Master Author





"Your story made me soooo wet; I just can't stop imagining that leash
pulling my head down into his crotch."

This was certainly turning out to be one of the more interesting
conversations he had ever had with a complete stranger.  Readers who
responded by email were rare enough; noone had ever asked for his
phone number before.

"It's always nice to know my stories are appreciated."

Evidentally, that wasn't a forward enough response for her.  "Would
you like to get together some time?  Tomorrow, maybe?" she asked.  The
mundane details had come earlier in the conversation.  She was an 18
year old college student, living in a dorm a little over an hour's
drive away from his apartment.

Contrary to popular belief, men actually do have to think about offers
like this.  At least for about 15 seconds or so.  And a one hour drive
to meet someone who might very possibly be the least attractive girl
on the planet tended to damp his enthusiasm.  "Tomorrow's not great
for me, I have to meet with my thesis advisor in the morning ..."

"Are you going to make me beg?"

That certainly did sound promising.  And from the way she said it, it
sounded like she would enjoy it too.  Endless possibilities for verbal
sparring filled his mind.

"I'll let you fuck me."

Exeunt words, enter images.  Spreading her ass while he watched
himself disappear inside of her.  What the hell, this would be fun.
An adventure, of sorts, even if she turned out to be a disappointment.
And there was plenty of inescapable guy logic: "A girl who offers her
pussy over the phone will probably take it up the ass ..."

Arrangements were made.  He would be there the following afternoon.
He had gone to high school in the suburbs outside of Philadelphia, and
knew exactly where her college was.

He first caught sight of her walking across the fields by the tennis
courts.  She was average looking, with a slim body; her glasses and
long hair filled out the typical librarian look.  All in all,
significantly better looking than he had expected.  She smirked at him
as she came within range.  "You're cute.  I was worried you'd be 40
years old, fat and balding.  But you write so wonderfully I just had
to meet you."

He smiled, "you're not half-bad yourself."

"There is a hotel just down the road.  It isn't too expensive ..." her
sentence trailed off as she looked at him expectantly.

"That's fine," he said as he smiled broadly.  It had been a long
drive, especially with the thoughts of what he was going to do to her
filling his head, and now that he saw her, he was rather impatient to
see more of her.  Not that he let it show.

As they got in the car, he took a moment to run his hand up her leg,
feeling the soft flesh of her inner thigh under the fringe of her
denim shorts.  His hand then moved up to her chest and cupped her tit
as she nervously glanced about to see if anyone was watching.
Satisfied with his preliminary investigation, he shifted into reverse
and pulled out of the parking lot.

As he followed her into the hotel room, he dropped his backpack of
goodies onto the chair by the door.  Moving behind her, he put one arm
lightly around her waist and used the other to push her down on the
bed.  He wasn't in the mood to waste any time.  "I seem to remember
you wanted to get fucked.  Is that right?"  "Yes," came the soft
reply, as she lay motionless where he had left her.  He had wanted to
make sure they were on the same page before he made any too aggressive
moves.  One at a time, he pulled her wrists behind her back, watching
her shoulders rock back and forth as he maneuvered her arms into
position.  Pulling a rope out of his bag, he quickly tied them
together and leaned on them a bit harder than necessary, earning a
satisfying grunt and squirm from his willing young victim.

Reaching around her waist, he unsnapped her shorts and pulled them
down around her knees.  A quick smack on the ass made her wiggle back
and forth as she tried to escape from her exposed and helpless
predicament, her pussy peeking out between her thighs as her struggles
tossed her ass up into the air.  

"What's this?" he said as he ran a finger along her lips, feeling a
light stubble.  "Do you think I don't deserve a freshly shaved pussy?"

"I'm sorry," she cried, "I didn't know you would be this sexy.  I
didn't think it would be worth the trouble."

Another quick smack resulted in an "Ow!"  

"I hope you understand you will be punished for this."

"Yes master," came the feeble reply.  As he spread her open with one
hand, he noticed she was already quite wet.

Arching her back and twisting her head to the side, she strained to
see what he was about to do to her.  He quickly pulled his cock out of
his pants, and positioned it at her opening.  She relaxed back down
onto the bed with her head to the side, waiting for him to take her.

Slowly, he eased into her, enjoying the tight warmth of the young
teenager who was bent over before him.  His hands moved to her hips as
he established a steady rhythm thrusting up into her.  He sighed as he
relaxed as he enjoyed the moment.  He knew it wouldn't last; it was
too close to a fantasy for him to hold out long.  Knowing he would
easily be able to have her two or three more times that day, with
excitement that this level of control over her was giving him, he
wasn't too concerned as he felt the pressure building, and soon he
exploded inside of her.

Rolling her onto her side, he pulled up on her shirt and then her bra,
exposing one of her firm tits.  His hand explored the exposed flesh,
running around the edge of her nipple as a shiver ran down along her
chest and stomach.  Making eye contact, he gave her nipple a firm
squeeze and tug as she winced in pain, but remained silent.  Good pain
tolerance, he thinks; time for some fun.

There was plenty of time for anticipation to build as he finished
stripping her.  Now her wrists were tied above her, her firm young
tits doing a wonderful job of defying gravity.  Lifting her closest
ankle, he pressed it against her thigh, appreciating how this opened
her up to him.  With a few loops of rope, he secured it in place.
Moving between her legs, he quickly secured the other ankle.

"Do you have any experience with clothespins?" he asked as he slowly
and loudly poured out several dozen of them next to him.  "No," she
said nervously as she glanced towards the growing pile.  "Alright,
then, we'll start with two very special ones, right here on either
side of your belly button.  I'll explain what they are for later."

She jumped as the hard wooden clothespins dug into her flesh.  "Does
that hurt?"  A stupid question, but it was always useful to draw the
victim's attention to what she was feeling.  "Yes ..." 

"Alot?"  "Yes."

"Shall we continue?"

She lifted her head to look up at him.  "Okay ..."

"You can probably guess where the rest of these are going," he
continued as he lazily ran his hand up her stomach and then across her
chest beneath her tits.  Slowly, he started placing clothespins on her
tits, alternating one and then the other, watching her carefully and
giving her just barely enough time to compose herself before
continuing with the next one.

"How are you doing?  Feeling rather helpless?" he asked, as he tugged
lightly on each of them after six had been placed on each tit.  She
just looked up at him without answering.

"Now, this might hurt just a little bit," he said, knowing a bit of
understatement would be a useful introduction for shock of what he
planned next.  Taking the tip of her breast firmly in one hand,
squeezing it just below the nipple between his thumb and forefinger he
lifted it off her chest until it was appropriately uncomfortable.
Slowly, with the other hand, he brought an open clothespin forward
letting it become increasingly obvious what was going to happen.
Gently, he released his grip on the clothespin, allowing it's jaws to
close around her helplessly trapped nipple.  Before he had let the
clothespin close completely, she bucked and squirmed wildly.  Quickly
removing the pin, his hand moved up to rub her abused nipple as the
blood returned.

"Ouch, godddamnit!" she said as soon as she calmed down.  "My
nipples are pretty sensitive."

"Wonderfully sensitive," he added, "but you're supposed to say 'thank
you, master' when I hurt you.  Shall we try the other one?"

The look on her face told him she wasn't exactly looking forward to
that, but didn't want to say no.

Moving over to the other nipple, this time he let the clothespin close
in three quick waves, lightly crushing her tender pink flesh.  She was
panting and straining against the ropes now.  "That really fucking
hurts."

"Wrong answer!" he said in his cheeriest voice.  "I suppose we'll have
to try harder."  This time he completely let go of the clothespin for
a second or two, watching her thrash around on the bed with tears
coming to her eyes.

"Thank you, master," came the quiet reply once he was done. "Much
better," he replied.  "Shall we try once more to make sure you've
learned your lesson?"

The look of sheer terror in her eyes told him he better not push her
too much farther.  Taking a clothespin in each hand, he put one around
each nipple, and let them close just enough to hold onto her nipples
while he lifted her tits up and let them bounce around on her chest.
Unable to resist, he gave both nipples a simultaneous pinch as he
finally let her go.  As her chest heaved, this time she remembered:
"Thank you, master."

"Very good, slave.  Shall we continue?" he said as he slowly traced a
finger down the slight indentation that marked the center of her
chest.  Time for some reinforcement, he thought.  "Are we enjoying
ourselves?" he asked as he caressed her exposed mound.  "Yes," she
panted, and he flicked a finger across her clit as a reward.  "Do you
think about being used like this when you lie awake at night?"
Another yes, another flick.  Her hips started slowing gyrating back
and forth.  "Don't you think it is pretty naughty to let someone play
with you like this?"

"I don't care."  Another flick, a bit longer this time.  Her head
rolled backwards.  His other arm moved between her thighs, holding
them wide apart.  He had always been suprised how strongly a girl
could kick, when properly motivated.  Even with her ankles tied to her
thighs, he didn't want her clenching her legs closed at the wrong
time.

"Do you want me to abuse your helpless pussy?" he asked as he started
firmly stroking her.  She was too far gone; the inevitable yes came
despite the content of the question.  He worked her right up to the
edge, then smiled and gave the top of her pussy a good smack.  "Not
yet, baby," he said as he enjoyed the look of intense frustration on
her face.  "I'm going to have a bit of fun first."

Firmly grabbing one of her outer labia, he pulled it over to the
inside of her thigh where the rope held her ankle in place.  Starting
at the top, he placed clothespins around the rope, holding her stretched
lip in place.  Her outer labia were nice and thick, and the rich blood
flow from his previous encouragement intensified the feeling as the
clothespins dug into her tender flesh.  As he moved to the other side,
he watched the tips of the three clothespins dig into the glistening
pink flesh inside her pussy.

With those six in place, he grabbed the thin flesh of her long inner
lips.  Normally he prefered the smaller type, which hid so nicely up
inside a sweet little pussy, but the longer ones were perfect for this
kind of treatment.  A little variety never hurt anyone.  Pulling
outward, he attached each lip to the rope around her thighs, opening
her up completely.

He took a moment to appreciate his handiwork, lightly running a finger
from her clit down to her exposed hole.  From the noise she was
making, he could tell he wasn't the only one enjoying himself.
Feeling particularly evil, he grabbed another clothespin in his right
hand, while his left thumb slowly pushed the hood of her clit back,
stroking her clit where it was hidden under the skin above her pussy.
Bringing the other hand up, he slowly let the wooden pincers close
around the tip of her clit.

She let out a low moan as he released his grip, letting the clothepin
dangle from her sensitive nub.  Moving up so he could see her face, he
pulled gently on it as she squirmed.

"I'm suprised you can take this," he said, as he slowly twisted the
clothespin back and forth.

An embarassed yet mischevious grin snuck across her face.  "I pinch my
clit when I masturbate."

"Slut!" he laughed.  "I guess we'll leave this one on, then, so you
can enjoy it.  Don't worry, though, I have plans for some other
sensitive spots."

Sliding his hand between her legs, he pushed a fingertip down into her
until he could feel a tight ring of muscle pulsing around his knuckle.

"You like this?"  She didn't have to answer; he could feel her
response as he moved his finger in a circular motion.  "It's too bad
I'm not finished with the clothespins yet, isn't it?"  He felt a
strong involuntary contraction around his finger as she stared up at
him.  A second finger slid up into her, stretching her open just
enough to allow the head of a clothespin to bite down on the sensitive
ring of muscle, one half inside of her, one half outside.  Slowly, he
continued until three clothespins ringed her opening.  Putting one
clothespin between each finger, he pressed his hand forward, folding
the clothespins outward.  She squirmed as she felt the tender flesh
being pulled outward, breathing heavily to try to endure the pain as
he adjusted the pressure to hold her at the edge of what she could
take.  As he began to rotate his wrist, the edges of the clothespins
dug in even further, and she jerked against her bonds, but the ropes
held her securely in place.

"That's a pretty sensitive ring of flesh."  She continued to squirm
helplessly as he rotated his hand back and forth.  "Would you rather
wrap it around my dick instead?"  She looked at him with a look of
desperation on her face.  "Anything, please..."

"Ok, but there is something I forgot to tell you," he said as he moved
his hand up to the clothespins beside her belly button, pulling gently
on one until it came off.  "Taking them off hurts even more than
putting them on."  His hand rubbed the red mark on her stomach as he
continued to slowly twist the clothespins on her pussy.

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now.  "I want you to think about
where all the others are, and what it will feel like when they come
off.  And no matter what happens, they'll have to come off sooner or
later."  She winced in pain as he pulled the second one off her
stomach.

"Are you ready for these?" he asked, tugging on the clothespins on her
tits.  One by one, he slowly tugged on them until they released, then
closed them lightly on her other nipple before laying them to the
side.

Two more quick tugs, and her inner lips folded back up, wrapping
around his fingertips as they rotated back and forth around her hole.
The next six took quite a bit longer, as she screamed and panted each
time a clothespin was removed from her outer labia, leaving a small
red mark in the sensitive puffy flesh.  Each time, he carefully rubbed
her sensitive lips until she was ready for more.

It was downhill from there.  She had become relatively desensitized to
the ones around her hole due to the constant abuse, and she almost
moaned when the last one was pulled from her clit.

She looked up at him to see what was next.  He didn't have to think;
it had been too long since he had been inside her.  And a young
submissive teen lying tied and helpless on a bed with her legs spread
is a difficult thing to resist under any circumstance.  Slowly, he
climbed on top of her and felt himself sinking into her, feeling her
warmth surround him until he was lying on top of her with most of his
weight on his hips, driving himself as far into her as he could go.

Pulling out slightly, he slammed back into her, feeling his hips slam
against hers as he desperately tried to get deeper into her than was
physically possible.  Each time he pulled back, the tightness of her
hole almost squeezed him out of her, but each time he forced himself
back up into her as her slippery wetness conspired to prevent her
strong muscles from getting a good grip on him.  He brought his hand
up and grabbed one of her tits, driving his fingers deep into the firm
flesh as he looked deep into her eyes.

She winced slightly and moaned.  "This is what I wanted.  I want to be
the only one you ever use."

It was sweet, but he was having her on his terms.  More than anything
else, he wanted to keep things that way.  Not to be selfish, but
because of the intensity of the connection they had when he was in
complete control.

"Your body is mine and you know it," he slammed into her a few times
as if to make his point.  "Your holes are mine to use and if you as
much as let anyone else see your body without my permission, I will
punish you severely."

She looked up at him, expecting more.  "But you must remember, this
dick inside of you isn't yours; you belong to it."  He felt her pussy
tighten.  "If you are a good slave, and you do everything I tell you,
you will often feel it buried deep inside your horny young body."

"But whenever I choose to seduce some other young horny slut, you will
be happy for me, knowing that the most important thing to you is to
make me happy.  Do you understand?"

Slowly, she looked up at him.  "Yes, master."

A thought surfaced from the blackest part of his mind.  "In order to
prove your loyalty, you will help me seduce one of your friends."  The
unexpected tightening of her pussy almost forced him out of her.  Her
head rolled back as he forced himself back inside, firmly grabbing
both tits now and watching her helpless young body thrash about as he
fucked her brains out.  Quickly, she came, and he lost all control of
himself and came with her, collapsing on top of her.

When he recovered, he sat next to her and started untying her.  Her
eyes met his.  "Are you really going to make me help you seduce one of
my friends?"  From the look on her face, it was obvious what the right
answer was.  "Of course."  A sheepish look crossed her face.  "Can I
watch?"  He laughed, "we'll see how it works out."

Sitting across the edge of the bed, he pulled her across his lap.  His
hand felt her firm young ass as his other arm reached for her far
wrist, pulling it across her slender back so he could hold her in
place.  "Do you remember what you need to be punished for?"  She
squirmed.  "I've been a good slave!"

Five good, hard slaps rained down on her exposed behind.  His hand
slid down between her legs and rubbled the stubble on her mound.
"Does this help remind you?"  She moaned.  "I'm sorry I forgot to
shave my pussy for you."  "How many do you think you deserve for
that?"

"Twenty-five?" came the unsure reply.  A good number, he thought, but
he knew he wouldn't be done after that few and wanted to be able to
enjoy it without having to think up reasons for new punishments during
the process.  "Too few for an experienced submissive.  Fifty would be
appropriate, but since you didn't say fifty, we'll double that.  One
hundred.  Will you count for me?"

Spanking wasn't normally one of his favorite activities, but he made
exceptions for subs with exceptional asses.  He started out slow,
moving from cheek to cheek, up and down from the sides of her lower
hips to her upper thighs.  Around twenty, he started alternating on
her inner thighs, causing her to open up a little as she tried to get
away from the stinging blows.  Thirty caught her between the legs,
completely unprepared and her body jerked up as she snapped her legs
back together.  He gave her a second to catch her breath, and then
continued with firm fast blows on alternating cheeks.

She was squirming quite noticeably now.  He spread his legs, letting
the bottom of one of her tits rub against the side of his thigh as she
moved.  With her back arched, her weight was moving up and down on his
thighs, rubbing her flat stomach against his bare crotch.  He kept his
rhythm going, keeping her moving around as he enjoyed rubbing her body
all over him.

As he reached the mid forties, he slowed, and increased the intensity
of each smack.  Forty nine left a pretty good hand print on her left
cheek, and she wiggled in anticipation as he waited for his hand to
stop stinging.  Fifty left her squirming for a few minutes.

Getting up, he walked over to his bag and got a bottle of lube.  "Get
that cute little ass of yours lubed up", he said firmly as he tossed
it to her.  "I'd do it myself, but I'm feeling lazy today."  He sat
down and relaxed as he watched her nervously pour some lube onto her
finger and start working it into her behind.  He watched carefully as
she got ready to let him fuck her ass.  "I'm not going to stop if it
hurts, so you better make sure you do a good job."  When she said she
was ready, he walked over to her.  "Time to lube up my dick."

Waiting a split second for her to reach for the lube, he grabbed the
back of her head.  "Not like that."  She obeyed as he brought her
mouth to him, letting her suck on him for a few minutes.  When he was
nice and hard, he shoved her back down on the bed and knelt behind her
as she lay on her side.  She squirmed slightly as he pressed the tip
of his hard dick up into her ass.  Placing an arm on her legs, he held
them in place up by her chest as he slowly worked into her.

He watched her carefully as he slowly fucked her ass.  Putting his arm
around her waist, he pulled her up until she was sitting on his lap.
One hand ran up her chest to fondle her tits, while the other one
snaked between her legs as two fingers found her slippery hole.  His
hand gripped her tightly: her mound in the palm of his hand, his
middle two fingers against her G spot, and her clit between his
knuckles.  Soon, he felt her sliding back and forth inside her ass as
he used his grip inside her pussy to move her back and forth, and in
slow circles from side to side.  He moved his other hand up to her
neck and pulled her body against him.  As her head rested on his
shoulder, he slipped his fingers into her mouth and let her suck on
them.  "Like having all your holes filled?" he said, as he kept
pounding away at her ass, ignoring the fact that it was rather
difficult for her to respond.  She moaned as he switched hands and let
her lick her own juices off his fingers.  He couldn't take it any
longer as he pumped her tight teenaged ass back and forth, slamming
his dick deep into her; for the third time that day he felt himself
cumming inside her.

Sliding off his shrinking cock, she turned to look at him.  "We
definitely have to do this again some time."