The Capture of Sweet Pussy

By Stroker88

Part One

God how he loved this. Her naked ass faced him; proffered high in the air. “Wiggle it for me Sweet Pussy” he cooed as he brought his riding crop smartly across a bare ass cheek. Face pressed against the carpet she could barely hear her own sobs as she jumped then wiggled in total humiliation...”Yes master”. “Thank you master”, she cried; knowing what real pain would follow if she failed to respond properly. “Again!! Sweet Pussy…faster this time”. Swish. “Owwwwww, Yes Master, Thank you master” she choked out while putting a real effort into shaking her rear as quickly as she could. “This may go on all night Sweet Pussy; I’m having a great time, are you having a good time?” Pam squeaked out a “Yes Master “ in total submission. Her capitulation was complete. He owned her, he knew it and to his great delight he knew that…she knew it!

One month earlier:

Pam had walked into his office with the arrogance of a spoiled little brat. She was assigned to Sid as a trainee for her first few weeks as an intern. Because she was a Yale graduate with an MBA from MIT and because she was clearly being groomed by senior management for great things in the company she felt any time she spent with a mid-level manager like Sid was a waste of her time. After all, at 26 she was probably already making more money than Sid. But, a job is a job and she was willing to pay her dues, as long as she was free to show her contempt for those she considered her “lessers”.

“Sid”, she said “Let me be honest with you, I don’t care squat about inventory management and I do not intend to spend my time learning a job a monkey could do. Since the senior level Bozos chose to stick me here for two weeks I suggest we make it as painless as possible for both of us.” “I’ll show up in the morning and for all your little staff meetings and I’ll even tell the VP’s what a great job you’re doing when this is all over, but for the most part; I don’t expect to be spending much time around this department or you. Can you get behind me on this Sid?” She glared at him with the assurance of someone who was accustomed to getting his or her way.

Sid could not believe his luck. “What a little bitch”, he thought. A bit on the tall side for his taste and a tad thin, but good solid looking breasts and a lovely rounded ass. He loved round asses. “Uhhhh, Ms. Martini, as boring as this assignment may appear to you, there are things to learn here that you would do well to learn early in your career.” “My job for the next two weeks is to shoot you full of inventory management protocol and that, young lady is what I intend to do.” If looks could kill, Sid would have been struck dead where he sat. But Pam replied with a terse “Fine! Just fine!” and stormed out of his office.

Sid had a reputation for being a fair, honest and effective manager of people. He had passed up several promotions and most folks felt that now in his early fifties, he would probably retire as an AVP in his beloved inventory unit. What they didn’t know was that Sid over the years had turned his department into his personal Venus flytrap. More than one young lady trainee had been cycled through his department for inventory training only to end up wiggling ass in his face and begging to be fucked. Problem was, most of them were fairly nice kids and having bit of a warm heart he usually let them go before long. Pam on the other hand…. ahhhh yes…quite the bitch. He might hold onto her for a while.

Sid had lived the Dom life for more than 20 years and you just can’t work with so many women that long without learning something about what makes them tick. He found some were simple to bend and mold, others had to be cracked. The consistent element that delivered so many of them into his traps was there own weaknesses. Find the weakness and you own the woman.

Clearly Pam had issues; Sid lounged in his office reading her personnel file. He knew there was a font of information in personnel files. Usually enough to know a person better than they knew themselves. If you knew what to look for. He found she was an only child … OK probably a little spoiled from early on. She showed a real aptitude for mathematics…. OK not something that would make her popular with boys. A straight “A” student…she probably took a lot of shit from her classmates. She belonged to lots of clubs, Chess, Debate, German, Math, Computer Science and held office in all of them. She even ran for Class President but only got to be Vice President. (Bet that pissed her off). She needed to be in control and in charge didn’t she? Oh yes Sid could smell the openings…. Proud and power hungry. Either would be enough to work with but her file was rich with material. Males wrote all of her recommendations from college. They were all a little “too good”. She had learned how to get what she wanted from men. That round ass was probably put to some undergraduate and graduate use. Her first few job appraisals repeated the male pattern but her female superiors used phrases like”..will need to improve people skills as her responsibilities grow” “must learn to develop a comfort level with her fellow employees” “…a leader but not as yet a strong team member…” and the best comment of all.” …seeks perfection in everything that she does or that reflects upon her…” Vanity!!! That would be perfect.

Their training sessions at work started out slow and tense. Pam did not like Sid and she was not above making that clear to him with every opportunity that presented itself. She was bright and not above letting him know that either. Sid on the other hand led her to believe he was only interested in making sure she got a good foundation in inventory management. She soon learned that Sid would tolerate a fairly high level of disrespect aimed at Senior Management. She grew accustomed to calling Sid’s superior “Fat Ass” and ‘though she was being mentored by Rick Johnston the CEO himself, she had no qualms about calling him the “CE Asshole”. This went on for just under two weeks when Sid decided he could take the next step in his plan.

“Well Sid, this is my last day with you and the dummies of inventory world”. Pam sat down and handed Sid her sign off form. “Pam, it’s been such fun, I’m inclined to ask you to stay with us a bit longer.” Pam looked at him like you might look at someone who said something so absurd that you had to think a second to assure yourself that it had been said. “Ummmm, that’s not going to happen Sid”, she chuckled. “Just sign the form and let me get the fuck outta here.” Sid just stared at her….relishing the moment. In a few minutes Pam life would take a turn she could not have imagined yesterday. “Pam, I want you to listen to something.” Sid turned in his chair and turned on the stereo behind his desk. Pam’s eyes widened as she heard her voice clearly come out of the speakers…”Sid I don’t care what the fuck Rick said; if he had half a brain, and I know for a fact that he doesn’t, he wouldn’t waste my time down her with the rest of you idiots….”. A pause and then; “….well if our CE Asshole had any balls this company would be leading our field instead of dragging along behind our competition. We’re not going anywhere until he’s gone!!” Another pause, followed by yet another foul mouth statement directed at the people who had done so much to help Pam along with her career. Sid had accumulated in just under two weeks about 30 full minutes of Pam ranting and running down just about every powerful person in the company. When he turned off the stereo after a few minutes her silence was deafening. “Pam, Pam, Pam…. tell me honestly, have you ever heard such clarity?” “I tell you, the quality of miniature microphones has improved so much in the past few years that you could put one right on someone’s desk or in their phone and they wouldn’t even notice it.” Pam looked like a deer caught in headlights and Sid was loving it. Now was the time to exploit her weaknesses…her pride, her vanity, her ego. So she said a few (really) stupid and hateful things about her employer, so what? That would not be the end of her life, her career or her world. But to her; to Ms. Perfect to Ms.Smart to Ms.I’m better than all of you assholes; well, this was a very big deal indeed. She would be humiliated. To Pam, humiliation was not an option. That would be her downfall.

Sid knew he needed to keep her overwhelmed and confused. He did not want that mind of hers to kick in. Pam had to be forced to make an emotional decision. Either from anger or from fear. “OK Pam, here’s the scoop; you haven’t heard all that I’ve got and I’ve got a great deal more. I even have the telephone conversations you had with this rich Ivy League Matt guy, your fiancé….and by the way does he know about Ted…you know Ted, the guy at your apartment building who you let fuck you like a pig while you make Matt wait for you like the perfect gentleman?” “Phone sex….gotta love it huh?” “And all this time I thought you were at your desk actually working.” Pam’s shoulders dropped, as did her jaw as did any fight she may have had. Good, no anger, just resignation. Sid preferred not to fight with his captives. “Pam it appears you actually don’t know what to say and that has to be a first for you.” “ Pick up your jaw and listen.” “There are lots of copies of those tapes and if I do not stop them from being mailed today, your worst fears will come true”.” I do not want that to happen.” “Here’s what I want to happen and I hope you can help me with it.” “I’m not a rapist or a freak but I am a bit of a voyeur” “I like to watch women get off. Since we know you’re not a virgin, and since Ted and I know you’re not shy, do you suppose you could let me just watch you play with yourself a few times?” He could see her anger rising…..so gently he said, “I promise I will not touch you and after two weeks I’ll let you go on about your life as if we never met.” “You just let me sit here and watch you frig yourself for me until I come.” “No big deal.” Pam’s head was still spinning from too much life changing information. “Just masturbate in front of you?…When?” The trap was closing…she was negotiating…in a few minutes she’ll convince herself that she controls the situation. Sid said, “I want you to call Rick and tell him that you’re getting a lot out of this training and ask him if you can stay another two weeks. That will be ten days. Each morning, you come in here show me your pussy and frig yourself until I come. Ten Times Ten Days and you get your old life back. No strings. But I have to come.” “I don’t want you to touch me understand and I don’t want to see your fucking prick, keep it under the desk.” “I won’t say a word” Sid replied…”you’ll hardly know I’m here. Monday morning then at 7am beautiful?” Sid couldn’t help but flash a wide smile. “Asshole!!” was all he heard from Pam as she stormed out of his office. The deal was struck and Pam had just closed the trap on herself.

Sid sat in his chair on Monday morning and watched the most pitiful sexual performance he had ever witnessed in his life. It was almost funny. Pam had walked into his office dressed like someone’s grandmother. She plopped down, hoisted her skirt, reached into her panties and began to fondle herself. “Whoa, wait a second ….I’ve been made more exited by looking at men’s silk underwear….the deal is I come or no deal and I assure you that I’m not going to cum with that kind of performance.” Pam shot Sid a look of pure hate before she pulled down her panties, licked her middle finger and began making little circles with it around her clit. “The sooner you come the sooner I’ll probably come.” Sid offered. Pam raised her feet off the floor and started a nice rocking motion. Sid grinned and popped his cock out under the desk and started a complimentary stroke. He knew she would fake it and he knew he’d let her get away with it for now. So when she shuddered and stiffened, he didn’t laugh he just imagined the future and shot his load into his waiting hand. “You’re fucking disgusting” Pam growled and walked out. This went on for ten days but each day Sid convinced Pam she would have to try to be a little sexier if she expected him to come faster the next time. Pam rising to the challenge…took control and started to come in without panties; later she would turn around so her ass faced Sid and use a vibrator, in general she began to act like a woman who actually enjoyed sex. Sid even suspected that at least once she might have honestly gotten off. Amazing.

Once again Sid sat eye to eye with a defiant Pam Martini. This Monday morning the two weeks were up. Ms. Martini just wanted Sid to sign her out of there and to leave his office forever. “Here’s my sheet, just sign it and we’re done”. She snapped. “I’d love to Pam, he said taking the form from her hand,” Problem is I don’t think you want me to.”

“Don’t fuck with me Sid, a deal is a deal and I did my part….sign the fucking form.” “Still thinks she’s in control.” Sid mussed. He sighed and said as if speaking to a five year old. “Pam, deals can be renegotiated and they often are….take a look at this.” Sid turned his computer monitor to face Pam and when she focused on the image she felt like someone had just punched her in her stomach. There she was, shaking her ass, fingering herself, working a dildo and making love to the camera. “Can you spell SECURITY CAMERA Yaley?” Sid wasn’t in any of the films but there were 10 sessions of Pam working herself into a froth. She had no idea of what to do or say at this point. “Once again…we find ourselves in negotiations huh Pam?” “This time ‘though, you do not have a fucking thing to negotiate with, you will do exactly as I say, when I say or this video and your audio tapes will find their way to places you do not want them to be. I bet Matt’s mother would love a copy…. I know Matt would. Mr. Johnston, our CE Asshole, would probably not find you promotable material after a few glimpses, what do you think?”

“Well buck up, here’s the good news, you are out of here!!!” Sid signed the form with a flourish and handed it to her.” “I don’t shit where I eat.” You have a great future here at this company and I intend to reap the benefits of your future right along with you. Some day you’ll be at least a Senior VP and you will be MY Senior VP cunt, understand?”

Sid placed a note in Pam’s hand. It said: Read this aloud as you memorize it then eat it. “My name is now Sweet Pussy. SirStroker88 owns me. His address is 2005 Switchback Road, Ashville, NC. I will report to him there tonight at 7:00PM for my first lessons in how to please him.” Tears began to roll down Pam’s cheeks as she chewed on the note. Sid looked at her approvingly and smiled. “Sublime” he thought “ absolutely fucking sublime.”

Pam Sweet Pussy - Part 2 First Lesson

by Stroker88

Sid opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “It must be Wednesday” he thought. He couldn’t tell from the munching on his cock it was the feel of the cotton cheerleader sweater on his knees that told him the day of the week. Wednesdays are “cheerleader” mornings. Pam Sweet Pussy was not only his fuck-toy but she was a pretty good calendar/alarm clock too. He reached under the sheets; grabbed her ears and wiggled them back and forth. This was the signal for her to start sucking in earnest…he was awake now and wanted to get hard so she could climb up and ride him. The result was like flicking a switch on. Pam Sweet Pussy immediately took his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down ridiculously fast. Sweet Pussy’s low tolerance for pain made her a sometimes overly enthusiastic fuck-toy. Sid would have laughed if it didn’t feel so good. After a few minutes he commanded, “Let’s hear that cheer now Yaley”. “Yes Master’, Sweet Pussy replied as she scampered up his body; spread her legs and inserted his cock into her pussy. She was soaking! “Yeah…she just hates this right?” Sid mussed. He looked up at his creation. Sweet Pussy wore a Yale Cheerleader Sweater about two sizes too small for her and a pair of dark horn rimmed glasses. Framed by her straight long hair she looked like one of her nightmares...a bimbo college cheerleader. “Go Sweet Pussy, I want to see that big Y on your sweater dance.” With a look of pure anguish Sweet Pussy began to slowly rock up and down on his cock; then began to chant:“2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master, fuck me master”.”2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master”.“2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master” Slow at first she ground and gyrated her pussy into Sid’s crotch then increasingly faster. “2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master”. Soon Sid pulled the sweater over her head and grabbed hold of her tits to spur her on. At that point she really didn’t need any help. Almost lost in the pulsing of her cunt Sweet Pussy turned into a portrait of concentration. She had long ago admitted to herself that these were not just the most humiliating experiences she had ever had but that they were also the very best fucks of her life. She kicked into her highest gear now, sweating, groaning, grinding and sobbing as she cheered. “2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master, fuck me master!!!!”“2-4-6 –8 Fuck me master fuck me master!!!!” Without warning her jaw suddenly dropped; her frame went stiff and an inhuman “EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” blew out of her mouth. “Grabbing her hair and snapping her head back Sid pulled her head down to lock his eyes with her. “Whose fuck toy are you?” Whose fuck toy are you?” he shouted. Bucking and shooting himself hard and deep into her orgasm pulses. A hoarse exhausted Pam Sweet Pussy would have collapses onto his chest if he did not hold her up by her hair. Breathless she gasped, ”I am Pam Sweet Pussy. …SirStroker88’s fuck toy” ”I …am….. Pam …..Sweet….. Pussy, SirStroker88’s….. fuck toy” . Her hair released, Pam Sweet Pussy fell into Sid’s chest. She held him as tightly as she could as the shivers of her racking orgasm subsided. She was content. She was disgusted. She was owned.

One Month earlier:

As far as Sid was concerned Pam Sweet Pussy’s first session was going well. A blackmailed Ivy League business bitch; it had been almost too easy to let her compromise herself at the office into a totally untenable situation. Her arrival at his house this evening as ordered was testament to her willingness to do anything to prevent him from releasing her “tapes” to management.

She stood now with her hands tethered to a whipping post. She thought it was ridiculous. She was willing to fuck Sid a few times to get him off her back …”what’s with the cuff shit”. she thought. This was one of Sid’s most favored devices. The post while fixed to the floor could be adjusted in height from 6” to 4 feet and had a swivel metal top. When a captive was chained to the top, as Pam Sweet Pussy was she could stand showing her ass at a great advantage. Arriving in a business suit of all things, Pam tried to save some of her dignity by not letting Sid know see uncertain she was. When he cuffed, collared and attached her to the whipping post she still had the look of a defiant, confident aristocrat. It wasn’t until Sid approached her with a knife that she showed even a glimmer of concern. Reading her Sid said, “Not to worry this knife is not for you it’s for your clothes.” He then proceeded to shred every piece of her clothing off her body in under a minute. Pam’s eyes went wide with shock as she saw her $2000.00 designer suit being turned into rags. “Kick off your shoes” he commanded. “I want you totally naked for your first lesson”. As Pam fumbled to kick off her shoes Sid expertly adjusted the whipping post to slide it down to its lowest level. Pam bent at the waist and was almost pulled over as the cuffs forced her wrists down to the floor. Sid locked the post with an authoritative snap of the hinge. She could move in circles and to some degree up and down. But both hands were secured 6 inches from the floor. Sid was about to give Pam a beating she would remember the rest of her life. He wanted her to have the ability to jump, shout, kick and scream. He wanted her to exhaust herself running away from his strikes. She would eventually lay broken spread full out on the floor too exhausted to do anything but whimper as the blows continue to punish her ass. This was to be a defining life event for Pam Sweet Pussy. She did not have a clue.

Sid went to the far wall and returned wearing a full face mask and holding a well used riding crop in his hand.” Pam Sweet Pussy this is the start of your slavery”. Before Pam’s mind could react to what was about to happen Sid began a series of rapid, forceful back and forth strokes across her ass. The effect was extraordinary; her eyes bulged in shock, she drew in her breathe so quickly she almost chocked. She had never felt such pain before. “Owwwwwwwwwwwww she cried stop it stop it”. Soon the sounds that came out of her would be indistinguishable as human or animal. She started to move around in her little circle as expected to escape the blows and Sid chased her faster and faster as she went first in this direction then in the other. Then she fell to her knees and bucked with each blow. Once while kneeling she turned to face him hoping to prevent the onslaught on her ass cheeks but Sid showed no hesitation in punishing her tits and her thighs with the same ferocity. Jumping up again she ran and ran, screaming and begging until she was hoarse. When Sid stopped, Pam lie in a heap on the floor sniveling...”What do you want me to do…please don’t beat me anymore.” Sid paused for about 30 seconds, stood, stared down at her and began to strike her again. This time she pulled herself into a fetal position and rocked back and forth in agony. Her screams grew so hoarse they began to sound like barking. After a time the blows began to slow. They were now not so much designed to inflict pain as terror. Sid toyed and played with her fear. Hitting in odd spots. First rhythmically then randomly. When she thought her ordeal was over, another smack would show her it wasn’t. Pam would remember this as the worst of the trail. Never knowing if it was over while praying it was. At last after the beating…Sid knelt down next to the heap below him and said” That Pam Sweet Pussy is a taste….just a taste….of what I am capable of doing to you”. “ If you ever think to disobey me remember this beating….if you ever think to escape me…remember this beating.

Sid stepped back, removed his mask and walked over to a video camera in the corner.

Pam, too exhausted to move saw his actions from the corner of her eye and groaned.

He had recorded her humiliation. She was beginning to think he was right. There may be no escape. She also knew she would do anything to avoid a beating like that again. “Tomorrow you will give me the keys to your apartment and I’ll get you some clothes.” You’ll be here a couple of days.“ Sid threw a blanket over Pam Sweet Pussy….kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered. “Sleep tight.”

Capture of Pam Sweet Pussy Part 3 – Donna’s Story

By Stroker88

‘Damn Sid, you’re right, she does make a beautiful sight”, Donna was looking down at what was Pam Martini this morning. What she saw now was a young lady on all fours wearing only a collar tethered to a whipping post. Quietly sobbing to herself. Hearing the conversation Pam Sweet Pussy snapped her head up rattling the chains. A blindfold kept her in a constant state of alert. Sid would throw objects around the room from time to time and take delight in watching her frantic reactions. Having recently experienced how much pain Sid was prepared to administer Pam stayed glued in place.

Donna knelt and stroked Pam Sweet Pussy’s hair. “Good girl, good girl” Sweet Pussy found female voice calming. Donna turned to look at Sid’s reaction as she spoke. “Yes, Sid this would make a perfect puppy dog.” Pam started to tremble and moan quietly in apprehension. She did not know exactly what Donna meant but she knew “puppy dog” couldn’t be good. “Now, now Sweet Pussy, you’ll be fine….I wouldn’t hurt my little puppy dog. Unless of course” …Donna raised her hand and brought it down hard on Pam’s ass. Pam groaned and bucked snorting through her nose. “….unless of course she was disobedient or a bad little doggie”. “You’re not going to be a bad little doggie are you?….” Pam shook her head back and forth rapidly and replied “No Mistress” Donna smiled as she unhitched the tether and pulled Pam into the center of the room.

Sid grinned and sat in his easy chair. It was always fun to watch Donna work. She had more imagination than most people he knew in the BDSM scene. She was waaaaay past the fucky/sucky vanilla scene . He had seen her reduce experienced subs to quivering blobs of jelly. Now he could hardly wait to see her work her magic on Pam Sweet Pussy.

Donna whispered something in Pam Sweet Pussy’s ear…Sid couldn’t hear it but he saw the effect. When Donna jerked the collar calling “Up girl Up” Pam Sweet Pussy lifted her hands off the ground. She knelt upright with her arms held up and paws down limp like a poodle in a dog show. Her mouth opened, tongue hanging out and panting. “GOOD GIRL!!!!” Donna turned and winked at Sid then put something in Pam Sweet Pussy’s mouth. Pam chewed and swallowed in one motion. Again Donna brought her lips close to Pam’s ears and whispered. Pam’s lower lip trembled as she anticipated the next command. “Beg girl , beg!!!!” . However, Pam hesitated and Donna brutally yanked Pam’s leach tight while raining down a barrage of stinging slaps on the poor girls rear. “ I said BEG….Beg!!!”…Without hesitation now Pam knelt up, threw back her head back and let out a continuous stream of “Arf arf arf arf”……”Now howl like a bitch ” Pam let out a small sigh of humiliation before she sang “OOOOwwwwwwwooooooo OOOOwwwwwwwwoooooooo.”

Donna took just that moment of deep humiliation to wet her fingers and shove them into Pam’s pussy. Daring not to stop Pam kept up her howling as Donna frigged her without letup. The cumulative effect was magical. Pam was soon overwhelmed with sensations but what she found most confusing was the undeniable fact that her body was reacting to these onslaughts as if they were pleasurable. She could not deny that she didn’t want Donna to stop working her pussy and she began to gyrate and grind herself into Donna’s hand. “She’s soaking Sid”. “Ever see such a bitch in heat?” When Donna pulled back her hand Pam moaned her disappointment and it was several seconds before she stopped shaking. Meanwhile Donna reached for her “doggie strap-on” . A huge black rubber cock with which she had learned to bring bottoms to tears. She wrapped it tightly around her upper thigh with Velcro so that it stood straight up when she sat. Pulling a horny Pam Sweet Pussy behind her Donna sat on the couch next to Sid and extended her leg. “I think my little doggie is in serious heat”. She was right; Pam would let anyone or anything fuck her at that moment. All she could think about now was soothing the unbelievable burning in her pussy. When she felt Donna’s toes wiggle and invade her she shuddered and fell forward on all fours facing her tormentor. “Climb up here and hump yourself on my leg like the horny little bitch you are” Donna tugged at her collar, Pam scampered up onto an outstretched calf and began to hump it; sliding her pussy up and down up and down. At first from fear but soon (too soon) she didn’t want to stop. With her eyes behind a blindfold it was easy for Pam to forget where she was and what she was doing, she melted into her rhythm working for her release. Sid was pleased with what Donna had done with Sweet Pussy in such a short time. He reminded himself that Donna was highly motivated for this particular session. OOOoooooo….little doggie likes that”. Donna teased.” I’ve got something really special for my little pet” “Climb up here and sit on my thigh” Blindly Pam felt her way up the leg until Donna centered her pussy over the rubber cock. “Here we go bitch” Donna shouted, slamming Pam down for the first penetration in what would be a long mind numbing ride.

“Bouncy Bouncy Fuck toy” Donna called as she held Pam by the waist and proceeded to buck her about on her thigh. Pam impaled by the huge rubber cock fell forward and put her arms around Donnas neck for balance. Grinding and grunting Pam was lost in her appetite. “God let her let me come”, Pam hoped. Donna was still not satisfied, she wanted Pam completely.” Do you love it slut?” “ Yes mistress I love it”. “Beg me for it doggie bitch!”….no hesitation now Pam sent out a banshee howl as she felt the first throb of her orgasm advance. OOOOOwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa, OOOOwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaa“tell me you love it cunt” Ahhhhh I love it Mistress” “Tell me you love me my little fuck toy”. Pam cried “I love you mistress” “I’m your little fuck-toy and I love it.” . Donna could see Pam was lost in the steady pounding. “Time to step it up a bit”, she decided. She ripped off Pam’s blindfold while grabbing hold of the girls bouncing tits. Pam needed just a moment to recognize her “mistress” and shriek “Donna!!!?” before her fucker doubled the speed of the thrusts and bucked Pam so hard she had to concentrate to hold on. “ Donna was recently denied a promotion at the company because of an evaluation Pam Martini had written. She wrote that Donna was too “friendly” with the male employees to be an effective manager and generally spread it around the organization that Donna was nothing more than a cheap dumb cunt. Sid, a long time BDSM friend of Donna’s let her see a copy of the evaluation. Donna was now having the revenge pay-back fuck of her life. “Who’s the dumb cunt now bitch”….she mercilessly squeezed Pam’s tits ….”Owwwww I am mistress”

Wanna cum on me dumb cunt? Pulling on her ears and drawing her head closer to hers. ”Wanna fuck your mistress?”. “Yes mistress yes mistress please let me come on you.” “Kiss me dumb cunt and tell me you love me.” Sweet Pussy leaned forward to kiss Donna full on her lips but before she got there Donna’s tongue shot out and came alive in Pam’s mouth. When she pulled away and she spat full in Pam’s face. “Love me bitch? “ Yes Mistress…..then come for me now!!

Pam sweet pussy was crying now in great heaves as she closed her eyes and churned her cunt into the rubber cock. Donna let go of one of Pam’s tits and began a steady rhythmic slapping of Pam’s face. “Love it bitch?”she yelled . SMACK “Yes Mistress” “Then fuck me bitch.” SMACK “Yes Mistress” repeatedly Donna slapped and yelled until finally Pam began an uncontrollable series of body racking spasms that bent her forward like someone was punching her in the stomach. She coughed out “UUUhhhhh “ “Uhhhhh” at each convulsion until her spine straightened, her head shot back, and she shrieked AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” At long last , she broke into unrestrained crying. Donna stood quickly letting Pam; tears rolling down her face fall hard on the floor. Donna not yet satisfied, pinned Pam to the floor with her knees, bent over until her nose was touching Pam’s and said. “I hope you enjoyed that Pam Sweet Pussy because I have just started with you and you will not be coming again for a long long time.” Turning towards Sid, Donna smiled and winked. Smiling and shaking his head Sid thought “ Damn, glad she’s on my side, “glad she’s on my side.”

Two Months earlier”

Donna rolled over and nibbled on Sid’s ear. “Thank you master, Thank You Master Thank You Master” “Can we do it again Master? Pleeeeaaassssseee Master”, “Pleeeeaaassssseee Master” Awakening, Sid chuckled at her sarcasm. Donna was a “switch” and when she called her partner “Master” it was just for the session , if that long. She was always a great fuck no matter what role she took. Last night she was in the mood for his riding crop and a suspension fuck. He was so fond of her (too fond he sometimes thought) that he always kept his door open for her and often looked to have something “special” for her. Theirs was no longer a true D/s relationship. They had traveled too far, too long together and had over the years come to regard each other with respect as equals. Still…she looooved it when Sid would slap her ass around and Sid looooooved to slap it around. The idea of pairing Donna and Pam Sweet Pussy together had stared Sid in the face for at least a month before he was willing to risk the coupling. Aware of the hostility between the two women Sid wasn’t sure about his ability to “control” what could turn into an explosive situation. Pam Martini, the MIT, Ivy League bitch was smart, attractive, young and had everything given to her on a silver platter. Sid had made her his reluctant collar a while back but had not really taken her much further than fuck-toy. Lately, he felt she was beginning to enjoy the role too much. Donna on the other hand was a scrapper. The daughter of a single parent mom, she went to night schools and worked to make every opportunity she ever had. She also at 41 was one great looking mature woman. She knew how attractive she was but unlike most women she didn’t use her attractiveness to take meaningless advantage of men; she only seemed to use her beauty to satisfy her physical urges. Donna was a true, died in the wool, no compromising, no ifs and’s or buts…slut. She loved sex. She thought about it all the time and when she wasn’t thinking about it she was doing it. It was natural for her and Sid to match up via a BDSM personals web site. Donna was a young subbie wannabe who found Sid; an older experienced Dom, just the patient teacher she needed. Problem was, he was in North Carolina and she was in Albuquerque. They corresponded for a long time before they decided they just had to meet. When they did; Donna knew she would never go back to Albuquerque. She moved in with Sid, then moved out, got jobs, lost jobs, until she settled in after Sid got her a decent position at his Corporation. Over the years she had developed into a good friend a good employee and an outstanding occasional scene partner. He told her many times she was not a submissive; it was a point of friction between them. She would reply “Say’s you…you have no idea how much I love to be tied down and fucked after I’ve had my ass whipped raw.” Actually, Sid did know. Nevertheless, he still felt that she was “playing” at being a submissive ;playing well, but still, just playing. When he saw her rear her dominant side from time to time; he thought she was magnificent. That was the Donna he wanted to meet Pam Sweet Pussy. So one day, he told Donna about the evaluation the managers had received from Pam about Donna’s performance. Pam had thrown a black-ball into Donna’s file. She was trying to climb up by climbing over Donna. Sid had known about it for weeks. He found it hard to believe the little bitch was still pulling that kind of shit after what he was putting her through. He was planning his own “special treatment” for Pam Sweet Pussy but now he decided to turn Donna loose on Pam’s ass. When he showed Donna the evaluation; her response was “I am going to beat the fuck outta that bitch”, Sid restrained her and filled her in on Pam’s situation as his captive. A purely evil smile crossed Donna’s face when she put the puzzle together. “When can I have her Sid? When can I have her?” “Problem is”…… Sid said in a sarcastic drawl ….”I want to turn her over to a dominant mistress, I’m not interested in a luvy duvy lesbo session…..do you know where I can find a female “dominant” to handle her?” Donna raised her eyebrows, “Don’t fuck with me Sid, do you want me to beg?….you know I could take her apart….let me have her!” “I’m just not sure you’re up to it ….subby” Sid teased. “I haven’t seen your dominant side in so long I’m not sure if I was right about you.” “Sid , for this I can be the Queen Goddess of Dominant Mistress Bitches. Let me at her!!”

“Prove it!!!” said Sid. Donna paused and thought a moment staring at her friend . She liked the verbal sparing Sid always pulled her into. “OK, here’s the deal. Let’s get a room at the Reserve Hotel next Friday. You stay in the bedroom closet and I’ll go down to the bar and pick up a “date”. If I can make this guy beg for his mommy before the night is through , Pam is mine. Deal?” “ I like it! Sid said.” “But Donna , no weight lifters , kick boxers or bikers , if I have to pull some asshole off of you, let it be a wimp OK?” Donna pursed her lips and threw a kiss …..”Sid you so sweet.” As she walked away she realized her panties were soaking. She checked her purse for her vibrator and took a quick left towards the ladies room.

Friday night was certainly date night at the Reserve Hotel. Sid paused just long enough in the foyer to glimpse Donna on the prowl in the bar area. “Somebody is gonna have quite an evening” he thought, as he stepped into the elevator. He could not have been in the closet for more than fifteen minutes (seemed likes hours) when he heard the rattle of keys in the hotel room lock. Then the muffled sounds of a drunken conversation and fumbling with clothes. Donna could always pull men out of a room at will. She was good and she was aware of it. Sid sat back to watch the show. When they crashed into the bedroom and fell on the bed in a shadowy heap Sid’s eyes bulged. The guy was fucking huge. Huge. No doubt , Donna had picked the biggest guy she could find to take up to the room just to fuck with Sid. As he tried to focus on this “football player” , he concluded he couldn’t stop him with a .22, if he had a .22 . Then again, this was one of the things he loved about Donna. Never dull. Never fucking dull.

The light snapped on filling the room with light. “Let’s get a look at you lover, I want to see what I’m working with here.” Donna already naked dove across the bed and reached for the guys belt. He was busy tearing his shirt off. Ripping down his trousers and underpants in one quick swoosh, her mouth went right for his genitals . “Whoa” He sighed as his knees buckled. Just as unexpectedly as she began to suck him she stopped. He was still thrusting before he realized there was no longer a mouth around his cock. He let out an indistinguishable grunt before he said “What’s wrong???” Nothing, lover we have all night” “I want to love you “long time GI””. She smiled .Then she darted back to his cock and consumed it down to the root. The guy shuddered as she began a rapid deep throat treatment. Without warning, she stopped again. “Hey what’s the….” Before he could finish Donna shoved a wet finger up his ass and began to massage his prostate. When his jaw dropped she went back to work on his cock. Which she did expertly. She continued this stop and go….blow job anal massage until the guy couldn’t stand up any more. He fell to the floor on his knees. “Want more lover” Donna asked?” “Yeah he replied” “Well ask for it ” ….she bent down until her mouth hovered over his cock. He could feel her hot breath. “Suck me!” he barked and tried to grab hold of her head. She dodged his attack leaned back on the bed opened her legs and started toying with her clit. “Ask nicely lover…ask nicely”. The guy shook his head to clear it and said” Please suck me baby” . “Try “please suck me ,mistress”” Donna stared at him hard letting her tongue roll around and around her wet lips. All the while stroking her clit. He shrugged and said” Please suck me ..mistress” “Good Boy” she cried, pulling him up on the bed. She soon had him prone with his cock pointing straight up into the air. Her blowjob was an advanced study in cock tease. Sometimes her finger was up his ass as she deep throated him, other times she grabbed him with both hands and frigged him like she was churning butter. Stopping now. Starting again. Blowing, sucking, licking. It was the sporadic stop and go that was making him crazy. In a daze he grabbed her and threw her on her back. “Fuck me baby” he snapped. She bounced right up on her knees, grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready lover, I’ll fuck you so well you will worship me.” “Ask me nicely to fuck you lover” Her strokes were putting him into a daze again.” Please fuck me…..mistress”. “Get on your knees and face the headboard lover.” she cooed. He was a little delirious at this point. He turned and faced the bedpost without question. Donna wasted no time. She shoved her face deep between his cheeks and stuck her tongue far into his asshole. Her hands reached forward grabbing his cock and she stroked him in rhythm to her tongue pokes. He had never felt such sensations and could no longer rationally process the messages that his body was sending to his mind. His whole world was the pleasure coming from his cock and his ass. He might have objected if he had not abandoned his mind by now, but when she slipped the vibrator into his ass; he just lowered himself on his forearms and gave Donna a better opportunity to shove it in and out. Shortly , Donna turned the vibrations on full and shoved it into him to the hilt. He buried his head in the pillows as he let out a scream. “Do not move lover” Donna whispered in his ear…..I’ll throw you out if you do.” The poor guy couldn’t move if he wanted to and he didn’t want to. He felt like he had always been there and would always be there. Donna bounded off the bed, ran into the bathroom and came back wearing a strap on of comic proportions. Not so long as wide. It was an assbuster. She looked over at the closet and winked at Sid as she rubbed the monster with KY jelly. In her other hand she had her handy riding crop. She approached her victim like he was a skittish colt. He knelt on the bed as she left him. Head in the pillow and ass up in the air as a vibrator buzzed and buzzed in his behind. “Good boy, good boy I think you’re going to like this.” She started moving the vibrator in and out of his ass. “I’m going to fuck you…isn’t that what you want? “Tell me to fuck you good boy” “Fuck me” he voiced from his pillow. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!!! The ferocity and speed of the crop striking his ass surprised Sid to the point that he almost fell back into the closet. The reaction from Donna’s victim was just short of astonishing. His head shot up out of the pillow as he bellowed out a guttural “OOOOOOOOOwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!” He raised himself up on his knees like a bucking horse . In a flash, Donna pulled the vibrator out of his ass, lined up her strap-on , grabbed the guy by his shoulders and with one powerful thrust impaled the fellow with her monster dick. He fell back down head in the pillow as Donna’s assault on his asshole started in earnest. “Am I fucking you my little sissy girl?” No response. Whack! Whack! “Answer me you little cunt” “Am I fucking my sissy girl.” “Yes…”Whack Whack, Say Yes Mistress…””Yes mistress”. Her strokes and whipping were so relentless now that he had to be lost somewhere between pleasure and pain. A place he had never been before and soon Donna was going to take him further. “ Are you my little bitch now? Say Yes Mistress”…”Yes Mistress.” “Wanna come my little sissy boy? ““Yes mistress.” “Beg you little sissy girl”, “Please make me come mistress.” Donna mercifully dropped her paddle and reached forward to grab the guys rock hard cock. “What’s this, little sissy boy has a hard swollen cock. Want mommy to stroke it sissy boy? Say it!!!!” Mommy, sissy boy wants you to stroke his cock.” Her movements were rhythmic now Three shoves into his ass followed by three fast strokes on his cock. As he identified the pattern his body began to move with her strokes. He was racing towards an unbelievable ejaculation. Donna owned his body now. With a final look in my direction she turned back to her victim for his last lesson. She lay on his back; slapping his cock now and thrusting around and around into his ass….”tell me you want your mommy sissy boy and I’ll make you come.” Then she stopped all movement. Before he could react she was moving again “tell me you want your mommy sissy boy and I’ll let you come.” She stopped again. Sid heard a pitiful groan come out of the guy. Again she started “tell me you want your mommy and I’ll make you come sissy boy.” Sid heard a muffled voice come out of the pillow. “I want my mommy, I want my mommy, I want my mommy” . At first just a peep but it grew in loudness. “I want my mommy, I want my mommy, I want my mommy” . Soon it became so loud that if it weren’t muffled it would have been a scream of operatic proportions. “I want my mommy!, I want my mommy!, I want my mommy!” Donna said “poor sissy boy wants his mommy?” “Shoot for me you little pussy bitch “. She grabbed his cock as she shoved herself all the way into his ass. Then she frigged his cock until her hand was a blur. A building moan from the pillow turned into a screeching holler when he bucked , bounced and twitched into a colossal orgasm. His jism spurt in globs and gobs onto the bed as Donna held onto him for dear life. Twitching and tossing he finally curled up into a fetal position and sobbed quietly to himself until he calmed down. “Good boy…..you did so good boy” Donna stroked his head like he was a pet. Kissing his tear stained cheek she whispered “that was lovely. Thank you.” Without another word she jumped off the bed, opened the closet and said “Let’s go” Her “lover” raised his head a moment and then collapsed as he watched the two of them walk out of the room. In the corridor, still dressing Donna turned to Sid and said “Who da man Sid?” WHO DA MAN! “ You da man Donna YOU DA MAN.” Sid was a little worried for Pam Sweet Pussy. “Pam your sweet ass is MINE”, thought Donna.

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