Slave Tale

Slave Tale

By

Semiater (aspererus@yahoo.com)

Chapter Three

       Lynne walked to my side, but slightly behind, as a slave should.  I’d taught her well, to never think she was allowed to walk next to, or in front of me, her Master. 

       Her high heels thudded on the cement as we walked toward the restaurant.  She was still learning to manage the tall heels, it wasn’t something she’d typically worn in her previous life and she was still getting used to the newness of it all. 

I didn’t necessarily dress my pet as a complete slut, but I definitely enjoyed making her wear outfits that exposed more of her body than she’d done previously, or, was necessarily comfortable with.  Ones that had the potential to humiliate her, if I chose to, but I didn’t want her to look like a street walker either. 

       Her skirt was short, not so short as to make her look like a whore, but it was mid-thigh level and would be considered a bit risqué, in more conservative company.  Her top was cut low and showed cleavage.  She wore no bra and her nipples were rock hard, showing easily through the top.  The short skirt danced as she moved, the fabric was thin and I loved the way it flowed with her body as she took short, tenuous steps on the tall heels. 

       I grabbed Lynne by the arm suddenly and dragged her into a dark alley near the restaurant.  Her heels echoed loudly off the brick walls of the adjoining buildings.  I tugged her to a stop and pushed her back against the wall behind a large dumpster. 

       “Present.”  Instantly she raised her arms and wound her fingers behind her head thrusting out her breasts.  I could see the nervous glimmer in her eyes as I reached out and cupped her chin.

       “You are a pretty slut, aren’t you?”  I slid my hand down her chest and opened her blouse softly, exposing her erect nipples.  She let out a squeal of pain as I took hold of her hard buds and twisted them violently in my fingers. 

       I could hear the sounds of people walking down the street a few feet away, but I didn’t care. 

       “Are you horny cunt?”  Lynne’s eyes were locked on mine.

       “Yes Master.”  She opened her mouth as I moved my hand to her lips and pushed a finger in her mouth.   She greedily licked my digit like a hungry kitty.

       I pulled my fingers from her mouth and grabbed her finely coifed hair, arching her head back I stared down into her eyes.  She groaned as I locked my mouth on hers and buried my tongue between her lips.  I could smell the sweetness of her perfume and the freshness of her body, even amongst the dumpsters and grime of the alley.

       Lynne staggered back slightly as I pulled my lips from hers and let go of her hair.  She looked up at me with lustful, wide, doe-like eyes.

       “Turn around, panties down, grab your ankles!  I want to fuck that dirty little pussy of yours cunt!”  She hesitated for an instant, as she always did, when I pushed the edge, but then she slowly pirouetted, lifted her skirt languidly and eased her lacy panties down her thighs till they were bunched around her heels.  She leaned down and wrapped her long fingers around her ankles.  Her hair hung from her head lusciously, and she moaned as I ran my fingers over her bare ass.

       I could see her turn her head slightly as I undid the zipper on my slacks and eased my hard cock from my pants.  She pressed back against me as I slipped my dick into the moist folds of her pussy, forcing myself deep in her belly.  I grabbed her hips and started rocking her back on the high heels, till my hips slapped against her ass.

       “You like that, don’t you cunt?”  Lynne moaned as I started fucking her faster and faster.  The sound of my hips smacking against her flesh echoed in the dank alleyway.     

       “You like that, don’t you bitch, you’re just a dirty little fuck slut, aren’t you?”  Lynne moaned as I slapped my palm down on her ass.  I started rutting her harder and harder, jerking her body forward with each thrust of my hips. 

“That’s it baby, you’ve got such a tight little pussy, and this is what you were made for!”  I slapped my palm down on her ass again and again.  I could feel her body convulsing on my dick slammed into her.  I grabbed for her hair and took hold like reins. 

“That’s it slut.”  She grunted each time I buried my cock in her tight sheath.  I loved the feel of my cock slipping into her wet snatch as her muscles locked on my prick.

“That’s it baby.”  I tugged hard on her hair with one hand as I smacked her ass with the other. 

“Ooooo ffffuuuccccckkkkk!!”  I slammed my hips against her ass and impaled my dick deep in her belly.

“I’m cumming!!!”  Lynne shrieked quietly as my balls exploded and cum flooded her tight little hole.  She was cooing as I pulled hard on her hair.

“Fuuucckkk!”  I ground my hips into her ass, making sure every last drop of sperm was milked from my cock before I pulled out and rubbed the head of my prick dry on her skin.

“God that felt good slut.”  I grabbed Lynne’s purse from the ground and pulled a butt-plug from the bag, along with a tube of lube.  She was still bent over, grasping her ankles firmly moaning in need as I applied the goo to the tip of the thick plug.  It wasn’t long, but it was quite robust and, my favorite part, there was a long fuzzy tail attached to the end. 

       Lynne grunted as I forced the tip of the plug against her puckered anus and started forcing it in her tight hole.   She groaned as more and more of the thick bulb disappeared in her ass, till if finally slipped in with an audible pop. 

       “Present.”  Lynne stood up, patting down her skirt with her palms before putting her hands up behind her head and winding her fingers behind her neck.

“How’s that feel slut?”  She hesitated for a second, trying to think of how to respond. 

“Good Master, I’m your pet to be used for your pleasure.” 

       I ran my fingers over her cheek, loving the feel of her soft skin under my touch.  Her flesh was moist with a fine sheen of perspiration, even in the cool night air. 

“One more hole left to fill slut.”  I grabbed a large dildo from her bag and held it to her lips. 

       “I want you to make yourself cum, and when you’re done, I want you to stuff this in your dirty snatch, and then join me in the restaurant.”  Lynne opened her mouth as I pushed the dildo between her lips. 

       I bent down and picked her panties up off the ground.   I held them to my nose and smelled her sex, the scent was strong and musky. 

       “I’ll take these.”  I stuffed the moist panties in my jacket pocket.

       “Don’t take too long, I’m hungry.”  I brushed my hand over her cheek again, then slipped my hand down to her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers till she yelped.

       “You are a pretty little cunt.”  I let go of her nipple and turned away, heading toward the restaurant. 

       Her hair was disheveled and she took slow, tiny steps, across the floor behind the waiter as he led her to the table.  Her face was flush and she looked uneasy as the waiter helped her to her seat. 

       “You look lovely my dear.”  Lynne couldn’t look me or the waiter in the eyes as I complimented her.  I could see the discomfort she felt with the plug and dildo stuffed in her pussy and ass.  I knew they were there, there was no chance the girl would disobey me.

       “Can I get you a drink ma’am?”  I loved the uneasy, uncertain, state Lynne was in.  She could barely respond.  She knew if I wanted her to have wine, or a drink, I would have ordered it for her already.

       “No thank you.”  Her voice was soft, angelic almost, which much belied the dirty, needy, slut she actually was.

The waiter went through the specials, but my eyes were locked on Lynne, my beautiful little pet.

       As soon as the waiter left, Lynne seemed to regain a little of her composure, though she still looked a mess, beautiful, but a mess.

       “Did you cum slut?”  I loved the way her ears shot up, afraid that I’d spoken too loudly, that somebody nearby may have heard.  It took her a few seconds to finally respond.

       “Yes Master, thank you for letting this cunt cum.”  She was barely audible, though, even had she spoken in full voice, I’m certain no one would have heard, the restaurant was crowded, and quite loud, there was a constant din of white noise echoing through the room.

       “May I go to the restroom Sir, to make myself more presentable?”

       “No slut, you look beautiful as you are.”  Lynne nervously tried to brush her skirt flat under the table.  Her hair was ruffled and unkempt, but I thought she was gorgeous in the afterglow of being rutted like an animal in the alley, and having orgasmed.

       The waiter returned with our salads.  Lynne couldn’t look him in the eye.  When he left, she slowly started picking at her meal. 

       “Did you have a good day slut?”  She ate her salad like a bird, nibbling at the lettuce and croutons, her face still flush from the fucking, and the embarrassment of walking into the restaurant stuffed as she was.

       “Yes Master.  I did all my chores; I cleaned the house and ironed your clothes, I went shopping.  I hope you will be pleased with my efforts Sir.”  She was quite demure, and I loved her the way she kept her eyes low. 

       “I’ll make sure when we get home.”  We sat in silence till our entrees arrived.  It’s not as if we didn’t talk or have long conversations, but I was tired from a long day at the office and enjoyed the quite time.

       “How was your meal ma’am?”  The waiter took Lynne’s plate and he stood just to her side.   I caught him trying to catch a glance at her breasts through the low-cut blouse and I felt a strong sense of pride, knowing he thought my little slut was attractive.

       “Very good.”  Lynne was looking slightly more confident and responded without hesitation.

       “Can I get you dessert?”  I kept my eyes locked on Lynne and loved the way the waiter looked at her too.  I was ready to fuck my little slut again, probably as soon as we got home, if not before.

       “Yes,” the waiter looked at me, a little disappointed he had to take his eyes off my little pet, “yes, we’ll have a soufflé please.”  He turned his eyes back to Lynne as soon as he could, perhaps hoping she’d speak to him, but she smiled softly, then looked at me.

       “Yes Sir, I will be back shortly.”  I wiped my chin with the napkin and winked at my girl.

       “He thought you were hot slut.”  Lynne blushed and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her cleavage.

       “May I use the restroom Sir?”  I leaned back in my chair. 

       “I bet he’d love to fuck you, don’t you think?”  Lynne brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, but she did not answer.

       “May I use the restroom Master?”  I just stared at my little girl for a minute before speaking.

       “Yes slut, you can use the restroom.”  She started to rise from her seat. 

       “You can remove the dildo slut, but make sure to lick it clean.”  Lynne got gracefully to her feet.

       “Thank you Master.”  She started moving across the floor, I could see the eyes of men, and women, throughout the room turning to watch her pass, some openly, others risking only surreptitious glances.  I don’t know if anybody else could really see it, but I saw the end of the tail stuffed in her ass dancing just under the hem of her skirt as she moved.  She took short, measured, steps across the room, until she finally passed out of my vision.  I leaned back in my seat and waited for her return, and the soufflé.

       Lynne’s gait was much more normal as she returned to the table.  The waiter was there, waiting to help her back into her seat as she arrived.

       “Your dessert will be ready in a few more minutes Sir.” He spoke to me, but his eyes never left my pet.

       “Thank you.”  Lynne kept her eyes low until he left, leaving us alone at the table.

       “Did you clean the dildo slut?”  She didn’t look up at me.

       “Yes Master, I licked the dildo clean Sir, it was wet with my juices and your glorious cum.  Thank you for allowing me to taste your sperm on my lips Sir, and thank you for deigning to fuck such a useless slut.”  Lynne barely got the words out before the waiter returned with our dessert.  Her face went bright red, afraid that the young man may have heard her words.

       The waiter was outside as we left the restaurant, taking a drag on a much needed cigarette.  He was standing just around the edge of the building, trying to shield himself from the windy night.

       “Have a good night.”  He stood up erect and stopped leaning against the brick wall as he called out. 

       “Thanks.”  I snapped my finger and Lynne came to a stop by my side, I heard her let out a squeak of fear, or protest, knowing something was coming. 

       “My pet, she’s attractive, isn’t she?”  His face went red with embarrassment.

       “Ye-yyee-aahh.”  His eyes moved up and down her body slowly, taking in the vision of my little girl.

       “She’s got nice tits, doesn’t she?”  I gently grabbed her blouse and opened her top, exposing her hard nipples.  Lynne whimpered as I took hold of one of her breasts and molded her soft flesh in my fingers. 

       “Not too big, not too small.”  I could feel the heat of shame off Lynne’s skin as I let go of her tit.

“Show him your pretty little tail cunt!”  Lynne’s eye shot up and locked on me with rebuke, but she didn’t say a word.

       “Turn around and show him your fuzzy little tail cunt!”  Lynne nervously twisted on her heels and moved slightly away from the sidewalk, nearer the young man by the side of the building, out of sight.   The kid’s eyes were wide and I saw the cigarette in his hand twitch ever so slightly as he brought it to his lips and took a nervous drag.

       Lynne slowly grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it to her waist, exposing the fuzzy tail attached to the butt-plug buried in her ass.

       “Holy shit!”  The kid dropped the cigarette.

       “Nice, isn’t it?”

       “Yeah.”  He could barely stutter out the word.  Lynne’s face turned beet red, I could tell, even in the darkness of the night.

       “Turn around slut, show him that pretty pussy of yours.”  Lynne kept hold of her skirt as she turned on her heels and faced the kid, her eyes were low and locked on the ground. 

       “Show him that pink little pussy of yours slut!”  Her hands were shaking as she lowered them to the confluence of her legs, and then slowly spread her pussy lips, exposing her wet pink snatch.

       “She’s a horny little thing, isn’t she?  She’s wet even now.”  I chuckled and the kid didn’t, or couldn’t respond, he just stared at Lynne’s garish painted nails spreading her soaking pussy.

       “Make sure you get us next time we’re in, I’ll make sure my little kitty gives you a nice tip.”  I lightly slapped Lynne’s hand and she let go of her pussy lips letting her skirt fall back into place.  She never looked up from the ground.

       “Have a good night kid.  I’m sure we’ll see you around.”  I took hold of Lynne’s hand and started walking, she fell into place to my side, slightly behind me.  I knew the kids eyes were locked on her till we passed out of view, and I’m guessing he’d have something to think about when he was in bed that night. 

       Lynne’s face was still bright red as I helped her into the car.  She didn’t say a word as I laid my hand on her thigh and eased the hem of her skirt up over her legs.  Her pussy was soaking wet when I started fingering her slit.

       “I bet you wanted to fuck him, didn’t you slut?”  Lynne didn’t say a word, but moaned as I slid a finger in the folds of her pussy and slowly twisted it inside her. 

       “You need a cock in that dirty snatch of yours, don’t you cunt?”  Lynne closed her eyes and threw her head back.  Breathlessly she groaned.

       “Yes Master.  Please fuck your dirty whore, please!”  Her legs went rigid and she pressed her heels to the floorboard as I gently fucked her pussy with my finger. 

       I eased my hand from between her thighs and brought my soaking finger to her lips.  Lynne whimpered and opened her mouth obediently, sucking it between her lips and rolling her tongue over my finger. 

       She lapped her tongue on my finger as I pulled it from her lips, then started the car. 

       “Let’s get home.”  I eased the car into gear and pulled away.

       She waited for me to open her door, unmoving in the passenger seat as I got out of the car.

       I brushed a lock of her luscious hair out of her face. 

       “Collar, cuffs, heels on, be ready for inspection in 10 minutes.  We’ll start in the closet.  Keep the tail in.”  She knew exactly what I wanted.  She waited for me to walk in front of her into the house, but once we were inside her heels clapped on the hardwood floor as she moved quickly down the hall to be ready for me.

       Lynne was waiting on her knees in the closet after I used the bathroom and changed out of my suit.  She was naked with thick leather cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles, her collar was snapped shut around her neck, and the tail of her butt-plug curled on the floor between her legs.

       My shirts were laid out on the dressing table in the middle of the room.  She waited attentively as I picked up each shirt, looked it over, made sure it was ironed perfectly, then set it down again.  She’d hang them up later, after I was through inspecting her duties.   

       Lynne rose silently and followed me around the house as I checked over the cleanliness of the bedroom and bathrooms.  Her heels thudded loudly on the floor as we moved to the kitchen.  I made sure she’d got everything we needed at the store before I finally turned to look at her.  She stood there, hands flat to her sides, holding her breath, waiting for me to speak.

       “It looks good slut.”  She sighed audibly, in relief.

       “I’m glad you’re pleased Master.  Can I do anything more for you Sir?”

       “I need my cock sucked slut!”  Lynne fell to her knees with a thud.  She started working open my boxers with her delicate fingers as I laid my palms on her head.

       “No hands slut, just your mouth.”  Instantly Lynne dropped her hands to the side of her body, then brought them together behind her back, her fingers intertwined and she started working the folds of cotton open with her nose.  The moment my cock popped free, she took it between her lips and took me to the back of her throat till she gagged.

       I could see the discomfort in Lynne’s eyes as she knelt on the floor in front of me.  I knew her body was aching as she stared up at me with puppy dog eyes.  

       I tapped the couch next to me.  For an instant she reacted with confusion, not knowing quite what to do, but then I tapped the cushion again, like calling my dog, and she ambled up onto the sofa and laid her head in my lap.  I loved the feel of her soft hair against me.

       “Thank you Master.”  Lynne sighed softly as I ran my fingers over her naked skin, she was almost purring as I caressed her gently. 

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       I encouraged my slut to make new friends, to go out on the town with them occasionally, I didn’t want a mere object, without any personality, without any thoughts of her own.  Of course I expected, and demanded, complete obedience and deference, but that didn’t mean I wanted some automaton. 

I remember the first time she went out on her own with her new friends.  She was nervous, and of course I only played on those fears by tormenting her throughout the day, and then, to be really cruel, during the night when she was out.  I texted her constantly, forcing her to go to the restroom and masturbate till she was on the edge of orgasm, but never allowing, or giving her permission, to cum.  I’m sure her friends thought she had a bladder control problem or something, but I was happy with the results.  When she’d got home to me she’d instantly collapsed on her knees with her hands behind her head ready to do anything for me, if I’d only let her cum. 

She didn’t say a word, but I knew she wanted to beg me to allow her to cum, even if that meant she’d have to endure a pussy whipping, or whatever other torture I wished to inflict upon her.  When I’d finally buried my cock in her sopping hole later that night, she’d clamped down on me like a vise, her desperate, needy cunt convulsing and squeezed me, trying to make me cum, so I’d finally give her permission to orgasm herself. 

I’d loved the way she sobbed as I fucked her brutally, perhaps she realized for the first time how much of a dirty whore, how much of a slut she was, and how much she needed to be used.  When I finally whispered into her ear, telling her to cum for me, her body exploded, I could feel every muscle in her torso convulse and explode in a monumental orgasm under me.  She clamped her thighs around my hips like a boa constrictor and panted in my ear, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure rushed through her body.    

       She was my little pet, my property, my possession...

To Be Continued…

Thanks for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story.  I always appreciate comments, it’s always very encouraging, and I especially love hearing from females who like my work.  Please write me at my email aspererus@yahoo.com  Thanks…John (Semiater)