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Slave
copyright 1995 by Pat Powers
We met in a sports bar. She was a big, powerful-looking woman with close-cropped blonde hair -- a more feminine, better endowed version of Annie Lenox, with a rounder, fuller face.
Meeting her was easy. It was late at the bar and I sat a stool away from her and caught her eye. She gave me a look that I know well -- that old "you'll do for tonight" look. I've seen that expression on a lot of women's faces, in a lot of bars, and I've come to learn that that expression, rather than rapture or anything like that, means I'm going to get laid.
She did not want to go back to my hotel room, but she was very glad to take me home to her house, a quiet little place in the suburbs.
I followed her through winding residential street to an old but wealthy section of the city, where she pulled into a long driveway that led to a place that didn't look all that little, by my standards.
She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, a strange thing to do at your own home, I thought. "Forget your keys?" I asked.
"No," she said, without making any attempt to explain.
The door was opened by a tiny young woman with long, flowing auburn hair, a heart-shaped face, and beautiful brown eyes, which I could only glimpse because she never looked me full in the face. She was somewhere around five feet tall -- maybe a little less than five feet, certainly not much more. Her lips were full, arched like bird's wings. Like many small people, her features seemed more beautiful for being small -- more finely drawn and detailed.
I couldn't tell much more about her because she was dressed in flowing velvet robes that completely concealed her figure.
"A whiskey sour, a Kahlua and some chips," my intended said to the young woman in a calm, authoritative voice. "In the playroom. And the usual things."
I thought I detected a flash of excitement on the young woman's face as she nodded, eyes downcast, and walked away down a hall.
"This way," said my host, and led me down a hallway that had obviously been furnished by someone with more money than I had, and more taste, too.
The playroom turned out to be a very adult sort of playroom -- a big room dominated by a long couch on one end, with a large bed at the other end, pillows tossed everywhere, and heavy drapes covering the window. There was a TV set in the corner, hooked up to a VCR. And I saw the legs of what looked like a tripod sticking out from under the bed. Tripod for a videocam?
I would have bet on it.
Karla --that was her name, Karla Ouspensky -- sat down on the couch and I sat down next to her.
"Nice place you have here," I told her.
"It serves my needs," Karla said with a smile.
"And what sort of needs would that be?" I asked, also smiling.
"You're about to find out," Karla said, leaning forward, her eyes half closed, her lips parted.
I took her cue and reached out to her. We embraced, and kissed -- a long, deep kiss with lots of tongue.
Karla ran her hands along my side, then up and down my back. I did the same, except I kept my hand at the small of her back and the beginning of her butt-crack. I've found that a lot of women find this really exciting.
Karla began to moan softly as I ran my other hand up over her breast and gently stroked her nipple. It was a big, hard nipple that popped right through the fabric of her bra as she became excited.
Karla retaliated by slipping a hand down between my legs and stroking my dick, which was already fully erect. Her fingers were expert as she slid her hand up and down my shaft, stroking the head of the penis and occasionally fondling my balls.
"We'd better get these clothes off, don't you think?" Karla asked. "Don't want any unsightly stains on them."
I was at a point where all I wanted to do was stick my cock up Karla's slit and bang her like a drum. I could have cared less about whether or not my clothes got stained. But I did want them removed, so I said, "OK."
"Help us with our clothes, Tina," Karla said.
I heard a rustling and looked around to see Tina walking towards us. A tray of drinks and chips was sitting on a table by the door. Tina must have come in so silently that I hadn't noticed us.
I thought that standing and watching your boss make out was asking a lot of a servant, however well paid, but I wasn't too concerned about it. Maybe this was how the rich did things. Wasn't any concern of mine, anyway.
Tina silently helped me out of my pants and shirt, and her mistress out of her sheath dress. I was reluctant to remove my shorts in front of Tina, because my dick was still rock hard and I didn't feel quite right about revealing it in front of Tina.
Karla, however, stripped right down to the buff and when she saw me still in my shorts, she quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed my cock, saying, "Now, mustn't hide the goodies. We like Mr. Cock."
To show how much she liked it, she bent over and took it in her mouth, sucking on it until it seemed ready to burst, then standing back up to allow my cock to bob in the air.
Tina stood and watched the whole performance calmly, except that I could see from her posture and the way her fingers worked, and a certain intensity to her stare that she was excited about something.
Obviously, there were no secrets between Karla and Tina, and if I was going to score with Karla, it would have to be with Tina watching.
I figured I could live with that.
"Bring us our drinks," Karla said and sat down on the sofa. I joined her a moment later. Casually, Karla reached out with her hand and began idly stroking my dick as Tina brought our drinks over.
"You've probably been wondering about Tina, haven't you, Mr. Smith?" Karla asked as Tina handed us our drinks. Karla never once stopped stroking my dick, and it felt so good I wasn't about to make a fuss about anything, so I just nodded.
"Tina, front and center," Karla ordered. Tina stood before us. Even standing above us as she was, Tina would not look us in the eye. Instead, she kept her eyes lowered, at about the level of my crotch.
Well, I couldn't blame her, under the circumstances.
"Remove your robe, Tina," Karla ordered.
With a single motion, Tina unhooked a clasp that kept the robe fastened around her throat. It fell in a heap at her feet, revealing Tina to be naked -- well, almost naked. She was wearing a black leather sex harness. There was a collar around her neck, a belt around her waist, straps criss-crossing her chest, leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and iron rings dangling everywhere.
The body that supported all this leather and iron was one of the most curvaceous, feminine bodies I'd ever seen in my life. Her tiny frame had a narrow waist, swelling smoothly out into rounded hips below, and swelling out to two large, pendant breasts above. I doubt if her breasts were more that 36Cs, but on her tiny body they looked enormous. And she also had huge, round nipples, dark brown against her tanned, smooth skin.
She had a smoothly rounded belly that descended to two large, thick labia. A small ring pierced one of the labia.
"What do you think?" Karla asked.
"She's beautiful," I replied, "like you."
Karla gave my dick a friendly little squeeze for that bit of thoughtfulness.
"Tina, tell Mr. Smith what your relation to me is," said Karla.
"I am Karla's slave," Tina said calmly.
"What kind of slave?" Karla asked.
"I am Karla's sex slave," Tina said.
"Oh," I said. What else was there to say?
"Let's show Mr. Smith what a slave you are," Karla said. "Let's see ... why don't you go over to the fruit bowl and get yourself a banana?
Tina did as she was told.
"On your hands and knees, facing away from us," Karla instructed her. "Get those knees wide apart ... very good ... now slide that banana all the way up your pussy."
Tina never said a word. I saw her tiny, beautifully formed hand come out from between her legs and part her plump labia, revealing the bright pink of her inner lips. The other hand appeared with the banana. In her tiny hands, it looked enormous. Without hesitation, she probed herself with the banana's tip, and when she had it centered, she began slowly pushing it in. She worked very carefully, and every so often, her whole body would twitch, as if she'd hit a tender spot, but in a couple of minutes the only sign of that banana was the end of it's stem poking out from between Tina's pussy lips.
"Keep it there until I tell you to release it," Karla said as Tina's hands disappeared. But she made no move to change position, just stayed there on the floor, her ass raised and spread before us, with the tip of the banana twitching slightly as Tina's muscled tensed and released.
"You've definitely gotten good and hard watching Tina with that banana," Karla said, running her hand down my noticeably engorged shaft. "Would you like your cock sucked?"
"That would be great," I said, being horny and sane.
"Tina, suck Mr. Smith's cock for him," Karla said.
Tina rose from the floor, careful not to dislodge the banana.
"Over here first, hands back," Karla said when Tina was on her feet.
Tina stepped over to Karla, then turned away from her and crossed her hands behind her back, holding them away from her.
Karla reached up and grabbed the rings that dangled from Tina's wrist cuffs, then let go. It was clear from the way that Tina held her arms that her wrists were now linked together behind her back.
"Turn around," instructed Karla, and Tina turned to face us.
"Don't you just love the way it makes her stick her tits out?" Karla asked.
"Oh, yes," I said honestly. With her arms linked behind her back, Tina's breasts were thrust up and out, jiggling and swaying with her every move.
"Bounce on your heels," Karla ordered, and Tina immediately began to bounce up and down on her heels, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway enticingly.
"I think we'll have to sample those tits, don't you? Karla asked.
"Definitely," I said, hypnotized by the way Tina's large breasts jiggled and rolled as she bounced.
"Walk forward until your shins are right up against the couch, staying between us," Karla said. Tina did so. Wonderful relationship these two had. "Now, bend over at the waist so your breasts dangle down at mouth level."
In a moment, Tina's breast dangled and swayed before me. Tina braced her head against the sofa back, unable to support herself with her hands. It must have been a very uncomfortable position for her, but she didn't make a sound.
"You little cow," Karla said, stroking Tina's breast. "Why don't you moo for us like the cow you are?"
"Mooo," Tina said softly. She had a tiny, little-girl voice that contrasted oddly with her ripe figure. "Moo."
"Louder!" Karla ordered. "You can do a much better cow than that. It's milking time, you're in the stall, and you want Farmer Smith here to know that your tits are full and ready to be sucked dry."
"Moooooooo!" Tina lowed. "Mooooo!"
"Bon appetit," Karla said, and began licking and sucking Tina's breast. It looked like fun to me, so I joined in on the other one. It was a big, full breast and the nipple on it was firm and large. Sucking on it, smelling Tina's body as I did so, was a real turn-on.
Tina continued to moo as we sucked. Karla, meanwhile, slipped a hand over Tina's crotch and began pulling the banana out of her pussy, then shoving it back in.
This caused Tina's moos to change into gasps and groans periodically. I ran my hands down Tina's side and squeezed her ass -- it was a nice, round, squeezable ass.
"Think we have this heifer properly milked Farmer Smith?" Karla asked.
"I think so," I said, disengaging from Tina's tit.
"Then I guess it's Tina's turn to do the sucking," Karla said. "On your knees, little cow. And don't forget to ask."
Karla put a hand to Tina's shoulder and pushed her upright. She stood there balancing for a moment. Her hair was damp and matted where her head had pressed against the sofa. Her hands, bound behind her, forced her breasts out and up. Her nipples were moist and fully distended from our sucking. The banana hung an inch or two out of her pussy, and her inner thighs were stained with her own juices. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes cast down at crotch level. She was breathing hard. Her hands were twisting slightly behind her back.
When she had recovered her balance, Tina moved in front of me, and dropped to her knees -- not an easy thing to do with your hands tied behind your back, but Tina made it look easy. She had obviously had a lot of practice.
For the first time, Tina looked me in the eye as she knelt on the floor before me. She had large, round, brown eyes. "Please, may I suck your cock, Mr. Smith?" her perfect little lips said, her eyes never wavering from mine.
"Sure," I said. (What else would I have said?)
Tina rose and walked forward on her knees until her body came up against the sofa. She leaned forward and allowed her body to fall across mine. I felt the softness of her tits against my thighs, then I felt the warm moistness of her mouth engulfing my cock.
Karla slid over and leaned in the general direction of my crotch. I thought she was going to join in with Tina in licking my cock. Instead she put her lips near Tina's ear and softly said, "All right, Tina, keep Mr. Smith rock hard -- but don't let him come. I'll be VERY cross with you if he comes in your mouth. (To emphasize her words, Karla gave Tina a hard slap on the ass, causing her to start and go "mmmfgh!"
"And don't forget -- eye contact! Karla said. "Got it?"
"Mmmh hmmm," Tina said, her mouth full. At the same time, she arched her head back and looked up and me, her mouth distended by my cock. Then she lowered her head again, taking in all of my cock at once.
Tina worked my cock with her tongue, mouth and lips as if it were the only thing in the world. She was good -- she was REAL good. Her tongue worked my cock with a sureness and skill that was uncanny -- she would drive me just to the point of orgasm and keep me hovering there for what seemed like eternity, then when I was on the verge of coming, she'd back me down.
"Tina really knows how to suck cock, doesn't she?" Karla's voice came cutting through the fog induced by Tina's incredibly skilled cocksucking.
"She is great," I said wholeheartedly.
"She had a master before me who trained her very thoroughly in cocksucking," said Karla. "Most women don't have benefit of such training, but a slave like Tina who's had a male master for any length of time always gets trained. Tina's only problem is that she likes to have men come in her mouth, so she doesn't always save them for other purposes."
"We all have our weaknesses," I said.
"Tina doesn't have any weaknesses," Karla said. "She IS a weakness."
I looked at Karla sitting on the sofa next to me, watching Tina's head bob and waggle as she worked my cock. She was a long, lean, graceful cat of a woman, and hot as I was from Tina's educated tongue on my cock, I had to kiss her. So I grabbed her and did so.
Karla responded fervently, pressing herself against me, running her hands over me as I ran my hands over her. I ran my hand down between Karla's legs and gently probed the folds of her vaginal lips. They were slippery with Karla's love juices. I sent a finger sliding into Karla's vagina and began gently stroking her clitoris with my pussy-slickened fingers.
Karla began to moan, softly.
For a long time the world pretty much consisted of soft, probing tongues, moist pussy lips, stroking hands and smooth flesh pressed against mine.
Finally, Karla broke off, saying, "Oh, Mr. Smith, you certainly can make a girl feel wanted." Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers. Her face was hot and flushed.
"Let's play with Tina some," Karla said, rising from the sofa. "She's such an amusing little pet."
continued in part 2/2
Article 45151 of alt.sex.stories: Path: usenet.ufl.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!gatech!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!newstf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: misterskin@aol.com (MisterSkin) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Slave (2/2) m/f/f b&d Date: 22 Jan 1995 03:15:45 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 188 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: 3ft47h$i97@newsbf02.news.aol.com Reply-To: misterskin@aol.com (MisterSkin)
Karla walked over to a bureau and pulled a device out of a drawer. She stretched out elastic straps and I recognized it. Joni's butterfly -- a vibrator designed to rest directly over a woman's clitoris and buzz her into ecstasy, held in place by elastic straps.
Karla pulled the by-now softened banana out of Tina's pussy and placed the vibrator portion of the harness directly over Tina's pussy, then began fastening the straps that would hold the vibrator in place, with sure practiced movements. Tina just kept sucking my cock, but then, what else could she do?
Something about Karla's experienced manner struck a chord. I had seen something like it before. Then it came to me. She looked like most pet owners I had seen when they leashed up their dog or cat for a run outside.
Karla secured the four straps attached to the end of the vibrator to the belt that cinched in Tina's round little belly. There was no way the vibrator would slip out of position..
Karla slid her hand into the back of Tina's butt, and flipped the switch on the vibrator.
Tina moaned as the vibrations made their way through her pussy. Her little hands tugged helplessly in their bonds. Her hips began to make an involuntary pumping motion. Despite these distractions, she continued to do an excellent job of sucking my cock. In fact, she had me on the verge of popping my cork, and kept me there. Every time it seemed as if I were on the verge of losing control and coming, she managed to back off and calm me down. But as soon as I was calmed again, her tongue and lips got back to work, and brought me right back to the brink. I have no idea how she did it -- all I can think is that she could tell what state my dick was in from the way it throbbed.
Karla was not through with her distractions, however. While the vibrator slowly compelled Tina to orgasm, and Tina held me on the brink, Karla picked up a whip and brought it down smartly on Tina's exposed ass.
Tina's whole body arched, including the part of her that enclosed my cock. She gave a soft, muffled grunt of pain, each time the whip came down. And come down it did, repeatedly.
I don't know how long this went on. It seemed to go on forever. Constantly on the brink of orgasm, with Tina soft, warm lips enfolding my cock, her tongue working with incredible skill and dexterity along the whole length of it, the feel of her tits pressed against my upper thighs, the sight of her body ... I had no interest in keeping track of time.
I was roused from my sexual stupor when Karla grabbed Tina's head and pulled her off my cock. She rocked back on her knees, moaning softly and twitching as the vibrator continued to send its pulses through her engorged pussy.
"My turn," Karla said huskily, grabbing my cock. "Come on, let's do it doggie style."
"This was pretty much agreeable to me. I got up from the couch and Karla and I kissed. Then she got down on her hand and knees, facing away from me, her knees spread wide to reveal a pink, clean-shaven pussy which gleamed moistly.
"Put it where it can do some good, big boy," Karla said, grinning and looking back at me.
"My pleasure," I said truthfully.
"Help out, Tina," Karla said to Tina, who knelt beside us.
I slid my cock into Karla's moist pussy, a smooth, easy motion. I began thrusting deeply into her, as Karla braced herself and laid her head against the floor. Meanwhile, Tina, in response to Karla's order, slid down on the floor and quickly wormed her way over to us. Tina was clearly very used to crawling around on the floor with her hands bound behind her.
I established a rhythm quickly with Karla, who by her flushed skin and arching back, appeared to be as excited as I was. Then I felt something soft and wet probing my balls. It was Tina's tongue. She was "helping out."
With Tina's tongue probing my balls and the underside of my cock as it slid in and out of Karla's moist pussy, the urge to come quickly became overwhelming. And this time, Tina couldn't hold me back. Karla's arched back twitched and bucked as she reached the height of passion. Just as I reached the height of passion, Karla began screaming, "Come in Tina's mouth!: "In Tina's mouth!"
I was past caring where I came, just so I could come somewhere. So I obligingly pulled out of Karla -- who collapsed on the floor, and jammed my cock down Tina's throat. She took it all in, and sucked vigorously as my come exploded into her throat. I squatted over Tina's head, looking down at her face as she sucked away happily. Then I collapsed on the floor, too.
"It's been great fun, but I have a full day tomorrow," I said when I woke up around 2 a.m. that morning and roused Karla.
"Sure you won't stay for breakfast?" Karla asked. "Tina serves a wonderful Southern breakfast. I'm sure you'd love it."
"I'm sure I would, too," I said, and I meant it. "But I just don't have the time."
"I understand," Karla said. "Duty calls."
We left Tina sleeping on the floor, hunched up in a ball -- mainly because her wrists were bound to her ankles, a cock gag still filling her mouth. We had used her hard, and long and she looked it -- her hair was plastered to her forehead, various dried body secretions gave off a slight but noticeable odor, and her body had the elegantly relaxed look of a woman's body that has been well and truly fucked. I had come in various orifices of hers six or seven times that night. Karla and Tina knew how to get the best out of a guy.
The strange thing was that even with the big black leather cock gag distending her lips, moving slightly in and our of her mouth as she breathed, Tina's face had an almost angelic look to it -- not a line on it, not a worry or care.
But I knew what those lips and fingers could and would do, and I knew that there was absolutely nothing innocent about Tina.
"Beautiful place you have here," I said as Karla showed me out.
"What makes you think it's mine?" Karla asked.
"Whose place would it be, then?" I asked. "Tina's?"
"Yes," Karla answered.
"Well, mastery does have it privileges, doesn't it?" I observed. "You get the slave, you get her belongings, I guess. Still, wouldn't you rather live in your own place."
"I don't have a place, per se," Karla said. "I see that you don't fully understand the nature of my relationship with Tina. She's my slave -- but she's also my employer. You see, Tina comes from a very rich old Atlanta family -- she's inherited a ton of money, just for being born with the name she was born with. I'm from a poor mountain family. We both went to college -- I worked my way through, one of very few kids on both sides of my family to manage it. For Tina, it was a sort of finishing school that made the people who administer her trust fund a little easier with the purse strings.
"Well, you know how it is with the economy," Karla said. "Even with all the sweat and sacrifice I put in to college, the only jobs I could find when I graduated with my MBA degree were the same jobs that my cousins who didn't graduate high school already had several years' advancement in -- waiting tables and standing behind counters in stores.
"So, I was working as a waitress in a bar one night, and in walks this rich bitch that I remember from college," Karla said. "And I notice that she's wearing this ring -- a leather ring with a small loop of iron set in it. Now this bar is in downtown Atlanta and we get all kinds of customers, and I know what that ring means -- it means the wearer is into bondage and submission, and likes to be the one who submits.
"And all of a sudden, I feel this overwhelming surge of rage towards her -- that I should work so hard and wind up waiting table in a crummy bar, while she just inherits her way to the good life," Karla continued. "And this plan leaps into my mind. I realize that if she IS a submissive I can have myself a little revenge, if I pretend I'm her dominant."
"So I picked Tina up, and took her home, and got her totally helpless, and worked over within an inch of her life," Karla said. "And of course, she loved it. The problem was, I couldn't REALLY hurt her -- I've been opposed to violence all my life. And so I was exactly what Tina was looking for -- someone who would REALLY GO AT HER, without really hurting her. I REALLY wanted to hurt her -- it was a great thrill for her. But a safe thrill, you understand.
"So when I left Tina, thinking I would never hear from her again, she called me back. Again and again and again, until I finally agreed to see her again. And I did the things I had done to her before once again, only THIS time I knew I was doing exactly what she wanted me to. I pretended to myself at first that I didn't like doing it, but after the third or fourth visit, it was obvious to me at some level that I was getting as much out of our weird scene as Tina was. I loved having the chance to express all my anger and resentment so directly and forcefully to a naked, helpless, rich bitch. And as you've seen, Tina has absolutely no inhibitions, and she's very good at what she does."
"I'll say," I sighed. "She kind of sucked you into this, eh?"
"Exactly," Karla said, grinning. "When she used her influence with one of her family's communications subsidiaries to get me a job as an assistant editor, that really got to me. I finally got a chance to put that college education to use that meant so much to me and my family. She found that hook and had no hesitation in using it. Now my family thinks I'm great, and they think my friend Tina is wonderful -- not snooty at all, very demure and submissive, the way a young woman should be. I've been told several times that if I were more like her, I'd have no trouble finding a man to marry me."
"So, essentially, you're her slave, even though she is your slave," I said.
"Oh, I'm the slave all right, make no mistake about it," Karla said. "Tina has been very careful not to give me enough money or power to do anything on my own. And assistant editors make about as much money as assistant managers of fast food franchises. Without Tina, it would be a constant struggle to survive. And of course, without Tina I might not have a job at all."
"Well, I wish you the best of luck," I said as I got into my car. "I guess we all get enslaved, one way or another. Most of us just wind up enslaved to a job, rather than a person. I imagine it's a lot tougher to be enslaved to a person."
"Yes, but I do have one compensation," Karla said. "After you leave, I'm going to tie Tina spreadeagled and whip her until she makes those little high-pitched screams that mean she's about ready to pass out. Bet you can't do that to you boss."
"Even if I could, he's a pretty repulsive old guy -- it wouldn't be much fun," I said.
"Well, do give us a call next time you're in Atlanta," Karla said, leaning into the car and kissing me. "You're a good listener, and pretty good in bed, for someone with a cock."
"Gee, that's the nicest thing I've heard in a long time," I said. "Why did you pick me up, if you're so into women?"
"Tina likes a little variety now and then, and so do I," Karla said. "One of the little services I provide for Tina is finding her a little fresh meat when she's craving some. No offense meant, of course."
"None taken," I said, though it hurt just a little to hear myself described so bluntly. "See you around."
I drove off to the airport, and as happens so often with the women I've met while travelling, I never saw her again.
Well, my wife wouldn't have it any other way, if you know what I mean.