skirt, pulled her panties down and for the first time ever said “Go ahead, feel” she was visibly dewy but I felt anyway, and said;

“Liar, hard my ass, you’re dripping wet.” she laughed the most tear filled, cutest laugh ive ever heard, and asked,

“Don’t either of your pretty roommates have sex with you?”

“I haven’t, and won’t, but I doubt even you believe that one,” I said, “…since they’ve cost me 3 really cute girlfriends already, but it’s platonic.”

She had yet to push my hand from her wet, blond patch, surrounded by tanned skin the like of which I’d never seen. Finally, there was her G-spot. No wonder her stupid boy friend couldn’t get her off…way up deep. Yes…she began heavy sighing and asked,

“What on earth are you doing?”

Joe, (her bf, who didn’t seem to care if she ever came she’d complained) She came after only 5 or so minutes….first time with a man (I learned later)…came again..(love it when honey drips down the legs.)

“Turn around and face the wall now” I ordered her, just to see what she’d do. As I suspected she would, she did first, then said “what for?”

“This” I said, pulling my woven leather belt from my pants, putting its tip back thru it’s buckle then roughly grabbing one of her wrists. She tried to wrestle it away, but didn’t make a sound, and I used a little of my old martial arts to quickly shove her into the wall. Her big breasts, could be seen squished into the wall. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, standing very close to her face, and said in a cold stern confident voice:

“Cross your wrists behind your back…”

“Uh…no.. she quietly said in a whispery almost mocking voice I’d never heard from her, but then I pulled her hair hard, further back and up at the same time. “Ahhh!!” she cooed, still not very loud..

“NOW!!” I said very close to her hear suddenly, knowing it would startle her.

“Okay!” she replied, wincing at her hair being pulled so hard, and dutifully crossed her wrists as I’d bid her. I slid the belt loop around them no sooner than she’ crossed them, cinched it tight, then made a secure double square knot from the excess belt, then took her by the hair again, and started kissing her for the first time. She tried to turn away at first, seeming unsure she wanted to, but pulling her chin back towards me, and holding her head in place with my other hand, I was soon kissing the lips I’d fantasized about many times. I took my fill of what I wanted there, and could tell she’d never had a man get physical and overpower her even slightly as I had. She was panting when I let her come up for air, and said “ok let me go now, I need to go” I spun her around, slammed her back against the wall just hard enough where I knew it hurt a little, and just as she opened her mouth to say “Owww”, I had both hands at the top of her blouse, grasped firmly and tore it open, buttons flying.

She looked at me eyes wide and disbelieving, and opened her mouth again to protest my ripping of her nice blouse, but I’d already grasped the clasp of her front clasp bra, since she’s told me once she wore them because the bf liked them. Seeing her breasts for the first time I was amazed at their size, and with her eyes even wider at my utter audacity, I took one of her nipples and pulled her towards me with it…only a few inches, then we were face to face…

“I’m sorry” I said in mock politeness, “did you just say something?”

“Yes, let me go now, I need to g—–aaaaaaiiiooowww!” she trailed off, me pinching her nipple so hard she couldn’t finish…

“Ow! please..ow..ow…please stop…ow!, OOOH!!” giving her now protruding nip a series of tugs and twists.

Then I stopped abruptly, knowing this was too much for any first timer.

After a sec she got bold, and started babbling and talking fast and nervous about how she really had to go and I should untie her, and blah blah, till i walked over and did a fake, like I was about to backhand her, but didn’t'… she stopped. scared.

“Shut up you little tease, you go when I say, I got plans for you, so you stay for now….or else.

“You’re going to rape me aren’t you?!”

Then I slapped her hard.

“Bitch!”(I’d never called this girl anything even uncomplimentary) “So is that what you think this is, and what I am?”

“No I—I’m just scared…and I’m… “her mouth turned town to the cutest pout, and her eyes looked so betrayed my heart melted. I went close and embraced her gently, slowly, as her naked body felt the roughness of my clothes. She was breathing deeply and her eyes followed mine, as I’d always dreamed they would ..needy, wanting me…her, this fucking blonde goddess. I kissed her gently and she kissed me back, and my hand wandered to her bare pussy…still quite wet, so I knew then this girl in my arms was on an adventure, but still scared to leave. She needed me to make her, to take her, but was uncertain if she could trust me to make it good for her.

I whispered in her ear “I know you’re loving this aren’t you?”

Big sigh and laying her head on my shoulder.. “God yes! ..it’s just, unexpected.”

“Just do as I say, and trust me babe, you’re not ready for all this cruelty, but you have to obey or it will be”

“Will you?” I asked

“Yes”

I smacked her ass so hard she shrieked.

“What did you say slave?”

“Yes…Sir?” as she said it she gave a throaty inhale with a sort of reedy voice of a girl saying that for the first time, and who had always wanted to, and always dreamed of a man enslaving her.

“You are mine till I release you, slave”

“Yes Sir”

Reaching between her legs, now soaking wet. “All of you”

“Yes Sir” she said shuddering.

Embracing her again, “There is no guilt, shame, or remorse here, except what I give you, slave”

“Yes Sir” So sweet and whispery was her voice becoming, I knew i’d end up wanting her, and I’d made my mind I’d not…not this first time.

“A slave has only one purpose and one goal, you must know it or suffer”

“Yes …S.Sir” she had no clue ..lol.

“Well?!” as I swatted her ass hard again…

“OOH!…I’m…to be good sir?”

Laughing, I swatted her ass harder, then again…”ahhh! ow! I…I don’t know sir!”

“Don’t move an inch slave”

“Yes Sir”

I went and picked out some lengths of ropes, got her heels, a blindfold , gag , a collar, a lead and a flogger..

I walked back, put the blindfold on, and instantly hated that I couldn’t see her beautiful eyes, but saw much more she had which was pleasing to the eye.

I put her heels on myself. Awesome legs ..best I’d ever seen. I slipped the loop of rope behind her elbows, and said “touch your elbows together”

She seemed surprised ..”WHA–Yes sir!” she arched and strained to do so, as I wrapped the length around, pulled it tight till they touched, “Ow!, that hurts” she complained, almost bitchy.

I picked up the flogger and lashed one of her breasts hard “Shut up, goddamnit!”

“Yes Sir” she sounded almost relieved.

“You don’t talk again slave, or you get that gag. You won’t like it, trust me”

“Yes Sir” very quietly.

I then applied the collar to her beautiful neck. She didnt like it, she’d never dreamed, im sure…”Sir may I ask–”

“NO!!…quiet!…I warned you didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir” resume breathing hard, lower lip trembling and seemed very humiliated.

“Open up”

“But Si—mmmpgfh!”

Ball gag, quickly wrapped and buckled in back.

“Gnnnnnn-mmmmm!”she protested, face frowning for the first time.

I the attached a lead to the collar, and led her to the bath room, and said “you may now urinate” her head jerked sideways ..”mmmnnneeii??!” shaking head rapidly. I knew that would freak Miss never-done-anything-but-vanilla-sex-with-one-boyfriend right out…lol.

Standing behind her, i reached around and began to gently caress her breasts, to which she quickly responded with moans, leaning back against me. I could feel her fingers at my crotch, gently tugging at my pants. I knew what it meant ..as she could grasp me nowhere else. she was grasping for me, some gentle genuine reality of the me she thought she knew. All the teasing and standoffishness because “she had a boyfriend” were gone now. She just needed a man, a real man, and she was confused as to which seemingly real man was real. Being tied, the little girl I’d always known waited inside her was all there was. Willing to risk anything and take anything to find and feel what her boyfriend whom she desperately said she “loved” wasn’t giving her. She wanted me to love her…and was willing to allow herself to become enslaved to feel ..just loved. I sat on the toilet seat, and just looked at her…god she was a vision of bdsm loveliness like id never seen., back arched, tits high. Blonde pussy still wet, breathing with sexual frustration, laced with her first fear of the sexual unknown, since she lost her virginity. I reached over and turned on the bathtub faucet, to just let the water sounds fill her head, she turned side to side, wondering what was next. Body oil, which I’m sure she thought must be water, till she smelled its fragrance, I gently rubbed her with head to toe, and applied it generously till she gleamed like a Ferrari, and rubbed her tight muscles, whispering in her ear how she made the most beautiful slave on the planet, and how “this” was now mine, grasping her labia, to which she nodded in agreement, and “these” her oil covered boobs ..nipples totally distended, and these, firmly grasping her ass cheeks ..and smoothing more oil on them ..and then, knowing she suddenly feared i would, plunged my hand between her buttocks and entered her anus with my finger before asking “You’re a virgin here, aren’t you slave?

“mmm” she nodded her head, happy it didn’t hurt her in there, because of maximal lubrication. Her ball-gag had a metal eyehook id put in its ball for just what i then did, attaching it to a small clip hook above the towel rack, then sitting on the toilet seat, and pulling her ass back towards me.

“Stick your ass up high!” I said.

“eeermp!” she protested, again shocked at such unladylike directives., then “mmmg” realizing she couldn’t pull her head away from the hook, but with no idea why.

“NOT even close slut! i used the leather lead from her collar to sting her ass. “HIGHER and arch more, or Ill whip your pussy” More fearful muffled protests, and nothing she ever dreamed I’d say, and wanted to be angry and refuse to submit to it, couldn’t, being tied so tight, gagged, and aroused she suddenly realized, because I called her slut, another first.

“Higher still! Damn, you aren’t trying!…bitch spread your legs then”

she did and strained he ass up as high as she knew she could. quivering and whimpering. You must want your pussy whipped, right?

Arching a little more found a painful wince on her face, as she vehemently shook her head, actually still amazed at being threatened with a pussy whipping, but mostly scared of it…, but then my fingers were in her anus again, and she was just confused about that as everything else, but mostly feeling angry she wasn’t angry, and couldn’t have prevented any of this if she was.

I wiped some of the oils off her ass, and began gently threatening her, telling her she flunked her first slave quiz, and would soon be flogged for it.

Then I began to gently stroke her labia, and lightly kiss her beautiful upturned ass. As she soon began to moan, I was able to find wetness enough to cover all her inner ass, and my kisses began to land at the crevice, then around then back, but lower and then, knowing it would shock her little miss goody-goodysexual-naiveté, planted my tongue, deep in her anus. she inhaled sharply, made a show of seeming to dislike it…but i continued to hear her lower guttural moanings, and leaning back for a moment, saw she’d arched her ass up higher than I was able to force her to of her own volition. A rimmy is something of questionable necessity for many, especially women asked to give them, but once savored and enjoyed far longer than is seemly, one is loathe for them to end, and finds such leisure in the feelings of sexual arousal they amplify. She was just dangling from the wall hook by her tightly strapped gag now, and wantonly wagged her shiny ass toward the pleasures it kept finding. My favorite thing is giving it to prudish women who are humiliated by it, but cannot help but relish it, as anyone..

“You like this don’t you?” poking my tongue in deep.

“mmmMMM!”she moaned, as if while annoyed I’d asked, damn well did, but as any young girl who fears it, was worried I was just priming her for anal sex.

SLUT!, you are soaking, and it seems your ass craves more…..ha! such an easy little meathole I’ve changed you into..”

“Ngggmmm! more gagged protesting sounds, she didn’t like the sound of that “more” part I could tell.

“Don’t worry my little gaggle-of-holes-for-use, Ill not fuck your tight ass here till you beg me, and soon you will.”

“ngummmpfh! and tried to pull her ass away, when i grabbed it, and pulled it back to my face.

“That was dumb little cunt”, and she started to recoil from such talk, but couldn’t as I held her, but now started to bite.

Ahh! she cried over and over as my teeth bit soft butt-flesh, and my soaked fingers slipped inside her to her now very familiar spot. Soon she was writhing in fear of bites, as she hurtled toward her 4th orgasm there, while I now only nipped at the tenderest skin in her cleft with unforgiving teeth.

Her pelvis was now gyrating, and her legs quivered so sweetly, it was hard for me to say; “By the way my little pond scum princess, you’re not allowed to cum”

emmmggth?!!” she revolted sharply, knowing it was about too late, as did I.

With cock already out, I stood, and began rubbing it between her asscheeks, and her moaning approvals, Let me know she felt I’d read her mind.

“Ready to be my fucktoy now?”

She instantly bobbed her head, and to tease her, I began to poke it at her bung…and laughing ..as the cock-head began to push in and widen her anus, she squealed, “eeeennnng!”

I made pretense of making her assfuck me, and even grabbed her hair to yank her back saying “EVERY LITTLE HOLE YOU HAVE is mine! Isn’t it?…well slave?” The moment she began to nod, my well oiled thumb slammed deep into her ass, as I pulled her hair back hard, so she couldn’t squirm away. pushing with my thumb, i said “Move bitch!”

making her step forward, but not before I heard a familiar change in her panting, and felt her ass begin to rhythmically clench my thumb.

“That’s ok, you conniving little cum-slut, ill just add this to your punishment.”

mmmhhh! she was rasping repeatedly, in the throes of orgasmic waves,

So I unhooked her ball gag from the wall, raised her, and pulled it off her drooling mouth, and pulled her face toward mine by the hair, and as she winced at the pain of it, our lips met, and my tongue plunged deep into her mouth, and the thumb was shoved then gyrated, while she got my roughest most abusive kisses until her earth-shattering orgasm finally subsided. I could tell she’d found nirvana, and wanted to just lay and hold her, but just had to see that beautiful ass take its due.

So quivering she stood, and the flogger did its work, and watching her take it I marveled, since with no gag, she didn’t even protest, and just made “ungghh!” sounds with each stroke. As the last few came down, and her ass, now covered with pink welts, glowed, I said sternly:

“A slaves only purpose, is her masters pleasure, and enjoyment, and serving him.”

“Yes Master!” with enthusiasm, and respect, by switching to Master from sir on her own.

“Say it slave”

“A slaves only purpose, is her masters pleasure, and enjoyment, and serving him.” she repeated, as i whipped her lightly.

I removed her elbow ropes then, but left her wrists tied behind, and leaning against the wall, took her gently in my arms…light kisses and affection told her such as words could not, and I just waited, and she finally said “Oh my god…I so loved it Master!”

Giving her a wry grin, “I said, It isn’t quite over, as you came un-permitted slave” she looked strangely accepting, and I said, “take your pick, a blow-job or pussy-whipping”

She instantly dropped to her knees, and I’ll never forget the sweet way she looked up and asked “Master, will you teach me how, please?”

She was a mass of hormones and nerves when she left, and I could have easily taken it, but I knew better. Outdoing her boyfriend didn’t amount to shit. She loved him. He didn’t love her. All she wanted was for him to love her and marry her. I knew whatI had done with her would be hard to assimilate, living with some vanilla guy she thought she was in love with, and stealing another mans woman? Been there done that, and it was nothing I ever wanted again, but looks like hers always had the other man, always.

The tension was even starting with my roomies. Their trust and friendship was won by my never hitting on them, and they had both finally met a man who wasn’t just after sex. But no woman wants what I was doing done in her home, and when a woman who’s like the sun walks in, all the little stars must disappear. I was confused, depressed, but I knew it was just self pity. ..and why me? I know it has little to do with looks now, but then, I thought I just couldn’t get a total babe ever because I was a dork.

Bad eyes, thick glasses, scruffy, edgy, sarcastic….and the quintessential young man…resenting any beautiful woman who wouldn’t fuck me. Now, Suzie ..light-years out of my league. Yet she’ submitted, albeit ambivalently, I knew what we’d done together was fifty times better and more intense than anything vanilla boy had given her…So why? ..then I knew. I was just a badly needed release valve, nothing more. Couldn’t really blame her, or any woman of such seething passion. But I got pissed, then angry, not at her, or her boyfriend, or myself…but who?

God…motherfucker…who else. When I pray, I don’t seek a mental vision, I just know he listens…I ask for what I want, kneeling. Before I finish, I know it’s done, and the name of Jesus seals the deal. Don’t ask how I know. Hell I don’t know shit. I do know that I’ve done this every time. For a split second I know. I don’t wish, don’t hope, don’t do anything but know. I take no action based on knowing, but I never let my mind take any other question or doubt. Its weird, but that is in essence, faith. It kind of takes nerves of steel, but is kind of easy.

Two days later she called. my roomie handed me the phone and said:” “It’s Scuzzie”…loud enough so Suzie could hear. (lol, women) she asked why id been ignoring her at school.

“…was trying to be mad at you. then at what’s-his-name. then at myself…then you again, musical mad at people…stupid game. I lost.”

“No you didn’t,” she said, “I did, ..big fight, he wants me to leave….”

“Roommate’s having a Colorado Bulldog party tonight, come?”

“Can I bring an overnight case?” (Thank you Jesus!)

“Sure, long as there aren’t any clothes in it.”

“Ha-ha, don’t you like mini-skirts? …and lingerie?”

“Eewww!…fine, whatever, but then you gotta bring some Fuckme pumps too, and those handcuffs he laughed at you for buying.”

…When she arrived, she looked a fright, a basket case, just as I expected. In sweats, she mumbled something about not wanting him to think she was going to a party and that she’d dress upstairs….for me. I was tipsy on a couple of Colorado bulldogs, but not too drunk to know she was in need of a friend, and my prayers must wait. I made her a real strong drink, and got a Quaalude my roomie had, and when I got to my room, she already had on the hottest black party dress, and spikes…Jesus!, bent over doin’ her eyes, no panties…the girl was heart and soul, but her hands shook, and when I looked in her eyes, I had to turn away, so how much she hurt, wouldn’t hurt me.

“Here drink this” I said, handing her the milk, Kahlua, 4-5 shots of Vodka, a splash of coke, milkshake-sized “head howitzer”. That’s when I saw the bruise under her eye. Fucking bastard!….pissed, I rudely opened, and ransacked her suitcase. Handcuffs ….Good God!. dangling them from my finger, I walked back and said, “Are you really this tough?”

“Wha? ..you said…”

“Yeah right, I should use ‘em, and punish you bad…unless he’s in jail where he belongs!”

Throwing them on the bed, I said “Take off that dress, Dumbass.”

I walked across the hall and got my roomies giant bunny rabbit nightshirt…

“Scuzzie cant wear that” my roomie said, half joking.

“Shup, or I won’t let you see what she brought for you to wear, your size, and ultra sexy.”

Her eyes widened, I knew she’d wanted Suzie’s “look” and had enticed me several times in miniskirts…and was starting to scheme hard, not because I’m all that, but I’d made the mistake of hinting that I didn’t want to… and now needed to make her think I wanted to, to scare her off and things could get back to normal.

No sooner back in my room, a naked blonde vision stood sobbing, with the handcuffs on. I put the clothes down, walked to her and took her face in my hands and said.

“I know you know I can be cruel Susan, but this…”lightly brushing her bruised cheek “…please tell me where he is, he and I need to talk.”

“No, what you said first was more right, I’m the dumbass” then she looked into my eyes intently “Master, I need you again. Your guidance,,,(very hesitatingly) and punishment.”

God I was torn, her standing there again naked in spikes, handcuffs, and asking nicely. It was all I could do not to look down at her wondrous body, and just grab her and use her like a fucktoy…then again ..why didn’t I?

“Maybe later, but we’ve both been drinking, and I think you’ve had all the punishment from a man I want you to have today”, I said as I brushed her hair aside, and inspected her bruise again. “And once I do catch up to Mr. Dom-with-his-fists, know what?”

“What?” she asked apprehensively.

“You’re a dumbass and I’m not” I joked, she giggled.

“Stop…”she whimpered.

“Come here, dumbass”, I said, and led her toward the bed “Take this” the black pill was in my hand. “Thought you might want this. Turns you into a happy, horny, rip van winkle, you’ll want me to rape you, and whip you, but I won’t, ’cause you’ll be sound asleep before I get to 2nd base, …besides, you still haven’t paid for that last “massage and slave lesson”.

By the way she giggled, I could tell she was feeling the vodka, and wouldn’t have let her have the Quaalude normally, but such fucked-up shit happens to women’s heads when the man they love punches them out, it’s almost like she would have left him, but once he hit her, it made her nuts, thinking he really didn’t love her like she suspected, but since he hit her, maybe she had hurt him by saying…..that’s when I knew why he hit her…because of me and my stupid fucking massage bs,. duh!.

She had to somehow throw it in his face, and since I hadn’t fucked her, felt justified. I guess threatening and ridiculing his manhood was supposed bring it out finally, but had the opposite effect.

I took the handcuffs with her hands cuffed in them still and held them up and said, “I think we should keep these on you, In case I decide to punish you later, but for now, request denied. Drunken dumbasses aren’t worthy” she just giggled, looking up at me like she’d do whatever she was told.

“Lie down” I said, “I want you to take that” pointing at the pill.

“Yes Master” she did, got in my bed, and I tucked her in, and just sat caressing her gently, and we looked in each others eyes till her lids began to droop.

“Thank you…….Master” she said, just before she dozed off. I kissed her forehead and left her sleeping handcuffed, hoping I did the right thing. She was at a very fragile stage. I knew she hurt far more than she let on, and that to her, life, love men and the world were just a confusing mass if things that made no sense.

I took Suzie’s black hot-dress, after she slept, and teased teh roomies with the dress, and they both oohed and ahh-d, and asked why I had just the dress, and wasn’t getting any Suzie.

“She was unzipping my fly, and I came like a first timer, never made it to jack shit…” I lied,

“Wanna see the big mess I made?” I said, and started unzipping my pants, and they both scurried away grossin’ out, like chicks gotta do about such things. But then I chased Tracy the “Scuzzie” culprit around the apartment with my own cuffs, as they both were scared and giggly about my Dom-ness, and had almost sealed my fate with other women one too many times with idle gossip, so this “Scuzzie” business was the last straw.

By the time I cornered her in the kitchen, we were both out of breath, and I told her Suzie was mad at me because of her snotty “Scuzzie” comment, and she was gonna get cuffed, spanked, and give me a bj now “or else.”(She’d dumped her last screwy lil’ bf because he kept trying to be makin’ her swallow ..lol) She’d asked if mine tasted that bitter, and bitched about guys asking;

“Why do they all wanna get swallowed?”…blah blah. on and on…so after I clicked a handcuff on one wrist and she thought I was actually going to, she was about to cry, but couldn’t for giggling, and the other roomie was lmao on the couch. Before I let her up, she’d started to get scared and say;

“NO WAY NO WAY I HATE CUM!!”

Pinned against the stove, one arm cuffed behind her, thinking I’d really make her be a blowjob-swallow-slut, I turned on a burner to scare her, and said, “Ok then, I’ll let you go, under one condition.”

“What?!!”

“Quit being such a li’l smartass with the “Scuzzie” bullshit, and unless I get a hot bondage threesome with you two heartbreakers every night after work, mind giving a guy enough room to get some pussy?”

Both were shocked, and I get: “Threesome? we don’t say nothing to girls you date…!??”

“My ass, Suzie thinks I’m tappin’ both you anytime she don’t be here…gee, thanks!”

Then the phone rang, and some strange chick was asking bout Suzie, and of course, I was handed the phone, and so was Joe, Suzie’s boyfriend at the other end..

“Yeah Joe, Suzie’s asleep in my room, real upset because some chicken-shit motherfucker blacked her eye.” I said.

“Fuck man, who–”

“Don’t deny it, she doesn’t…. Fuckin’ pussy.”..

“Hey dickhead, mind if I talk to my fucking girlfriend.?” said he.

“Ill go wake her and ask”.. I went and made a drink, took a leak, exchanged more affectionate flip offs and sticking tongues out with the roomies, then ended up in a tussle for pinching Traci’s thigh (we wrestled, and play-fought far too much…she loved it…i guess it was like a sexual tension reliever or…whatever) ..as I’d hoped, waiting almost 10 minutes for me to get back to the phone brought out his angriest self:

“Finally!, she comin’.?”

“No.”

“What? did she say why?”

“Pretty sleepy, but I know why…”

“You do huh?…why?”

“Cause’ deep deep ….deep DEEP down….you’re *pause* CHICKENSHIT!”

“Look motherfucker, what’s your address ill come show you who’s…”

“I’ll be happy to see you, and will allow you to see her, but first, you gotta get past ME….then after I’m done seein’ if the big tough dental student can punk me out like he does his sweet girlfriend, who happens to really love him, since he has such a way with the bitch-slap. Hope you can bitch-slap me down like you’re so good at doing with the ladies, because if not, fuckin pussy, I’m gonna have every tooth outta your head before I’m done, so you can practice dentistry toothless.”

Then I said, “Still want my address pansy-ass??” (*click*) …as expected.

Well I was pissed, but I saw a pic of him later, not a big guy, but very wiry from a lotta sports…could’a punked me too maybe, who knows?, and it was the second time I’d played hero in one month, for a friend of the roomie, who’s husband decided, his Rocky Balboa impersonation on her head and elsewhere would make her love him more. Guess so, she went back to him.

Why do women always go back to guys who punch ‘em out?

After that of course, I had to then tell the roomies the truth on all of it, then joked it was all their fault, because I couldn’t have my threesome…lol. We sorta all made up, bonded, then they went to bed, and I decided to go sleep with a finally peaceful Suzie…

After I clipped a length of chain to the still sleeping Suzie’s handcuffs, I then pulled it taught so her arms were pulled over her head toward the top edge of the bed. She stirred a little, and opened her eyes and smiled, so I leaned over and kissed her and just said “you’re mine again”.

“Good Master” she sweetly replied, which had such an amazing emotional effect on me.

“Trust me now?” I asked, as I pushed her bangs out of her sleepy eyes.

“Completely Master” then added, “I loved being your slave, and this time I’ll do better, you’ll see!”

“Smart girl” I said, because I’m very tired, but in need of your sweet service slave. You perhaps should be scolded for being a dumbass, but I’ve decided that you were punished enough by whoever hit you, and want to continue training you how to please your Master, who now craves your affection, and warmth among other things”

“Anything Master!” she said sweetly.

I pulled the comforter back, and just looked at this woman, then more to see if she was learning my wishes. Sure enough, her heels remained on, and she was fully naked except for them. I smiled at her and said, “You’re learning quickly, and how did you know not to remove your shoes?”

I didn’t, but just knew you loved them, and hoped they’d make you ..want me when you came back.”

“They do, and I do, pretty slave”, and began caressing her breasts and making her sigh, as I continued, she just naturally responded, such a feminine, passionate, delicious young girl, who so many men dreamed of, and who didn’t belong to me, but who wanted to learn to please, and give more, im sure to find out if her natural submissiveness could be a way to be more to her brutal, insensitive boyfriend or any man. I knew she’d forgiven him for hitting her, and she knew I likely never would. I knew she was at a crossroads, and needed to see me as teacher and friend, instead of interloper. This night she would learn how she could be enjoyed just as a woman.

After much affection, kissing and caressing, and only looking deep in her eyes. She was still cuffed hands above, but was in my arms, and beginning to want to go to a more physical passion  I continued slowly, and my hands didn’t move below her breasts for some time, and when they finally did, I could tell she wanted them to badly, and wanted release, but dared not ask.

I pulled her toward me on her side, so my hands could take inventory, but shied away from any vaginal contact, and only touched her elsewhere. In circular patterns, her thighs in front, across her hips, gently reviewing her tummy, then back to her breasts. Gently, just feeling her, and as lightly as I could, although I was tired, and knew this was what she needed. I coaxed her womanly passion as slowly as possible, never rushing, or seeming to hurry. After many passes over her broad, regions, she seemed like she wanted just anything she could get from me, laying there cuffed, eyes closed, breathing heavily, lips now just staying parted fully, awaiting my next kiss, and finally gave me the subtle signal I’d been waiting for. Arching her pelvis, and hunching her hips forward, finally let me know it was time. and my hand moved to just over her pussy hair, and just stopped. and waited, lightly grazing her. She arched to meet hy hovering hand, then I moved it away, and repeated my previous caressing elsewhere. then same, again, arched more…moved away, and glancing at her face, saw the slight smile and seeming frustration of a woman being teased to her limit, but one who as a slave, knew she must wait for her Master.

As my hand finally entered her, she was flowingly wet, and having found her high place days back, had since figured out this woman was capable of experiencing far more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed. As my gentle rotating hand movements finally began inside her, I knew this time I’d properly prepared her, and her first waves of inner climax began shortly. Another followed soon after, but I knew as she did not, that with just the right touch and repetition of movement, and purpose, they would become more and more intense. Her 3rd climax told me we were almost there, and i said “hang on slave, gotta pee”

I returned with a towel, and put it under her, and went right back to work, and knowing it would make it better, detached the cuff from their rope, and pulled her arms around my neck. in just a few moments, she sighed heavily, and seemed to quiver, as her thighs involuntarily spread wider.

“Oh my god!” she said “Ohhh – my GOD!!” as she almost seemed to start to convulse. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and roughly pulled her lips to mine, as he began her most intense orgasm yet, She arched, and shook, and would have screamed I knew, but could not be released from my deep, enduring kiss. Surrendering her arms suddenly pulled me closer, and she kissed back like I just couldn’t believe, and my hand inside her almost slipped out, as the flood of her ultimate passion was finally released for the first time. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, but was but a 2 or 3 minute time till she finally crested and relaxed and was still kissing me sweetly. As our embrace released, she opened her eyes and looked at me with glazed droopy lids and said flatly, in a lower monotone “oh….MY …god!” I couldn’t help but laugh at her then, and knew the towel was likely soaked, and also knew she’d protest, as my hand began its simple work again.” No, not again” she said.

“Shhh slave!, trust your Master”

She tilted her head back, and sighed with resignation, “Yes Master, I trust you .. I do trust you!” and was soon taken back again not once but 2 times more.

By the last one I let my fingers wander to her half open mouth, which she wantonly sucked in making her wishes plain. I then pulled her cuffed hand from behind my neck, and just waited a moment to see what she’d do. She just smiled and started to ask me, but I put my finger on her lips, and gently pushed down on her shoulder.

She seemed bent on showing me she could give and incredible blowjob, and while I have had some better, her enthusiasm was so very memorable, just new at it, and with little trained gag reflex, she supplemented sweet licks and kisses, for such depths she could not take.

The last thing I remembered was wanting to pull her on top of me, and fuck her brains out. But sleep overcame me, and the sandman visited the warmest, incredibly sexy dreams, and when I finally awoke, I saw why. I was still in her sweet mouth, and once aware, became hard very quickly. It was incredible to watch her be awakened by it, and her response was to just suck to increase to needed depth. but I knew what she’d done, she likely had never dreamed of doing, and took her head gently and she began to move it toward mine. “You’re a very good slave, and incredibly beautiful”. i said.

” I gotta pee Master!”…lol it still makes me laugh to this day, the way she said it, so uncertain and so insecure.

“No, you may not slave….long pause…I’m kidding, but hurry, I really need to fuck your brains out.”

“Yes Master!” she said scurrying away…

When she returned, after popping out of the bathroom, getting her purse, and going back, she said “I started master” after crawling up on her knees beside me. I just looked at her, and her eyes locked on mine, and she said “You said I would, so I’m begging you now master…please…”

“For?”

Please fuck my ass, and as hard as you want, it’s yours now anyway, and I love that it is!”

The next hours and days were ultimately one of the sweetest, softest, hungry for true love, desperate for a tender touch, near wordless sexual encounters I’d ever had. She had me incredulous at how such a sweet submissive incredible hottress could be left so love hungry and orgasm-starved by arseholes who only want them for temporary sex till they enter their ritzy dental practice, then dump them for another, who I could never believe was anything close to his college tempfuck, Suzie. It sounds conceited to say I know God was answering her prayers that night, but I know damn well, the next day and a half, were when he answered mine.

But I knew she’d go back to her Joe, and knew she’d be torn, and want to come back to me soon.

All of which happened, and I was her Master on and off for some time. She could be awfully high-maintenance this girl, and after a while, though it hurt, I came to know, In her own way she needed us both. she wanted my approval somehow, and at one point asked me if I’d come over and meet him.

“I’ve wanted to for a while Suzie, and I haven’t forgotten what he did.”

“So if you come to visit, will you start something with him?” she asked, as we spoke on the phone.

“…And finish it, since I’ve wanted to so badly girl, and he’s so richly deserving.”

Of course she didn’t want her champion beaten down, and prevented it as sweetly as she could. I didn’t learn he’d dumped her right after college until years later, and had cheated on her all their last year together then married the new girl, once he’d moved far away to his new practice. She was left high and dry and bitterly heartbroken, having lost touch with me, after we’d finally drifted apart.

I’ve always hated dentists. All you need to do is ask them what their services cost, to know they are some of the greediest, most selfish bastards in this world, who seem the friendly, best friend you ever had while they do what they do, screwing you over as hard as they can the entire time. Fuckwads, all of them.

*Sigh* She was a Pisces, which I often think may be the sexiest women on this planet, but there just aren’t enough of them to go around. Born under the sign of “Half Man-Half Asshole” myself (Sagittarius), I read somewhere I was not so compatible with them, and was already aware that I usually seemed to want them far more than they wanted me…something about Fire and Water, and mostly physical, primal, animal magnetism for both, with the more romantic, emotional Piscean at a great emotional advantage… Likely so, since at the time, just reading it made me cry, and it took this college boy a few months to get over Suzie…trust me.

I always regretted never telling her, how very deeply I loved her.

“Suzie! Suzie stop! Suzie, you stop right there do you hear!!! SUZIE!! SUZIE!! SUZIE STOP!!! STOP!!! NNNOOOOOO!!!”

A passing cyclist heard the screams coming from a portly black woman as she struggled to run after a little girl who, heedless of the heavy traffic thundering along the narrow road, was running dangerously close to the kerb. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman trip and fall heavily, spilling her shopping. The little girl of mixed race turned and laughingly cried out, “You can’t catch me now Granny!” Oblivious to the danger, she suddenly she veered to the road. Taking in the situation the cyclist pushed the pedals harder to try and catch the infant. On the very edge of the kerb, Suzie paused and once more turned to call out to her grandmother. That call saved her life. The cyclist braked alongside her, preventing her further entry into the road.

Suzie looked up, startled and saw the man leap off his bike and grab her around the waist. She screamed. To her he seemed awesome. Not just old like her granny but he had a long beard and wore baggy trousers and a woolly bobble hat. As she was about to scream again, the man’s soft but forceful voice spoke to her, “Calm down, little one. You’re not hurt but it seems your granny might be. I’m going to lift you on my bike and we’re going to see how granny is doing. Okay?” Without waiting for a reply, he sat the girl on the saddle and wheeled his cycle to where the black lady was trying to get up.

“Hang on a moment, I’ll give you a hand,” the cyclist said as he parked his bike against a wall, “Just want to make sure this young lady doesn’t try to run off again.” Slipping a bungy cord from his saddlebag the cyclist clipped it around Suzie’s body and held the free end as they walked to the woman.

“Oh thank you, thank you Sir. I thought she was going to be killed.” The woman’s eyes were watering as she shakingly held out her hand and continued to enthusiastically thank the man. “Suzie,” she scolded the girl, “You must do what Grandma say otherwise you’ll end up squished like jam on the road!”

“Like Tom a Jerry!” Suzie laughed.

Turning back to the cyclist Zsuzu again profusely thanked him, and went on, “I’m Zsuzu.”

“Tom,” the man replied, “Zsuzu. That’s not a name I’ve come across before. Is your leg badly hurt?”

“I can walk. I’ll be fine.”

Tom, still holding Suzie by the cord, started picking up the spilled groceries, “Come on Suzie, help me get these things in the bags for granny.” Suzie was unsure. She’d been told often enough not to talk to strangers but this one spoke nicely and granny seemed to trust him and with a big beard he might be Father Christmas. Suzie helped. In picking up the goods, Tom noticed blood dribbling down Zsuzu’s leg. “Looks as if you have a nasty scrape on your leg,” he remarked, “Do you have far to go?”

“No. I can walk there okay. It’s only just past the second turning.”

“We’ll hang your bags on my handlebars and sit little Suzie on the saddle so she can ride and I’ll walk you home. You’d like to ride my bike again wouldn’t you Suzie?” The girl smiled and nodded, seemingly now shy. Her grandma protested feebly that she didn’t need help but Tom wouldn’t hear of it. “I’ll see you home and we’ll get that leg cleaned up.” Zsuzu quietly acquiesced to Tom’s quiet insistent voice and began limping towards her home. Her leg felt stiff and sore but she knew nothing was broken.

They approached the green painted door of her house. By now her natural good humour was returning, a broad smile appeared on her face as she unlocked the door and watched Suzie clasp her arms around Tom’s neck when he lifted her from the saddle. “I don’t usually invite strange young men into my house, Tom, but would you like a cuppa?”

“Young? You are kind Zsuzu. I bet I can give you a few years.”

“Fifty-one.” Zsuzu laughed.

“Fifty-three. Told you so.” Tom announced, “Yes, I will have a cuppa but first we need to see what the damage is to that leg of yours and get it cleaned up.” After they deposited the groceries in the kitchen, Tom sat Zsuzu in a chair and raised her leg on a stool. “Pull your skirt up a bit more.” Zsuzu complied. Her shin was scraped and her knee had several cuts but Tom could see most of the blood had run down from higher up. “Right up please Zsuzu.”

“You just want to see my knickers young man.” Zsuzu was laughing as she said it, “Well why not? Not many men have seen them lately.” With one quick pull she raised the hem to her waist. For a few moments Tom was awed by the expanse of white cotton with a damp patch at the crotch. A musky smell assailed his nostrils. His cock started to harden. “You never seen a black woman’s crotch before?” Zsuzu enquired.

Tom hadn’t but Suzie saying, “Gran’s got a big booboo.” interrupted his reply.

“That’s because you didn’t do what she told you,” Tom said, “Maybe you’ll have a big booboo on your bottom later when she has smacked you for being so naughty.”

“Granny doesn’t smack,” Suzie replied petulantly, “Mummy smacks. Daddy smacks not granny.”

“Well, little Suzie, you better watch while I clean Grandma’s booboo and perhaps you’ll feel some of the pain you caused.”

Zsuzu laughed, “It wouldn’t make any difference at her age. She’s only just three. Give her a biscuit from the tin on the counter and keep her out of the way.”

“You going to mend Gran’s booboo?” Suzie asked.

“I’m going to see what I can do to make it better, Suzie but first I have to clean it.”

While Suzie sat munching Tom washed Zsuzu’s wounds. None were very deep but the worst was high up in her thigh. A nasty looking gash caused they surmised by falling on one of the tins from her shopping bag. To clean this Tom’s fingers inadvertently touched her crotch on several occasions. It didn’t seem to worry or concern Zsuzu but she noticed the bulge growing in Tom’s pants. With what now seemed to be her ever-present smile, Zsuzu touched it and remarked, “Well it seems like an old woman can still make you horny. Sorry, though, I don’t think I can accommodate you today. I am a bit sore and stiff around that area. Perhaps your wife will.”

“No wife. I live alone in the next village.”

Tom was still there chatting an hour later when Suzie’s mother, a white women arrived to pick her up. Zsuzu introduced him to Mary Ann. When told the story, Mary Ann went quite pale. “I hope Leon doesn’t get too mad when he hears about this.” Tom left soon after, promising to look in on her in the morning.

*****

As promised Tom arrived about 9:30 and parked his cycle against the house, knocked and was surprised when a tearful Mary Ann opened the door. “I don’t think you’d better come in today, Tom. Neither me ma nor me are in a fit state for you to see us,” she said.

However Suzie had other ideas. Running around her mother she dragged Tom into the room and held up her arms wanting to be picked up. Tom noticed she too had been crying. “Father Christmas, you came back. Have you come to mend granny and mummy’s bottoms? Daddy’s made them very sore,” Suzie blurted out, before clasping Tom tightly around the neck.

Tom kissed her on the forehead, “Call me Tom. Father Christmas is my father. He’s older than me and has a white beard. Mine is black.” Despite her sore backside, Zsuzu giggled at this. Turning to her, Tom asked, “So what really happened?”

“Leon blamed me for not looking after Suzie properly and decided I needed a dose of his belt as punishment.”

“He belted his own mother?”

Zsuzu nodded, “And his Mary Ann and then fucked her in front of me. He’s uncouth, just like his father.”

“And in front of Suzie too?”

“No, she’s his little darling and can’t do any wrong.” It was Mary Ann that spoke. “She watched the belting but was put in the spare room and he shut the door while he shagged me.

“You going to mend Gran’s and mummy’s bottoms now?” Suzie fidgeted and wanted to put let down on to the floor.

“Well they have to show me their bottoms first, Suzie. Perhaps they may not want me to mend them. What do you say Zsuzu?”

“I say you have a naughty way with you Tom.” Zsuzu was grinning. “Yesterday you got horny just looking at my knickers, what might happen if you see my bare bum?”

“Nothing you don’t want to happen,” replied Tom. He too was grinning. Zsuzu turned her back and lifted her skirt revealing livid lines a couple of inches wide across her arse. Even with her black skin the marks were clearly visible and obviously sore and very tender. “My God, Zsu, your own son thrashed you like that? I can’t believe it. And you let him?”

“She didn’t have a choice and neither did I,” Mary Ann interrupted. “Leon’s too strong and he tied our hands to the bed good.” Mary Ann’s use of english might not have been erudite but she got her message across.

“You were thrashed as badly as Zsu?” Tom asked.

“Same. ‘er and me we wuz lying side by side. First her used the belt from her side and then mine but both of us got hit every time.”

“Where’s the bathroom?” Tom asked. Zsuzu pointed to a door off the kitchen area. “I’ll run a cool bath and you can soak in that for a while. That’s the first stage of mending your bottoms.”

“You coming in there wi’ us?” Zsuzu enquired.

“Of course. You’re not shy are you? I won’t do anything you don’t want.” Tom went off followed by Suzie, leaving the two women talking to each other. Presently he sent Suzie to bring the two women in. “You’re not ready yet? You need to take those clothes off so the water can get to the welts.”

“And you get to see our boobies,” quipped Zsuzu, “You really are a naughty one you know.” Mary Ann cried out when Suzie poked her tender bottom. Tom admonished the young girl, “Suzie, remember it is your fault mummy and granny are so sore. You shouldn’t have run away like that. If I had been a car and not a bike you would be dead. Squashed flat.”

Despite having towels covering the bottom of the bath, Zsuzu had difficulty in kneeling because her legs were still sore and lacerated from her fall. Tom stood back for a few moments and admired the two women. Mary Ann, white skinned, well built but nowhere near as large as Zsuzu. She had good-sized tits but couldn’t compete with the large mammaries of her mother in law. Her arse though showed the effects of the belting to a far higher degree. Livid red welts now turning yellow black, criss-crossed both cheeks. Tom gently sponged water over them until some of the fire had gone. He asked where to find more towels and gave her one to dry herself before turning his attentions to Zsuzu.

“I wondered when you were going to help an old woman like me.” Tom saw she was laughing at him.

“You had more area to soak so needed more time.” Tom joked back.

“Yeah and I s’pose you wanted to keep me naked longer.”

“Of course. First time I’ve seen a naked black woman so I must make the most of it.” So the banter went on while Tom bathed her bum and legs. One of the scratches on her leg had festered and Tom gently cleaned it again. Soon though both women were dry and Tom had applied cream to the relevant areas. He’d brought a tube along thinking it was only going to be needed on Zsuzu’s legs but there was sufficient. Mary Ann decided she had better get home and after crying out a few times, managed to get her jeans on. She left taking Suzie with her. Zsuzu didn’t have the same trouble dressing, she donned a dressing gown and the pair returned to the kitchen but Zsuzu didn’t attempt to sit.

“Well now white man, you got to see just about every thing I got. You got an eyeful of my tits and even copped a feel or two of my cunt. I can see you’ve a hard on by the bulge in your trousers. How about I get a good look at you? Let me see if you’ve a small dick like most white men are supposed to have.”

“You’re a naughty woman Zsu, wanting an old man like me to strip in front of you but I guess I’ll have to keep you happy.” Tom stripped while Zsuzu leaned on the counter and watched.

“Wow, that’s not a bad size,” she exclaimed when Tom’s hard cock sprang into view, “For a white man, of course!” Zsuzu’s infectious laugh took any sting from the remark.

“You want to see what the fit is like?”

“Yeah Tom but my arse is still on fire from the sodden beating that crap son of mine gave it and I can’t kneel because of the fall yesterday.” Zsuzu leaned and took the cock in her hand and gently rubbed it between her fingers. “Perhaps if I lie on my side on the bed I can taste it.” Limping a little she led Tom by his cock to the bedroom. He stared fascinated as her tits bobbed and swayed as she walked. It had been several years since he’d had a naked woman beside him and never a black woman or indeed a woman of such large size. His cock hardened further if that was possible.

For Zsuzu too, it had been a long time. She’d had a couple of white boys in her teen years but when she married Leonard, Leon’s father she was faithful to him until her left her without warning to live with another woman, a white woman. Zsuzu had to bring up Leon on her own.

“Come here baby,” Zsuzu cried out as she pulled Tom’s throbbing cock to her mouth. Lying as she was on the bed, Tom’s cock was just the right height. Any further comment from her was limited to gurgling sounds as she slurped noisily on his man shaft. It was a revelation to Tom. One girlfriend had sucked him before sex but it seemed as if Zsuzu was going all the way and was even trying to take him further down her throat. Her arms now encircled his arse, fingers played with his hole as she kept pulling him towards her mouth and releasing him again. Never had Tom experienced anything like it and it didn’t take long before his sperm was sent down Zsuzu’s throat.

“Would you like me to suck you or anything?” Tom asked when they both lay face to face recovering on the bed.

“I’d love you to suck me off too but not many men will do that and in any case I’m a bit too sore. Perhaps if you nibble my tits for a bit.” Tom didn’t need a second bidding.

“I still don’t understand why do you allow Leon to beat you?” Tom asked when they once again lay facing each other. Tom had his hand between her thighs, gently massaging her mound.

“It’s a long story and one I don’t think I ought to tell you.”