Confessions of a Slaver

THINGS I HAVE DONE: CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER

Part III

 

That night marked the beginning of Carolyn=s new career as the school whore.  She just wanted to be a slut, but I made her take money for it, so she became the school whore.

 

Before the weekend was out, everyone in town knew that Carolyn had lost her virginity to a lesbian=s strap‑on, and that the first real cock to cum inside her belonged to a dog.  Word got out about the ensuing gang‑bang, as well, though there was considerable debate about who was really there and who wasn=t.  There were at least 500 people claiming first‑hand knowledge, but I knew less than half that number were actually present.  Everyone there, though, was allowed to sample my sister=s wares.   Once the paying customers were through with her, that was.

 

The way it worked was with the ticket stubs.  Everyone got a ticket when they paid for their admission.  What nobody knew was that each ticket was worth a crack at either her cunt, her ass or her mouth.  Tickets ending in 1 through 3 got her ass, 4 through 6 got her cunt, and 7 through 0 received blow jobs.  It took seven hours before the last one was finished, and by then, Carolyn was delirious and covered in cum.  When I finally helped her onto her feet, she mumbled a quiet, Athank you,@ and smiled at me.  I know she wasn=t thanking me for untying her.

 

Carolyn continued to go to school, but never attended class after that.  Instead, she spent her days in a small utility room in the basement.  One of the janitors ‑ who received free daily use of her body in return for it ‑ provided an old mattress, which was the only furnishing in the room.  Whenever she was in the room, Carolyn=s collar remained chained and locked to an overhead steam pipe.  This allowed her enough slack to move around, even to use the toilet and sink when she needed to, but kept her secured and aware of her condition. 

 

I maintained Carolyn=s Adate book@ for her, ensuring she was neither over‑ nor under‑used.  Payment was required in advance; $20 for fifteen minutes, which was usually more than enough time.  She had a maximum of three dates per hour, and an hour break at lunchtime.  I found that most of the boys tended to shy away from her in the afternoon if I didn=t get her cleaned up first.  A normal school day for her would mean 15 loads of cum, and $300 dollars in my pocket.  I would also occasionally rent her out on the weekends, but this was only for select friends and special events.  The first full year, my gross income from her was a bit over $40,000 ‑ pretty good for a sixteen year old back in 1968!  Thanks to the money Carolyn was earning, Dad was able to sell his business and invest the money in more pleasurable pursuits. 

 

After Carolyn=s Acumming out@ party, neither Dad nor I used her much anymore.  She was busy all day long, and usually had a date most evenings.  She was still responsible for taking care of the house, cooking meals and cleaning, however, so we decided by mutual agreement that her duties would be mostly limited to just that.  On those few nights when she wasn=t on a date, though, she=d spend the evening at home, servicing her Owners.  She would be able to share those duties, however, because I soon picked up a second slave.

 

It was just three days after the party at school that I was approached by the girl who would eventually be my second slave, Carolyn=s replacement.  She wasn't one of the best looking creatures I'd seen, but with a bit of work, wouldn't be something I'd kick out of bed (but then again, how ugly would any female have to be to be kicked out of an 18 year old's bed?).  She was a tall, lanky blonde, with stringy hair that seemed to always be dirty and without shape. She wore those stupid‑looking "movie star" glasses that went out of fashion ten years earlier, but that I later discovered the reason for it: Her mother thought were so "neato."   Close to six feet tall, all legs and arms like a Great Dane puppy, and about as coordinated as one, too.  No tits to speak of, though how I could tell at first was somewhat of a mystery.  The way she dressed was just plain old ugly.  Wool plaid skirts extending to mid‑calf.  White knee socks and those clunky, ugly black leather shoes that never wore out.  Blouses buttoned to the neck.  Short version:  She dressed like a wannabe nun, and everyone figured she=d gladly die a virgin.  Well, nobody had ever been farther from the truth.  She turned out to be a wildcat, and even sluttier than my sister.

 

Her name was Annie, and as I found out later, was living alone with her mother in subsidized housing.  Their sole income was welfare and the few dollars her mother made working piecemeal as a seamstress.  Her father abandoned them when he discovered her mother was pregnant ‑ at the age of 14.  Annie was a smart girl, advanced in grade twice, so she was only fifteen and already a junior. That mean her mother was barely 30.

 

"Excuse me," she said to me in the crowded hallway on that memorable day.  "I need to talk to you."

 

"So talk," I responded gruffly, crossing my arms impatiently.

 

"I can't say it here.  Please?  After school somewhere?" she nearly begged.

 

"Boy's locker room," I said.  "Inside, by the towel room."  I couldn=t think of any reason but one why she=d want to talk to me privately, and if I was right, going into an empty boy=s locker room would soon be an insignificant issue.  I knew the place was going to be deserted ‑ the Coach who would normally be there after school had a date with my sister ‑ but I don't think Annie knew that.

 

I waited around for fifteen minutes, and was just about to leave when I heard the door swing open, then the clunk‑clunk‑clunk of hard‑soled shoes.  Timidly, Annie peered down each row of lockers before passing them, approaching me.

 

"So what the fuck do you want, bitch?" I spat, causing the already scared girl to cringe.

 

"I...uh...I...uh...uh..."  She was, quite literally, speechless.

 

"Shit," I said in disgust, turning my head.  "You're so fucking stupid you don't even know what you want.  This is a waste of my time."   I turned and stared to walk away.

 

"No!  Wait, please!" she called.  "This is so hard..."

 

"No, it's not, bitch.  We both know why you're here.  Now tell me!"  I nearly shouted through clenched teeth, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look into my eyes.  "Tell me!"

 

"It's your sister!" she cried.  "I want...need...to be like her!  Please?"  Tears streamed from her eyes, whether from the humiliation and pain of her admission, or the pain of her face being squeezed in my fist.

 

"Do you know what my sister is?" I asked.  "Do you really know?"

 

"She's a slut...a whore who fucks for money," she cried.

 

"That's right, she's MY slut, and MY whore, but that's not all she is.  Do you know what she really is?"  I pushed my thumb deeper into the side of her cheek, feeling her jaws separate.

 

"She's your slave," Annie whispered, grimacing painfully as my thumbs poked into her jaws..

 

"That's what you want?  To be a slave?  Not just mine, but anybody's?  Because there's no guarantee I'd keep you, even if you do happen to make it through training. You're sure you want to be a slave?  Be careful how you answer, because if you say yes, there's no going back.  Even if you fail, the best you'll ever be is a whore, spreading your legs for a few dollars.  Is that truly what you want?"  I let go of her face and she fell against the wall, trying to regain her balance.

 

"Uh...I think so," she mumbled, holding her head down in shame.  "I have these dreams sometimes..."

 

"Sometimes, or all the time?" I asked pointedly, knowingly.

 

"Most of the time.  Like in class, when the teacher is lecturing, or in church during the sermon. Whenever I=m bored.  At night, when I=m trying to get to sleep.  When I watch those old movies about Roman soldiers and slave girls.  Even when there aren't any slave girls, I imagine myself naked at the feet of the movie  star ‑ it doesn't matter who, or even if it's a him or a her ‑ waiting to do their bidding."  She blushed in embarrassment while she told me the story.

 

"Give me your panties," I suddenly commanded, holding out my hand.  "Come on," I coaxed gently when she hesitated.  "Just reach under your skirt and pull them off.  You don't have to show me anything. just give them to me."

 

Annie carefully reached under her skirt and slowly pulled down her undergarment.  White cotton Agranny panties," just what I expected.  She turned bright red as she lifted them from the floor and handed them to me.  Not surprisingly, I immediately noticed the crotch was warm and damp.

 

"You just passed your first test, little one," I announced, anointing her with her first slave name  as I patted her gently on the head.  "From now on, though, you are not permitted panties.  Or a bra, for that matter.  Tomorrow when you come to school, no bra, no panties and no socks.  With your titties, I won=t be able to tell by looking whether you're wearing a bra, and I might not be able to check your panties, but I know it's going to be uncomfortable for you to be walking around in those clunky shoes without socks.  So, if you're not wearing socks, I'll assume you've done as I've asked.  If you have, then I'll give you further instructions tomorrow.  Go home and spend the rest of the evening playing with that slutty cunt of yours.  Cum as often as you want, but you are not to bathe.  I want the smell of  your cunt stink to follow you around tomorrow.  Oh, and let your family know you'll be late getting home.  Make up any excuse you want, but you probably won't be home until then."

 

My new novice slave nodded her head in understanding, then scampered out of the locker room, her head swimming.  I knew she expected to be fucked, probably several times, but that just wasn=t going to happen yet.  It would, but on my terms, not hers.  When and how were what I would need to decide.

 

I returned home to find my little slave Carolyn dutifully hand‑washing my soiled shorts.  This was one of her daily chores, and one which she found extremely distasteful.  You see, whenever she wasn’t immediately available to use her tongue, I would wipe my ass on my underwear after taking a shit, and then put a clean pair on.  I usually had a spare pair wherever I went, so would immediately give the soiled ones to Carolyn.  She would carry them around with her, usually in her book bag if we were at school, until she got home.  The only reason I did this was to degrade her even further, nothing more.  I could see she=d already washed out two pair; the third she had soaking in her mouth.  It could wait.  I motioned for her to stop what she was doing and remove the dirty briefs from her mouth.

 

ABedroom, slut.  Now,@ I commanded, looking down at her naked form on the bathroom floor.  She knew I meant my room, not hers.  When she arrived, crawling on hands and knees (she was never allowed to walk at home), I was sitting in the leather recliner I=d purchased with some of my first earnings from renting her out.  She knelt at my feet, knees spread wide, torso erect but head bowed submissively.

 

AYou may relax,@ I said, indicating that she could break position.  She swivelled around, sitting on her ass with her legs seductively folded under her.  AI need your help.@

 

AWhatever you wish, Master,@ she replied.

 

AThis may be too much for even you, but I want to give it a try,@ I said by way of introduction.  AI have a prospective slave.  I want your help in subjugating her.  You will help in her training, but you must remember your place as my property.  Do you think you can do that?@ I asked.

 

AI think so, Sir,@ Carolyn answered.  AExactly what do you mean?@

 

AFirst, you know that weird kid, Annie Brown?@

 

AHer?@ my sister asked in amazement.  AWhy would you even want someone like THAT as a slave?@

 

AFor the challenge, of course, though I don=t really think it=s going to take much.  Let=s just say I have a feeling about her, okay?@

 

AYes, Sir,@ Carolyn answered, shaking her head in disagreement.

 

AShe=s supposed to come to school tomorrow without panties or a bra.  No socks, either, but it=s easy enough for me to check that.  I need you to be in he locker room when she dresses out.  Tell me if she obeys.  Whether she does or not, you may end up with a new playtoy, but it would probably be more fun for both of us if she doesn=t.  Don=t let on, don=t make it obvious that you=re checking her out.  Just find out and tell me.@

 

AI understand, Sir,@ she replied.

 

AGood.  Now go back to your chores.  I might decide to use you later tonight, or maybe I=ll just jack off thinking of Annie=s tight cunt.@  It was good to let a slave know once in a while that you=d rather jack off than use her body.  Even at that young age, I knew the importance of keeping a slave in her place.

 

The following day, Annie met me as scheduled the following afternoon, right after the bell sounded.  As she approached, I slapped her across the side of the face with my hand, knocking her to the ground.

 

AYou disobeyed, Annie.  I know for a fact that you were wearing both panties and a bra when you went to gym class.@  I glowered at the girl who trembled at my feet, rubbing the red mark on her cheek.  The way she was laying, I could see she wasn=t wearing any  panties now, but all that meant was that she had attempted to deceive me.

 

AI...I just couldn=t...@ she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.

 

ALet me guess, bitch,@ I growled.  AYou couldn=t take the chance of embarrassing yourself by having someone in your gym class notice you weren=t wearing underwear, is that it?@

 

AYes, Sir,@ she blubbered.

 

AYou know, you really are stupid, aren=t you?@ I asked.  ASay it.  Say AI=m a stupid cunt.@

 

AI...I=m a stupid...cu...I=m a stupid cunt,@ she barely whispered.

 

ALouder,@ I commanded.

 

AI=m a stupid cunt,@ she recited.

 

AAgain.  Louder.  As loud as you can,@ I commanded.

 

AI=m a stupid cunt!!!@ she yelled at the top of her lungs.

 

AAnd what do you think happens to disobedient, stupid cunts, Annie?@

 

AUh...I don=t know, Sir,@ she replied.

 

AThey get punished, Annie, severely punished.  But since I haven=t agreed to train you yet, you get choices.  One, we can call this off right now.  Over.  Finished.  You get out of my life and I get out of yours, period.  Or, you agree to punishment and promise to obey everything I say, regardless of your own fears or desires, and we continue your training.@

 

AUh...what kind of punishment, you mean like a spanking or something?@

 

AMore like >or something,= Annie.  This was your first disobedience, but I need to give you something to remember.  I won=t tell you what your punishment is just yet, but rest assured it will be humiliating, painful and degrading.  You have exactly five seconds to make up your mind.  Four...three...two...@ I said, looking at my wristwatch.

 

AI accept your punishment, Sir,@ she said, before I could count to one.

 

AYou=re sure?  There=s no turning back, not even if you wanted to, once the punishment begins.  Even if you beg me to stop, I won=t, and by the time it=s over, it=ll be too late,@ I warned.  I could see the wheels turning in her brain.  She was a smart kid, but had no idea what I had in mind.

 

AI=m sure,@ she announced with conviction.

 

AFrom now until I say otherwise, you are not to speak without my explicit permission.  You may not request permission to speak nor make any signal that you wish to speak.  Is that understood?@

 

She nodded her head.  Like I said, smart girl.

 

AStrip,@ I commanded, sitting down in a chair and crossing my legs to watch the show. 

 

She hesitated only momentarily before trying to do some sort of strip tease.  I shook my head with displeasure.

 

AJust get the clothes off, bitch,@ I commanded.  AI=m not interested in your idiotic attempts at a show.  Just get naked.@

 

Quickly shedding what she had on, I had her stand with her hands clasped on top of her head and her legs spread.  I walked slowly around her, inspecting her body, occasionally making a crude or degrading comment about the size of her tits, the massive tangle of hair covering her pussy, and the size of her ass.  I poked and prodded, tweaked and pinched, but she never did break position.  Perhaps she did have some potential after all...but that wasn=t something I was going to tell her.  As far as she was concerned, I was disgusted with her appearance and wouldn=t let my worst enemy fuck her.  Returning to my seat, I reached down and tossed a small gym bag in her direction. 

 

APut that on,@ I ordered.

 

She opened the bag and pulled out what she found inside.  A pair of red five inch pumps, a red satin mini dress that Carolyn sometimes wore during her period, and a red patent leather collar with a matching leash.  Her face was almost as crimson as the skimpy clothing I was providing her when finally got it all on.  Teetering precariously on the pumps ‑ she=d apparently never worn heels at all before, let alone something this high ‑ the bottom of the dress barely covered her ass cheeks, and the thin material meant any breeze at all would result in her charms being displayed for all to see.  I made her put the collar on last, bringing the leash to me in her teeth and kneeling in front of me so I could snap it on.

 

AAre you scared, Annie?@ I asked, standing up.

 

AYes, Sir,@ she replied timidly, her voice breaking.

 

AJust obey, Annie.  You have no other responsibility in the world except to be obedient.  Don=t worry about what others think, or how you look.  The only thing you need to know is that it=s important to please me, and it pleases me for you to be obedient, no matter what.   Your only thoughts should be of obedience,@ I said soothingly.  AThis isn=t going to be easy for you, nor will you find it pleasant.  Remember that this is punishment, but once the punishment is over, it=s over.@

 

AYes, Sir,@ she answered, taking a deep breath as I led her out of the locker room.

 

AOne step to my left and two steps behind,@ I told her, ALike a bitch at the heel.@  I took off at a moderate pace, giving her a moment to get used to the unfamiliar shoes.

 

It was late fall, nearing winter, but a typically moderate California afternoon.  This side of the building was fairly deserted, just a group playing soccer on the far field.  My car was parked a few yards from the door, so there really wasn=t much risk of Annie being exposed ‑ yet.  She sighed in relief as I opened the car door for her and let her in.

 

AYou need to learn to trust me, little one,@ I said comfortingly.  AI will stretch your boundaries, but not break them.@

 

AYes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir,@ she said, her breath heaving.

 

APut this on,@ I said, handing her a black sleeping mask.  AYou need to learn to not depend so much on your eyesight.  Concentrate on your other senses.  Touch, sound, smell.@

 

Our destination was nearby, but I intentionally made several unnecessary turns, stopping and backing up at times, just to disorient her.  I finally stopped behind a small strip mall, just a block from where we started, across the street from the school.  We were fairly well hidden in the alley when I helped her out of the car and guided her into the back door of the beauty salon.  There was a private room in the rear of the salon, and we were expected. I slipped her dress off, then strapped her down in the specially designed chair.  Once her arms were secure, I extended and spread the two leg supports, strapping her at the ankles and knees.  She was now totally helpless and fully exposed to anyone who happened in.

 

Without a word, the beautician went to work.  First with clippers, shearing her vaginal bush down to a stubble.  Annie, as hard as she tried not to, was getting worked up by the vibration of the shears against her mound.  She clenched her lower lip between her teeth in a useless attempt to ignore the sensations, but it was a lost cause from the start.  Lori, the stylist, had to stop twice to wipe the moisture from between Annie=s splayed thighs, but never did let Annie cum.  My novice slave sighed when the warm wax was buttered on her nearly denuded crotch, then began to squirm as it cooled uncomfortably.  Finally, it was time.

 

AYou may cum,@ I whispered into her ear, grabbing both her nipples and twisting cruelly just as Lori ripped the sheet of wax from Annie=s cunt.  A loud, animal‑like shriek erupted from her throat as her body shuddered in throes of pain‑filled pleasure.  It was the first of many such pain‑induced orgasms my new slave would experience.

 

The spasms went on for several minutes after Lori and I let go, finally subsiding into short, panting breaths.  I allowed her a few moments to regain her senses.

 

AThank the beautician, Annie.@

 

AThank you...Miss?@ she said, inquiringly.

 

AThat=s correct, Annie.  It was a young lady, perhaps someone you know.  But what are you thanking her for?  Be specific,@ I encouraged.

 

AThank you, Miss, for waxing my...my vagina.@

 

ANot quite, Annie.  Only nice girls have vaginas.  You=re just a slut, a slave. What do slave sluts have?@

 

AUh...pussies, Sir?@

 

ATry again, Annie,@ I said calmly but impatiently, as though speaking to a young child.

 

ACunts, Sir?@

 

AThat=s right, Annie.  You are a slut, and sluts have cunts, gashes and fuck holes.  So thank the young lady.  We need to get going.@

 

AUh...thank you, Miss, for waxing my cunt,@ she responded, her face once again turning crimson.

 

Lori nodded, knowing that if she spoke, Annie might recognize her voice.  They=d been classmates the previous year.  With that, I released Annie=s bonds and helped her to her feet.  Helping her back into her somewhat mussed dress, I once again led her, teetering, out to the car.

 

AYou did well in there, little one,@ I complimented.  ATwo more stops to go.@

 

AThank you, Sir,@ she replied.  AMay I ask what next?@

 

AYou may ask, but I won=t answer,@ I teased.  AThis isn=t so much punishment as a test of your will, you desire to serve.  Just trust me.@

 

AYes, Master,@ she responded, settling back in the seat, still unable to see.

 

Our next destination was across town.  I would have gone there first, but it was necessary that Annie=s cunt be bare for our next two stops.  This time, I didn=t need to disorient Annie with unneeded twists and turns.  She was too preoccupied with other things, as I had her spread her legs and directed the heater vent directly at the exposed folds of her bare sex.

 

We arrived after a half hour of rush hour city traffic.  This part of town was far enough away from where Annie and anyone who knew her would be that I wasn=t worried about anyone seeing her.  Besides, women ‑ or men, for that matter ‑ being led on leashes weren=t all that uncommon here.  It wasn=t exactly a high class neighborhood, if you get my gist.  This time, I wanted her to see exactly what was going to happen, so once we entered, I took the mask off.

 

Annie grimaced, the harshly bright lighting hurting her eyes after over two hours in total darkness.  When her eyesight finally returned, she gasped at what she saw.  It wasn=t just the pot‑bellied, biker‑trash looking bearded man leering at her that caused this, but the display of artwork covering the walls.  Photographs of human bodies, covered with tattoos.  Tattoos of outlandishly dimensioned women with obscenely oversized breasts, of chains around ankles and necks.  Nipples permanently tinted bright, almost florescent red.  Tattoos in places Annie never imagined they could be.

 

AYes, sir,@ the sleazy‑looking proprietor said.  AMay I interest you in something for your slave?@  Annie once again turned bright red.

 

AI think so,@ I replied, handing him a folded sheet of paper from my pocket.

 

ALet=s go in the back,@ he said, motioning for us to follow, as he looked at the sketch I=d provided.  AYes, I think this will work, but I need to see the product to know for sure.@

 

ATake your dress off,@ I commanded Annie.  ANOW!@ I said, rasing my open hand to emphasis my expectation of immediate obedience.  I knew she=d never been naked in front of a stranger before, but it was time she learned.  It wouldn=t be long before she=d be happy to expose herself to such a small audience. Shaking uncontrollably, she slipped the straps of the skimpy dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

 

AUp on the table, sweat meat,@ the tattoo artist said, patting his hand on the unpadded steel table, remarkably similar to a physician=s exam bed.  I smiled as he grabbed her wrists and attached them to a leather strap at the top of the table, then pulled out ankle stirrups.  Now I was sure it was a surplus ob‑gyn exam table.

 

ARight across here?@ he asked, tracing his hand in an arc just above the top of Annie=s slit.  I nodded.  ABe just a sec while I get my stuff ready.  Here,@ he said, handing me a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a wad of cotton, AWipe her down.  An infection would be a real bitch.@

 

Annie shuddered when the cold liquid hit her skin.  It was still tender and slightly inflamed from the waxing, less than an hour old.  I wiped gently, making sure some of the astringent dripped down her slit, causing her to squirm and squeal softly at the burning sensation.

 

AThis is your very last chance,@ I told her quietly.  The hair will grow back, but what happens next will be with you always.  Even if you decide to quit, you=ll be marked forever.  I need your answer now, Annie.@

 

APlease mark me, Sir,@ she begged, tears ‑ not of pain, but of desire ‑ filling her eyes. 

 

AThis is going to hurt.  Your training has yet to really begin, and I don=t know your pain threshold yet.  I need to gag you,@ I told her.

 

AI understand, Sir,@ she answered.

 

What she wasn=t ready for, though, was the gag itself.  From my back pocket I pulled out the panties she=d been wearing the day before.

 

AMy sister used these to clean herself after she orgasmed...twice,@ I told her.  "They should be nice and tasty.  Open your mouth.@

 

As distasteful as it was, Annie closed her eyes and opened her mouth widely, gagging only slightly as I filled her mouth with the damp cotton briefs.   A short strip of duct tape ‑ conveniently provided by the proprietor ‑ held them in place so he could begin his work. 

 

Because of the location of the tattoo, additional restraints had to be applied to Annie=s body.  In addition to her ankles and wrists, a wide belt was placed across her abdomen, and another across each of her thighs to ensure she stayed absolutely motionless.  Then I re‑covered her eyes with the blindfold.  The tattoo artist began his work, slowly working the electric tool across Annie=s abdomen, just above the top of her slit.  The pain elicited winces and tears but nothing more from the bound slave.  Finally, after a full 90 minutes, he was through.  I=d thought about this for some time, and decided that I=d keep the nature of the tattoo secret from her for now.

 

She was covered in perspiration, both from the exertion of being tattooed as well as the necessity of the bright, hot lights to ensure the work was done properly.  I wiped her down with a small hand towel, while the artist applied a large adhesive bandage to the wound.

 

AMake sure she keeps it covered with Vaseline for a week,@ he said as I handed him the hundred dollars for his time.  He handed half of it back.  AIt=s not often I see one as young and nice as her.  It was worth it.@

 

Our next stop was right next door, so I just led her down the sidewalk, one hand holding the leash, and the other guiding her by the elbow.  She didn=t seem surprised to find herself in a piercing parlor when the eye mask was finally removed.  She seemed resigned to it, actually.

 

AI=m going to give you another choice, Annie,@ I told her.  ANipples or nose?@

 

ANipples, Sir,@ she replied immediately.  I didn=t know at the time, but having her nose pierced, being led around by a chain like a cow, was a long fantasy of hers.  However, she knew she=d never get away with it.  Her mother would have her ass.  What she didn=t know was that her nose would eventually get pierced, as well as several other parts of her body.

 

AWell, then, let=s go pick out some jewelry!@ I announced gaily, leading her over to the display case.  ASomething like this,@ I think, pointing to a set of smallish gold rings, Abut we need to make sure they are the right size.  May I see those?@ I asked the young female clerk.

 

ACertainly, sir,@ she grinned, handing them to me.

 

ARaise your dress up so I can check the size against your nipples,@ I told Annie.  She had assumed I=d just have her pull a tit out of her dress, which would have been easier, but this was certainly more humiliating for her.  The clerk raised an eyebrow when she saw the abdominal bandage, but grinned when I showed her the sample artwork on the paper I still had.  I made Annie  hold her dress up over her head while I pinched and tugged at her nipple, getting it nice and erect before comparing it to the size of the ring.

 

AYes, this size is fine,@ I told the clerk.  ACan we do it right there,@ I asked, pointing to the first chair, where she=d be in full view of the waiting area and front window. 

 

ASure,@ the teenager shrugged.  AMight bring more business.  I=m on commission, you know.@

 

AWell, I=ll be sure to give you a big tip for this job, then,@ I grinned.

 

Annie sat down in the chair and lowered the top of her dress without being told, eliciting a warm smile and a pat on the head from me.  As the piercing gun touched her skin, towards the base of the nipple, she grimaced, letting out a tiny yelp as a hole was punched through the tender skin.  The first ring was locked in place, and the process was repeated.  Within five minutes, Annie was fully dressed and standing next to me, waiting while I paid the clerk.  I handed her a $40 tip.

 

AIf I could,@ the clerk said to me, Aseeing you lead this girl on the end of a leash, watching her obey you without question...it=s the most erotic thing I=ve ever seen.  Could I ask one more favor?@ she asked.  She whispered in my ear, and I nodded affirmatively.

 

Placing her hands behind Annie=s head, she pulled her face down to hers and gave her a long, wet, tongue‑laced kiss.  Once again, Annie=s face turned beet red.  She=d never imagined her first ever French kiss would be from a girl, probably no older than she! 

 

With that, I led her back outside to my car.  It was getting late, and slave‑in‑training though she was, I had to get her back home.  I dropped her off a half mile away, behind a darkened, abandoned strip mall, allowing her to change back into her street clothes in the light of my headlights.

 

ANo looking at the tattoo,@ I warned her.  AIf I even think you=ve peeked, I=ll take a bullwhip and flay the skin off your ass.@

 

AYes, sir,@ she answered meekly.

 

ANo fingering yourself tonight.  Instead, I want you to write your life story for me.  I want to know everything about you, your family, your likes and dislikes, everything.  Hand written, not on a typewriter, and legible.  Printing or cursive is up to you, but I don=t want to have to try to figure out what you=ve written.  At least twenty pages,@ I ordered, Athen you can go to sleep.  Tomorrow, you=d better not have underwear on when you get to school.@

 

AI understand, sir,@ she replied, bowing her head submissively and waiting for me to drive off before she started walking home.

 

I intercepted Annie before she arrived at school the next morning, picking her up just a block from her home.  I held my hand out impatiently, and she handed me a thick sheaf of paper covered with typewritten lines.

 

ALooks like you didn=t get much sleep,@ I commented.

 

AI was up until four this morning working on it, sir,@ she answered.  AI told my mother it was a term paper that was due today.@   Her fatigue was clearly visible, and made even more so by her usual lack of any makeup. She looked haggard.

 

AStrip,@ I suddenly commanded.  She stared at me for a moment, then swung her head around, checking her surroundings.  She wasn=t aware that I=d already checked, and there was nobody within vision range.  We were between two buildings, in an alley behind her apartment complex.  She pulled the simple cotton dress over her head, revealing that she=d obeyed my instructions.  She was naked, and the bandage appeared to have not been tampered with.

 

ATrust me,@ I smiled softly.  AI wouldn=t put you at any real risk.  But you hesitated, so you get punished.  Get in the car,@ I ordered.

 

Once she was in, I had her toss her dress in the back seat, then remove the clunky shoes she always seemed to wear.  I drove us to school, parking between the shop buildings.  It was still early, over an hour until school started, and the place was deserted.

 

AGet out,@ I ordered, leading her, naked,  into the wood shop building.  As a student assistant, I=d been given the combination to the storage room, and from there, could access the main part of the building.  I motioned her over to a work bench.

 

ABend over it,@ I commanded, tying her wrists and ankles to the table legs as she laid over it.  Then, taking a thin but sturdy dowel, I swished it through the air a few times, hearing the wind as I did.  It would do.

 

ABecause you did finally obey me,@ I explained, Aand because you=re still learning, I=m going to be easy on you.  Fifty strokes.  Twenty five on your ass, then I turn you over. Ten on your belly, ten on your tits, and five right on your cunt.  It might sound harsh, but next time you hesitate to obey, it=ll be two hundred.@

 

AYes, sir,@ she sobbed, and I brought the first stroke across the globe of her pale ass, causing a bright red welt to appear.  I didn=t make her count this time...that would come later.  For now, I wanted her to concentrate on the pain, and later ‑ during gym class ‑ the humiliation of having all the other girls see the stripes on her body, evidence that she=d been punished by someone, for something.  After letting her get dressed again, I sent her on her way.  I told my sister to make sure Annie undressed and showered with the rest of the girls each day for the rest of the week, wanting to ensure her humiliation was complete.  She did, and it was. 

 

Except for a few minutes each morning before school, I didn=t bother myself with Annie at all for the rest of the week.  Just enough time to make sure she was naked under dress, and to give her instructions for the following day. The instructions were simple enough, and always included masturbating herself to sleep.  One night I had her collect all her panties and bras and bring them to me in a trash bag the next morning.  The next day, I had her wear small, 1/4 ounce fishing weights from her nipple rings.  Friday morning, I told her that I=d be coming over to visit. 

 

I wanted to speak with her mother.