I hang suspended above My Lord, waiting on his first awakening of the day.nnHe slowly opens his eyes, smiling to see the worthless piece of shit dangling over him, waiting. His magnificent cock is already erect, and without warning - although this useless cunt should need no such warning, since he does this every morning - My Lord rams his rampant cock into Slut's arse, and fucks it until he has had his pleasure. Then he presses the button that makes Slut fall to the bed and orders her to run his bath. nnSlut runs My Lord's bath at the temperature he has demanded. However, as My Lord enters the huge bathtub, he turns to Slut and informs her that because the water was not to his liking Slut would receive punishment for this, as well as her usual punishment for nothing in particular. My Lord has not yet decided what either of these punishments would be. It will be up to him, and he has never liked routine or regularity. nnSlut is ordered to wash My Lord all over, and she obeys, gently washing him as he pulls on the nipple rings he has placed in Slut's large nipples. However, when Slut says 'pulled', it actually means 'tormented', and her nipples are so sensitive that she has to cum whenever her nipples are tortured in this way. even though under permanent orders not to cum without permission.nnMy Lord is aware of this, and knows that Slut will cum and cum as often as he tortures her nipples. He smiles, therefore, knowing the pleasure he will receive from administering punishment later. 'Perhaps over breakfast,' he muses. Later, "Did Slut cum?" he asks innocently, well knowing the answer already.nn"Yes My Lord." Slut knows that to lie will only bring more pain; and while she craves pain, sometimes the pain she craves is not the kind she receives.nnSlut serves My Lord his breakfast and kneels beside his chair, awaiting his orders for the day. nn"After breakfast you will assume your usual position in the punishment room and wait there for me," he growls, standing up.

When I woke the birds were singing the happy song of morning and my maids were laying out my clothes into piles as I lay upon my bed.nn"What are you doing, then?"nn"Master Cassipe has ordered us to pack your things. You are heading to Caldor today, miss."nnThis brought a flurry of excitement, the kind of which I was prone to and which made Cassipe either smile or glower depending upon his mood. He told me it was childish to feel such surges of excitement, but how could I not, when life brought such wonders? At this time yesterday I was a mere girl, and now I was a woman, a woman who knew the pleasures between men and women, and I was headed for Caldor.nn"Please ma'am, do not be so jubilant, your father has been in a fit all day, wracked with sadness. Master Cassipe is trying to convince him you must go."nn"Dress me quickly, please."nn"Here ma'am," one of the maids held up a more daring gown. The bodice dipped low on the chest and previously a flesh colored panel had kept it most modest. nn"What happened to the front?"nnThey exchanged looks. "Master Cassipe ordered changes made while you were sleeping. He said your wardrobe must be fit for a woman."nnSo many things were different already, had that one act really changed so much?nnAll my clothes were white but I looked at the stacks and saw blues and greens. "What are these?"nn"Cassipe ordered them a fortnight ago.

1994: Expanding our game: Fun with the Friends Ch. 1nn1 - MarconnKarin and I were so much intimate that we felt frustrated we couldn't get even closer. Or so we thought.nnOne of the funny examples of Karin unexpected shyness, was her reluctance to tell me stories from her kinky past. She wasn't proud of it, and she was afraid I could lose respect for her. The strange thing was that there was much less kink than you may expect. nnWhen it came to the real business, even if Karin had always been very open to sex and anything involved, her fantasy (and the one of her many partners) had been quite limited. Once I managed to loosen up her tongue and have her discussed her sexual past, it came out that most strange request of her partners had been dressing up. No BDSM, no domination, no orgies, no fetish or perversions of sort. No anal either, as I knew already.nnQuite a lot of drugs, but that was another story, one to try to forget.nnOne of the most surprising points was, she had never experienced Group Sex; not even a threesome. Basically, having Ysa to watch while she was using her lovers was the kinkiest thing she had been doing. Ysa being her – now ours - Bull Terrier. nnOkay, my own experience in that field wasn't a large one either, but I was boosting a total score of about twenty partners (at the time), not two hundreds plus!nnThe closest she went to a threesome was one day in Amsterdam, when after fucking her boyfriend-of-the-week's brain out, she left him almost unconscious in the bed to go and answer at the door. It turned out to be a common acquaintance, a boy from their group of friends (?), a couple of years younger than her. It appears that she fucked her on a standing position, on the very doorframe and in full view on the street. Then she slammed the door closed, and got fucked a second time, doggy-style on the carpet of the living room.

I awake to the sound of a garbage truck backing up in the alley beneath my window. The still air in my room is hot and rancid. I kick off the stained sheet tangled around my legs and take hold of my hard cock. I stroke it reflexively, feeling the soreness from last night. The porn is still in the VCR. I think about hitting the play button on the remote lying next to my head, but I need to piss more than cum right now.nnI stand naked in front of the toilet. I see myself in the mirror, pale and skinny, my piss hard cock juts out from my body like some engorged alien appendage. As the trickle becomes a hard stream my dick slowly droops pulse by pulse. I squeeze out the last few squirts and give it a shake. nnI walk from the bathroom still tugging on my now soft cock, my hand slides down rubbing and pulling at my hairy balls. I sit on the edge of my bed and try to figure out what day it is. Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday? Either way I have to go to fucking work. I think about the boss's assistant Rachel. Would she wear the white blouse that fits tight around her tits today? Sometimes the fabric pulls open at the buttons and I can see the lacey edge of her bra against the skin of her breast.nnMy cock stiffens a bit, and I pull harder at it. I think about Rachel opening her blouse and begging me to cum on her tits. She wants me to rub my cock on her nipples as I jerk off.