The President's Club,  Chapter 6

 

 She came to on the narrow bed about an hour later.  Her 

 hands and elbows were still tied, as was the cord around 

 her neck.  Her legs had also been tied at the knees, calves 

 ankles and mid-thigh.  Carefully, she tried to move her 

 legs and found that any movement tightened the noose around 

 her neck.  She was loosely hog-tied and any movement, any 

 movement at all, would tighten the noose around her neck 

 strangle her.  It sent a stab of fear through her gut, 

 twisting and tightening her involuntary muscles.  It also 

 brought a tangible tingle in her cunt.  

 

 This was the treatment she had unconsciously longed for all 

 her life.  She couldn't explain it.  That's just the way 

 she was put together inside.

 

 She slowly turned her head to look around the cabin.  She 

 could see nothing.  The cabin was dark and she was looking 

 directly into the wall.

 

 She heard Sam come back into the cabin.   He was stomping 

 his feet on the porch outside to clean most of the mud and 

 dirt off his boots.  The door squeaked open and footsteps 

 wandered around the room as he first set down the sacks of 

 groceries he had just purchased, then checked on the fire 

 in the stove and other details.  The footsteps stopped by 

 the bed.

 

 Karin craned her neck around to look up at him.  She looked 

 in his eyes, worrying that she had displeased him somehow.  

 But he was not angry.  Not as far as she could tell, 

 anyway.  He stood there with a strange questioning look in 

 his eyes, as if he was trying to find an answer in her eyes 

 to a question he didn’t want to ask.

 

 Sam was carefully watching her to see what her reaction to 

 her situation would be.  He was mildly concerned that he 

 might have gone too far this time.  He needn’t have 

 worried.  He had way of knowing that this young woman’s 

 capacity for pain, especially when that pain was inflicted 

 by him, was made almost endless by her growing love for 

 him.  He could have done anything to her.  Much more than 

 he had so far.  But they had only just begun.

 

 Permanent damage was not his style.  He had a dark need to 

 inflict pain, yes, but it was pain with a purpose and with 

 willing participants.  The pain he gave to his partners 

 when they were in the city was mostly a game of control or 

 domination.  He loved the feeling of total control.

 

 Up here in the cabin, it was different.  Here it was not a 

 game.  He didn’t bring just anyone up here.  Here he bared 

 his soul, and gave vent to the raging darkness in him.  It 

 was controlled, yes, even calm.  But not cold.  It was as 

 if his total emotions were brought boiling to the surface 

 to be poured out on his partner.  This time, it was just a 

 young girl.  He questioned again his decision to bring one 

 so inexperienced to his particular hell.  That thought 

 quelled the rising tide of emotions.  What if...?

 

 She saw his face was somber.  The first thought through her 

 mind was that something was wrong with him or that she had 

 displeased him. "Is everything OK?" she asked.

 

 He gave a half laugh.  "You tell me!"

 

 She looked surprised.  Why shouldn’t she be OK?  "You mean 

 with me?  Sure, I'm fine, but I mean, is everything OK with 

 you?  You're not mad at me are you?"

 

 He grinned down at the bound girl.  "Yeah, everything's 

 fine...”  He reached down and ran his fingertips lightly 

 over the curve of her ass.  You couldn’t see the marks he 

 had put there just last night.  He was pleased with his 

 skill, even with crude homemade whips.  He continued, 

 “...and, ‘No’, I'm not mad at you."

 

 He turned and gestured toward the stove.  "Are you hungry?  

 I ran down the mountain to get some food for us.  We may be 

 here a while."

 

 She had not noticed her hunger, but now that he mentioned 

 it, she was famished.  "Yes, I guess I am at that.  Would 

 you like me to fix it?"

 

 He busied himself with the ropes that bound her.

 

 "No.  I want you to rest up some more.  If you go out side, 

 there is a little steam around back.  A little way down it 

 widens into a pool where you can clean up.  Go for a swim 

 and freshen up.  Follow the trail around to the left and be 

 back in about half an hour, OK?  Stay on the trail, and you 

 won’t get lost."

 

 She clumsily got to her feet.  She had been bound in one 

 position or another for so long that the muscles her legs 

 and arms were cramped and the joints stiff.  He helped her 

 walk around the cabin until she was a bit steadier on her 

 feet.  She was still wearing the high heels she had on last 

 night.

 

 He tossed her a towel and a bar of soap.  A stinging slap 

 on her fanny sent her scurrying out the cabin door.  She 

 had 30 minutes to herself.  She sensed it would be a 

 mistake to be even a minute late.

 

 It was a beautiful afternoon in the high mountains.  The 

 crisp clean air filled her lungs as she wandered down the 

 path to the pond.  The path was clear, but a little 

 overgrown.  She hugged herself with happiness.  She had 

 never felt so free or happy before.  She was naked in the 

 outdoors, and she didn’t mind at all.  He had sent her out 

 this way.  It was what he wanted.  She laughed out loud.  

 Sam would probably not have understood the reason behind 

 that delightful sound coming from her.  She had found a man 

 who understood her, who had taken her to heights she had 

 never imagined, who had answered her unasked questions, 

 and, most importantly, who had fucked her beyond her 

 wildest dreams.  She trusted Sam.  She laughed again as she 

 realized she also loved him madly.

 

 The water in the deep mountain pool was cold and clear.  

 The steam was glacier fed, and this high up the sun didn’t 

 have much chance to warm the icy waters.  Karin put down 

 the towel, set the soap on the bank within easy reach and 

 dove into the deepest part of the pool.  The shock of the 

 cold water wiped all other thoughts from her mind and all 

 traces of pain from her system.  She burst to the surface, 

 gasping for air.  

 

 The penetrating cold caused her nipples to go rigid, but 

 not with excitement.  It was damn cold, and her skin felt 

 like it wanted to crawl off her body and head for the 

 warmth of the stove.  Especially the tormented areas, like 

 her nipples. The spear of wood was still through the one.  

 Now that she could get her hands up to her tits to move 

 them around, she took the time to looked at her wounded bud 

 more closely

 

 It had been a sliver from a hardwood tree, a clean, slender 

 piece of wood with no little barbs.  The wood pierced her 

 rosy button right through the center of the body of it on a 

 horizontal axis.  Sam had obviously cleaned it, but he had 

 left the sliver in.  The small shaft held her one nipple 

 out in a constant state of semi-erection.  A light 

 fingertip to the tip of the pierced nipple brought a 

 shudder.

 

 "He must want it to stay," she thought.

 

 Getting the bar of soap, she stood thigh high in the frigid 

 water and lathered her body, careful not to disturb the 

 wooden skewer.  She didn't notice any remarkable soreness 

 or bruising on her body as she soaped up, evidence of the 

 mastery and skill of her tormentor.  She hugged herself in 

 her giddiness at the thought that he must really care for 

 her.  

 

 She stood and breathed in the clean mountain air, now 

 carrying the clean smell of the soap.  It was a manly scent 

 and reminded her of the smell of Sam.  She desperately 

 wanted to be completely his, to remove all the traces of 

 herself, even down to removing her own scent.  She lathered 

 up her hair with the soap to remove the traces of her 

 shampoo, piling and scrubbing the soapy tresses on her head 

 in a twisting motion.  When she had soaped up all she 

 could, she dove back under the icy waters and rinsed her 

 glowing body.

 

 The icy waters numbed her after a while and she was able to 

 stay in the pool.  She floated on her back, happily looking 

 up at the fluffy white clouds as they chased each other 

 across the sky.  She was happy, relaxed and at peace.

 

 The refreshed young woman got out of the pool, dried off 

 and then wrapped her hair in the towel.  She wore it like a 

 turban as she made her way back up the winding path to the 

 cabin.  She walked proudly, her breast thrust out, her head 

 high, her nakedness a badge of love.  She had no idea what 

 would happen next, but she was not worried.  She trusted 

 Sam.

 

 When she entered the door, the first thing Sam noticed was 

 that the wooden dart was still in her nipple.  He grinned 

 to himself.  "Good," he thought to himself.  "I'm glad I 

 went back to get that equipment.  I just may be able to use 

 it again."  

 

 His prick lurched in his pants as he watched the young girl 

 sit quietly by the fire, drying her hair with the heat from 

 the cheery blaze.  She was so trusting with him.  He began 

 to feel a stirring of emotion toward Karin that was foreign 

 to him, but not all that unwelcome, either.  Her complete 

 trust in him stirred his paternal instincts.  Maybe it was 

 her youth, her innocence.  He didn’t know.  It wouldn't 

 stop him from carrying out plans he had for her, but now he 

 rethought them to make sure he took the extra effort to 

 make special for her.  To his surprise, he found that he 

 was looking forward to it being special for him, too.

 

 He went back over their brief history in his mind as he 

 watched her finish drying her hair.  There wasn’t much to 

 review.  He had seen her once before last night and lusted 

 after her body.  Then she had stepped off the elevator.  

 She looked so scared, so fragile, so trusting of him as he 

 introduced himself.  She had been so fucking beautiful.  He 

 realized it was at that moment she had captured his heart.  

 It was something about the look in her eyes, her 

 willingness to please him, her wanton display of sensual 

 pleasure and pain - this girl was special and he responded 

 strongly to that specialness.

 

 Sam finished preparing the meal in a pensive mood.  The 

 scene was very domestic, not at all the way things normally 

 went up here.  Definitely not what he had imagined it would 

 be like.  He shook his head to break away from these tender 

 thoughts, and caught her eye with the motion.  She saw him 

 looking at her and smiled at him.  Her smile was radiant, 

 open and honestly happy.

 

 He motioned her over to the table, indicating the chair 

 where he wished her to sit.  She rose and came over to him, 

 her heels clacking lightly on the rough stone floor.  He 

 helped her into her seat gently, careful not to jar her tit 

 with the pierced nipple.  She noticed his attempts and 

 playfully punched at him.

 

 "Oh, come on silly, I won't break.  You should know that by 

 now, don't you?"

 He blushed sheepishly that she had seen through him so 

 easily.  He got serious.  "Karin, I just want to be sure 

 that this is what you want.  It can be rough.  Very rough.  

 If you want to stop now, just say so and we'll go back to 

 the city."

 

 She looked at him curiously.  "Do you have something else 

 planned to do to me?  Something you want to do?"

 

 He slowly nodded his head.

 

 "Is it something special?  Something you haven’t done 

 before or, maybe, ... very often?"  She blushed at her 

 brazen attempt to find out if he had had others up here.  

 She knew he probably had.  But the curiosity had just 

 leaked out of her mouth.

 

 "Yes."  He didn’t which part of the question he was 

 answering.  

 

 She looked at him steadily.  "Then I want to do it."

 

 "Don't you want to know what it is before you decide that?"

 

 She paused before answering him.  "Will it excite you?"

 

 "Yes."

 

 "Will you fuck me?" she continued, teasing him with the 

 game they had started at the dance.

 

 "Yes," he grinned back.

 

 "Hard?" she whispered, her eyes closing dreamily.

 

 "And long," came the reply as he leaned into her and kissed 

 her tenderly.

 

 "Often, too, I hope,” she giggled, adding another line to 

 their special dialog.  She tipped her head back, lifting 

 her face to his.  “God, I love your cock!  Does that make 

 me bad?"  She giggled again into his mouth as they kissed, 

 their tongues dueling playfully.

 

 The light dinner he had prepared was a delightful affair, 

 quiet banter back and forth.  Were it not for the setting 

 and her dress, it could have been the first date it 

 actually was.  Sam discovered much more about her than she 

 did about him.  He was pleased to find a quick wit and a 

 sharp, but untrained, mind sitting across from him.  

 Somehow, that increased her appeal to him.  He marveled 

 that she could sit there, unconcerned about her nakedness, 

 totally at ease.

 

 The food was gone, the table had been cleared and the 

 dishes cleaned and neatly put away.  He had postponed the 

 next session as long as he could, and they both knew it.  

 He walked quietly over, sat in the big chair by the fire, 

 and stared into it, thinking.  He pulled out a worn pipe 

 and filled it with his favorite blend.  There were too many 

 places in the city he couldn’t enjoy a leisurely bowl full 

 of tobacco, too many sensitive pink lungs he could 

 infuriate.  This was the only place he could smoke, and not 

 worry about it.  He was also putting off the inevitable.

 

 Karin stood quietly behind his chair, watching him struggle 

 with his decision.  She took the opportunity to drink in 

 some of the details about him she had not had a chance to 

 before.  The way his lightly graying hair curled up over 

 the collar of his flannel shirt.  His hair was tousled now, 

 not perfectly groomed as it had been at the dance.  The 

 touch of silver was just at his temples, giving him a wise, 

 distinguished look.  She could see why he was successful in 

 banking.  He just looked like you could trust him with your 

 money.  

 

 She followed the curve of his neck across his broad 

 shoulders.  She had never seen a man with such strong 

 shoulder and arms.  She was not small, but he had lifted 

 her as if she had been as light as a cheerleader.  His 

 strong hands were holding his pipe.  No, they were 

 caressing it, making love to the carved burl wood.  

 

 She sighed softly to herself.  Men were so easy to read.  

 Well, this one was, anyway.  Karin had watched Sam’s 

 emotions change over the last 24 hours.  The change was as 

 obvious to her as if she was watching a television drama.  

 It must be a natural female ability.  She had sensed that 

 he was in love with her even before they came to the 

 mountains.  She thought it was kind of funny, in a way.  

 Now that this big strong man had feelings for her, he 

 couldn't continue and give her what she really wanted.  

 What she needed.

 

 She went over to him and sat on the arm of the chair.  

 "Sam?  I could be naughty if it would help you.  I'm 

 already stark naked.  See?”  She lifted her uninjured tit 

 to his lips.  He blew a ring of smoke that settled around 

 the succulent flesh.  

 

 “And I've already fucked you."  She reached between her 

 legs and spread her lips wide apart, giving him a glimpse 

 at the moist cavern of her desires.

 

 She moved her hands into his lap and loosened his belt.  

 His pants opened as she slowly lowered the zipper, 

 tantalizing them both.  She slipped her soft hand inside.  

 Grasping the shaft of his stiffened cock, she pumped it up 

 and down.  Freeing his prick from his pants, she got off 

 the arm of the chair and knelt in between his legs.

 

 Looking up into his steady eyes, she said, "If you'll tell 

 me what to do, I'll be a naughty girl and lick it for you.  

 I’ll be anything you want me to be."  She leaned forward 

 and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock.  A clear drop of 

 pre-cum was pooling in the pee slit, and she stuck out her 

 tongue to lick it up.  The salty flavor sent shivers down 

 her back.

 

 He looked down at the blonde head slowly engulfing his 

 cock.  “You’ll really be anything I want?”

 

 She nodded, not taking her mouth off him.

 

 “Would you be my sex slave, my sex toy, a whipping post for 

 my darkest fantasies?”

 

 She halted her movements on his cock.  He could feel her 

 shudder, her hands tightening slightly on his scrotum.  She 

 looked up, tears in her eyes.  “If you would have me.  

 Yes.”  They were tears of joy.

 

 “Good.  That’s what I want.  You are my slave.”  He settled 

 himself in his chair.  “Just keep doing what you’re doing, 

 slave.”

 

 "Like this?” she asked coyly.  She leaned forward and 

 kissed his prick again, this time circling the head with 

 her tongue after.  "Was that good?"

 

 "Shit, slave,” he bellowed gruffly.  “Will you quit teasing 

 me?"

 

 "But Sam...”

 

 “SILENCE!”

 

 Her eyes opened wide.  He was into the ‘game’ now.  He 

 sounded serious, not just gruff.  Something warned her not 

 to push him.  She waited silently for him to continue.

 

 “First, let’s get something straight.  I am not ‘Sam.’  We 

 both know that.  I will tell you later what my name is, but 

 for now, you can call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’  Second, you do 

 not speak unless spoken to.  Not a word, unless I give you 

 permission.  Third, and most important, you are here for my 

 pleasure, not yours.  Unless I allow you up, you will kneel 

 on the floor, by my side.”

 

 His stern voice filled her being, carrying her along into 

 this new definition of her roles.  She had heard nothing 

 she could object to.  She was his to command, his toy to 

 play with, his body to beat.

 

 “That will do for now.  I will inform you of other rules as 

 you break them.  You will remember them better after you 

 have been severely punished for displeasing me.”  He smiled 

 as he felt her tremble at this last part.  “Believe me, 

 slave, you do not want to be punished.  You will not enjoy 

 it.”

 

 She continued to hold his large cock in her mouth, and 

 after a while he noticed she was not doing much with it.  

 Like she didn’t know what felt good to him.  He tapped her 

 lightly on the top of her head to get her attention.

 

 “You call that a blow job?  Explain yourself and your poor 

 performance!”

 

 Her eyes lowered and he could see tears forming.  She had 

 been trying to please him.  When she first started 

 speaking, it was so soft that he couldn’t hear her.

 

 “Speak up, slave.  When you have the opportunity to be 

 heard, I don’t want to have to listen to you twice!”

 

 I’m sorry, Sir.  I truly am.  I've only done this once 

 before.  That was last night when you spanked me so nicely.  

 I want to do it right, so it will be good for you.  Please, 

 Sir.  You'll have to tell me what to do."

 

 He looked down and saw the hurt in her eyes.  "She really 

 doesn't know how!" he thought, amazed at her innocence and 

 unspoiledness.

 

 "You're doing fine, Honey," he said aloud.  The term of 

 endearment slipped out so naturally he didn't even notice.  

 

 Karin did hear it.  Her ears burned and her eyes brightened 

 as she approached his prick again.  With patience and 

 caring, he instructed her between his groans of pleasure 

 how to suck him off the way he liked to be sucked.  She was 

 a willing student, often going above and beyond the call of 

 duty, even to the point of forcing herself to take him down 

 her throat.  After a while it was easier and almost seemed 

 natural.  

 

 His load of cum pumped deep into her throat.  Karin quickly 

 pulled back so that just his swollen head remained in her 

 mouth.  She sucked voraciously on the spewing organ as he 

 had instructed her earlier and milked it dry.  She pulled 

 back when he was done and rolled the sticky white fluid 

 around her mouth with her tongue, savoring it as would a 

 connoisseur.  

 

 He watched her with a wry smile.  “Do you like the taste, 

 slave?”

 

 "Ummmm, yes, Sir.  It tastes good.  I liked it," she 

 announced.  "Sir?” she asked him quietly.  

 

 He nodded for her to continue.

 

 “Sir, do all men taste the same?"

 

 Her innocent question made him burst out in laughter, 

 doubling over in the chair.

 

 She got a hurt, pouty look on her face.  She thought he was 

 making fun of her.  He lifted her up onto his lap, settling 

 her down with his still erect cock trapped between her 

 thighs.  He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face 

 in her hair.  

 

 "I don't know the answer to that, Honey, uh, slave.  I've 

 never tasted another man, or even myself."

 

 "Oh.  Yes, Sir.

 

 “Sir?” she asked a moment later.  

 

 He again nodded.

 

 “Sir?  I know I’m not very smart or sexy, but I really want 

 to learn about things.  Please don't make fun of me, OK?  

 That hurts too much.  In here."  She pointed to her heart.

 

 "I know it hurts.  I would never intentionally hurt you 

 that way.  Never.  Sometimes the things you say make me 

 laugh, though.  It’s because you are so innocent, not 

 because you are dumb."

 

 They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.

 

 "Sir?"

 

 "Yes?"

 

 “Are we talking now, or do I still have to be quiet all the 

 time”

 

 He grinned at her sincere face.  “You may speak, slave, but 

 do not try my patience with trivia!”  He slapped her bare 

 asscheek for emphasis.

 

 "Will you really punish me if I displease you?"

 

 He squeezed her tight.  “Karin, I don't want to hurt you.  

 I care about you too much."  

 

 "I know you care about me, Sir.  I’ve known that when you 

 danced with me."  She reached down and grasped his 

 throbbing cock that was nestled between her thighs.  "I 

 also know you want to hurt me.”  She caressed his hardness, 

 feeling the hotness.  “It excites you."  She gave it 

 another squeeze.  "It's all right.  I don’t mind.”  She 

 looked up at him.  “You can do anything you want to me.  I 

 want you to."  She paused.  "I, uh, I-I-I love you, Sir."

 

 With that, she lowered her head and watched her hand stroke 

 his cock.

 

 "And I like it, too," she added quietly, “when you hurt me, 

 when you like when you hurt me.  Looking up, she asked, a 

 plea for understanding in her eyes, "Does that make me 

 weird or something?"”

 

 If he hadn't loved her before, he did now.  His heart 

 softened as the beautiful young girl on his lap confessed 

 her love to him.  After he had beat her.  Asking him for 

 more.  What more could he ask for in a woman?

 

 He reached around and cupped the pierced breast.  He 

 gradually squeezed the soft flesh until she squirmed 

 against his lap, his cock inching its way towards her cunt.

 

 "Ummmmm.  Yessss."  The feeling that he was back in control 

 filled her with a glow that started the fires burning in 

 her belly.

 

 He reached out and gently grasped the piece of wood 

 piercing her nipple by the two ends.  She inhaled through 

 her clenched teeth but did not pull away.  She looked up at 

 him and smiled.

 

 "It's OK.  Really.  Play with it."  She pushed her chest 

 into his hand in invitation.

 

 He slowly twisted the wood around like a tiny propeller.  

 She squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back into the 

 pain as it gradually built, burning, twisting at the tip of 

 her tit.  She bit her tongue to keep from screaming.  She 

 didn't want to stop him because of her cries.

 

 The nipple snapped back to its normal position when he let 

 go.  She sagged into his chest, gasping for air.  She had 

 climaxed hard.  There was a wet spot on his pants leg where 

 she was sitting.  She felt the spot grow as more cunt juice 

 leaked out.  

 

 Karin looked down and shifted her buttocks to see the 

 stain.  "Oooohhhhhh, now you're going to have to punish me, 

 huh, Sir?" she asked hopefully.

 

 "Yes, now you're really going to get it," he grinned back.

 

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