Emma\'s Instruction

Emma woke up to a text from her boyfriend.

“Good morning gorgeous! Are you excited for our ‘date’ tonight?”

She grinned. Of course she was excited. Tonight, she and George were going over to his father’s empty house for a little sleepover. The anticipation was going to get her through a long, boring day of work.

“Duh! I’m so excited to not sleep all night ;)”

Emma worked 30 hours a week in addition to high school to support herself and her ailing grandmother. There were few occasions in which she did not have to work that night nor the subsequent day; tonight was one of them.

George’s father was to be gone for the weekend on a “business trip,” however; the two teenagers speculated that he was rendezvousing with one (or two) of his many lady friends at one of the several gentlemen’s clubs he belonged to.

Emma began getting ready. She took a long shower, taking care to shave her whole body clean: just the way her boy liked it. She generously applied scented lotion all over her thin but still voluptuous body, giving her 32DD breasts a thorough rubdown. She applied makeup sparingly, as her face was flawless enough not to need a lot of makeup, and chose her favorite undergarments: a lacy black thong that accentuated her perfectly round ass and a matching lacy black bra that just barely covered her ample breasts. She next donned a skirt that was not so short as to cause alarm, but just short enough to reveal a little thigh and a tailored white blouse. She straightened her waist-length mane of hair until it cascaded down her back like a sheet. She next put on one of George’s favorite touches: knee high black stiletto boots.

When George picked her up several minutes later, he had a hard on in seconds just looking at her. It made her feel wanted and beautiful to cause such reactions in men. Though she could never cheat, she often flirted with her male friends and coworkers simply because she loved the way they reacted when she touched them lightly or leaned over a little too far in her low-cut shirt.

When they arrived at George’s house, they rushed inside and immediately began making out, as they always did. But then, George pushed her down onto the couch and whispered in her ear, “We’re going to try something different tonight baby.”

Emma was pleasantly surprised. She had long been telling him that she wanted to break out of their usual sexual routine, though what was usual to them would not be considered normal for most teens.

Recently, Emma had begun having urges to be sexually dominated. However, raised an ardent Catholic, she assumed these thoughts were dirty and that she should not reveal them. Around this same time, George had assumed a very dominant role in their relationship: telling Emma what to wear, what to eat, when to work, how to spend her money, etc. As Emma hated making decisions, she did not mind this development at all. She let him assume a dominant role in intercourse as well: he was almost always on top and always picked the position, no matter how awkward of uncomfortable it was for Emma. After some time of this, they got into fetish play, and Emma was his slave when they were alone.

George led her into his father’s bedroom and threw her down on the bed, nearly knocking the wind out of her. He roughly kissed her then proceeded to rip off her blouse and yank down her skirt, revealing her smooth, perfect body covered only by her lacy undergarments. She moaned softly as he pressed his body against hers and kissed her neck. As his kisses moved down her neck between her breasts and onto her stomach, Emma’s pussy began to drip with desire. He started licking and sucking her pussy, bringing her to the brink of climax, then slapped her hard on the ass making her cry out.

“What the hell was that for??” she demanded.

“I didn’t want you coming yet, my little whore. We have the whole night,” George responded patiently.

George then pushed Emma down to the ground onto her knees and brought out some lengths of rope. He removed her bra and thong then expertly bound her wrists behind her back as well as her ankles. He then tied a short length of rope between her wrists and ankles, causing her to arch her back slightly. Then, for extra measure, he tied a rope tightly around her elbows, forcing her breasts attractively outwards. George then proceeded to grab her by her hair and force his cock into her mouth. She was quite the expert at sucking his dick; he had trained her well. When he had emptied the last of his cum down her throat and she had licked him clean, he brought out an ordinary wooden spoon.

He walked around her in a circle, slowly tracing the curves of her body with the simple, but effective device. Then suddenly he brought the spoon down with a thwack on Emma’s perfect left breast and she cried out in both pain and pleasure. He brought the instrument down several more times on the tops of her flawless globes before moving to her luscious ass. He untied the strap connecting her wrists and ankles and doubled her over with her cheek pressed into the carpet. George furiously swung the utensil hard onto her backside, knowing she derived great pleasure from having her ass abused. Emma passionately moaned, almost cumming from the attention her bottom was getting.

After her rear was glowing bright red, George untied his sexy nymph and led her to the pool table in the living room. He bent her over, face down on the felt table, and secured her wrists to opposite legs of the table until her shoulders were strained. He slid her petite feet into her impossibly tall heels, elevating her hips so they were even with the edge of the pool table. He took two more pieces of rope and tied her ankles to the legs of the table, keeping her legs narrow enough that she could stand but wide enough that he had easy access to her dripping cunt. George then blindfolded her with a black scarf and gagged her by putting her panties in her mouth and taping it shut with duct tape.

He backed away and admired his handiwork. She was even more beautiful bent over and bound hand and foot. He chuckled to himself, knowing she had no idea what was in store for that evening.

Suddenly, Emma felt a hand on her back that was not George’s. She moaned into her gag, unable to voice her protestations, and received a sharp slap on her ass with a riding crop. She immediately fell silent. The hand continued to caress her back, moving down to her buttocks and upper thighs. One finger, then two snaked their way into her wet slit, causing her to moan again.

“Oh I see you like that, Sweetheart,” said an all too familiar voice.

“MMPHFFFFFF!!” Emma yelled into her gag and fought at her bonds.

It was George’s father, Jack.

Another whack on her bum from the riding crop silenced her again.

“You, my dear, are going to be quiet and do what I say. Your Master is graciously sharing you for the evening with his dear old dad so I highly suggest you cooperate so you don’t receive and even harsher beating than what you are going to get.”

Emma let out a whimper and relaxed her body.

“You have been so tempting from the moment George brought you over here for the first time. And when he told me you were a natural submissive, well, that was just a perk,” murmured Jack.

“Yeah, she’s a kinky whore alright. She wants this. I know she does,” said George mockingly.

Emma did not utter one protestation. It was slightly true that she had wondered about what it would be like to be with Jack. After all, George was a younger clone of his father. Both men were chiseled, tall, and striking, with piercing green eyes and the most imposing personalities. Not to mention George had an impressive seven-inch long, two-inch wide cock.

Jack wrapped his hand around Emma’s long hair like a reign and pulled back until her back was arched and her head was off the table. Keeping one hand entangled in her hair, he slowly slid his eight-inch member into her sopping wet hole. Emma gave a small shriek as George ripped the duct tape off of her mouth and took her panties out of her mouth. George removed his pants, exposing his rock hard cock and sat on the pool table. Jack released Emma’s hair, putting both hands on her hips and driving into her cunt forcefully. George took her hair and guided her mouth down onto his penis and she sucked as if her life depended on it. Soon he came, and she choked and sputtered, spitting out his cum.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, cunt?” George said calmly. “A whore like you swallows.”

“I – I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to –,” Emma choked out.

Jack had stopped fucking her. “What a shame. I really thought I wasn’t going to have to punish you this evening.”

With that, Jack brought the riding crop down hard on the inside of her thigh, causing her to screech.

“STOP!” Emma screamed, “Please stop I will be good just don’t hit me again…”

Jack brought the crop three more times on her ass. “First of all, I don’t care about your opinions or what you want. Second, you will refer to yourself as ‘cunt’ or ‘slut’, not ‘me’ or ‘I’. Third, you will call me and my son ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ when you are addressing us.”

Emma shook with fear. “George, please, make him stop! I know you love me… don’t you??”

George slapped her across the face. “Do you mean ‘Master, please make him stop, this cunt knows you love her?’”

Emma was momentarily stunned. “Um yes, that is what I – I mean this cunt meant…Sir.”

“Much better. But no, I am not going to make him stop. In fact, I am going to go to my friend’s party and leave you two alone for a while. But don’t worry… I’ll be back,” George said with a smirk and slap on her bottom. “Take care of my little angel, dad.”

“Oh, I will take care of her alright…” Jack said with a malicious tone in his voice. After George had left, Jack resumed taunting and tantalizing his slave by dragging the riding crop up and down her back and the inside of her thighs. “I am not as kind as my son is… He treats you much too well from what he tells me…”

“Why are you doing this??” Emma demanded angrily. THWACK. The riding crop came down again on her ass. Jack disappeared to his room and returned with a small ring gag, two alligator clamps attached by a small chain, and several vibrators ranging in size from a small egg to a nine-inch monster. He laid these items out in front of Emma, causing her eyes to widen and her face to turn white.

“George has told me you are much too feisty and stubborn for a cunt who claims to be his sex slave, which is obviously true. Naturally, I volunteered to help him out. So we have all night and all day tomorrow to teach you how to properly service your Master.”