My Own Private Cheerleader

 

 

 

I'd always wanted my own private cheerleader, someone young, fresh, unspoiled, and innocent— but not too innocent. Someone who would maybe put up a fight, but not too much of one, someone who'd be scandalized and shocked by the things I did to her, but would secretly love it and eventually find herself overwhelmed by her own ferocious sexuality, surrendering to me with all the passion of a woman in flames, yielding to me as I quenched that fire with the hard piston of my cock plunging savagely between her legs. Someone who'd cling to me and shudder as I cried out, filling her with my hot come and teaching her the ecstasy of a woman's sexual surrender. That's what I wanted, but where was I going to find such a girl? Such a willing victim?

 

In Natalie, no doubt—sweet, young (but old enough), sensual; innocent in flesh but wise in spirit. Natalie was a girl I met on the web after she'd read one of my stories and contacted me. We struck up a correspondence, and soon I was tutoring her in the strange world of sex and sexuality, serving as her guide and mentor. She was very young and inexperienced, but after my initial reservations, she turned out to be terribly curious and eager, her tastes running towards the BDSM side of things—right up my alley . She was a young woman attracted to passion, but had never yet felt any of her own, and I quite selfishly wanted to be there when she did. Passion is something I know very well.

 

It was a weird relationship. I was used to talking about oral or anal sex, whips and rope and vibrators, and I could almost see Natalie's wide-eyed wonder at the other end as she read my words. "That's horrible!" she would say. "Tell me more!"

 

Her particular passion was bondage, women made to orgasm, women played with and forced to act like sluts. In other words, Natalie was interested in sexual submission, alternately fascinated and repelled by it. Her letters to me were filled with, "I can't believe people actually do that!" and then, "I can't stop thinking about that!" and finally, "I want that! I want someone to do that  to me!"

 

It was time to act.

 

We'd already met a couple times in person, and so she had nothing against meeting me one day after school. I told her to wear her cheerleading outfit and a coat that would cover it. Like I said, I wanted a cheerleader, that youth and innocence. The e-mail I’d received from her the night before was about a video she'd sent me of a girl being driven to orgasm by a man with a vibrator. Her e-mail said, "God! If I don’t get to do this soon, I'll go crazy!" That's what made up my mind.

 

It was a gray March afternoon and rainy, but she met me all the same. I saw her walking down the street under an umbrella, and when the wind caught the bottom of her trench coat I could see a flash of bare leg and short little skirt of magenta and gold. I hit the horn and she saw me and came trotting, ducking against the blustery rain.

 

"Hi!" she said as she slid into the warm car. "It’s freezing out! Why did you want me to wear my outfit anyhow?"

 

"Just humor me, Natalie. How are you?"

 

"Fine. Great. What did you want to see me about? What's so important?"

 

I put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. We were in an area that was part industrial, part commercial, with motels dotting the main street. I swing down a side street.

 

"Natalie, you trust me, don't you?"

 

"Sure," she said.

 

"You know I'd never hurt you?"

 

She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, I know."

 

Her coat was open and out of the corner of my eye I could see the smooth skin of her legs, the thrust of her breasts behind her cheerleader's sweater. I swung the car into the back entrance of a motel parking lot and pulled into a far corner, away from any other cars.

 

"You remember what a safe word is?" I asked her. "It's a word we use in BDSM to mean, 'Stop! I'm in trouble,' or 'I don’t want this,' or 'I don’t like what you're doing to me.' Remember? I told you about them, and I told you that we go through a lot of trouble choosing a safe word that you wouldn't use in sex play. That's why we don't use words like 'Stop' or 'don't', because sometimes in play we use those words to mean just the opposite. You remember?"

 

She was looking at me strangely now. "Yes. I remember. And you said you liked to use the person's full name, that if we were ever playing, all I had to do was say my full name and you'd stop and let me go, right?"

 

I put the car in park and left the engine idling. "Yes. That's right. And I'm glad you remembered, because it's time."

 

"Time?" she asked. "What time?"

 

I reached into my pocket and before she could react, I pulled out a length of rope. She watched stunned as I tied one end around her wrist then pushed her away and caught her opposite wrist behind her back. She didn't start fighting till I had her half-turned and was already tying off her other wrist.

 

"Gregg? What are you doing? Are you crazy? What…?"

 

A sudden squall of rain swept over the car, drumming on the roof. I finished tying her wrists and let her go. She fell back against the door, her arms behind her, her eyes wild.

 

I glared back at her. "It's time, Natalie. It's time. Time you found out what all these things you've been thinking and dreaming about are like. Time someone showed you, someone who knows how. It's time you knew, don't you think?"

 

"Think? I think you're crazy, that's what I think! What are you going to do to me?"

 

"You know your safe word. It's just like you said. All you have to do is use it and I'll stop, understand?"

 

She was half leaning back against the door, her coat partly open so I could see her chest heaving as she breathed. She started pulling at the ropes, trying to get her hands free but I'd tied her well. I wasn't fooling around. And unless I missed my guest, feeling her own helplessness was just going to get her excited. All she had to do was say her full name and I'd let her go and forget the whole thing, and she knew it. I sat there and waited for it.

 

She tugged at the ropes, her face getting red as she pulled, but she didn't say anything.

 

I waited one heartbeat, two, three, and I waited, my hands on the wheel. She moved her shoulders, tugging at the bonds, but she didn't say a word. I knew she was mine.

 

I reached over and grabbed her arm and easily dragged her away from the door. She gasped in surprise as I pulled her against me, pulled her head back and kissed her, full on the mouth.

 

She tried to yell but my lips muffled her. I held her and kissed her as she tried to struggle against me, but all her struggles did was force her coat to fall open and press those luscious tits against me. I held her face and kissed her as my hand found its way under her sweater, over the warmth of her skin and up to her breast.

 

"Stop! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

 

She writhed and wiggled, pulled tight at the rope and tired to raise her knees to push me away. My hand closed on her breast, feeling the soft, fresh bra she wore, and the soft, heavy flesh. I kissed her and I peeled down the cup till my fingertips touched her nipple. At that she froze, going rigid in my arms, waiting.

 

My fingers traced circles around her hardening nub, feeling that margin where areola met the soft skin of her tit. She tried again to push me away by arching her back, but I held on, pressing her back in the seat. My fingers closed on her nipple.

 

"Don't!" she moaned. "Please!" but the feel of her skin inflamed me.

 

 I broke the kiss and pulled her sweater up roughly over her tits, pushed the bra down and lowered my head to suck her breast into my mouth, my tongue repeating the path my fingers had just taken, circling her areola and then lashing her erect nipple, licking her, nipping her with my teeth. Her head fell back against the seat and she shuddered.

 

A gust of raw wind slammed into the car and made it rock, but inside the heater was going full blast and we were safe and warm. Sucking her tits seemed to take all the fight out of her and when I stopped both breasts were shiny with saliva, the nipples painfully erect.

 

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked breathlessly.

 

I leaned over and put my lips against her shell-like ear. "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to tie you up and play with you and make you suck my cock till you come like a little whore, and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life!"

 

She moaned at my words and I felt her give another little shudder. I slid my hand down between her legs and pressed her skirt up against her pussy.

 

"You drive me wild, Natalie, and now I've got to have you, got to get my cock inside you and make you feel me. All the things you've dreamed about, all the things you're afraid of? We're going to do them today. I'm going to show you what it's all about, what you're capable of feeling."

 

"No," she said. "Please!" But when I kissed her again, her lips opened in shy invitation, and I felt her hot breath from her nostrils on my cheek.

 

I pushed the skirt out of the way and slid my fingers down where her tight, slick panties covered her pussy. She was warm down there and humid, and she groaned into my mouth as I traced her slit through the smooth fabric, knowing there was no way to escape, no chance of getting away. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her puffy lips and she started to breathe faster, whimpering in her throat. I pressed against her clit and she gasped and opened her mouth. Her little white teeth found a purchase in my lower lip and she bit down, telling me my fingers were driving her mad.

 

"Hot little bitch!" I hissed. "You're going to love it when I get you all tied up and eat that sweet pussy till you come in my mouth, aren't you, Natalie?"

 

"No.." she moaned, licking the spot she'd just bitten. "No, let me go, please!"

 

I was close to her, almost on top of her, my lips against her smooth skin. Her body was soft and hard at the same time, and I could feel her heart beating like a trapped rabbit, feel her skin almost twitching with excitement. I could feel the heat grow between her legs as if she were filling up with warm liquid.

 

I slid my finger up inside the leg hole of her panties, against the baby-smooth flesh there, pressing against the petals of her sex, and she moaned again, pressing her tits against me.

 

I could have sat there all day playing with her, but I needed more space, and the room was already paid for and ready.

 

I broke the kiss and let her go, and she looked at me in confusion.

 

"We're behind a motel," I said. "So we can go in the back way and no one will see us. The room's all ready, so don't give me any trouble, right, Natalie?"

 

I took her silence for agreement. Her eyes were hot as I pulled her sweater down, then got out of the car and walked around to her door. I helped her out and made her lean against the car as I straightened her clothes and buttoned her coat. Her wrists were still tied, but I didn't think anyone would notice. I took her arm and led her up the back stairs.

 

She said nothing as we walked down the hallway and I keyed the lock. I pulled her into the room and turned on the lights.

 

I'd been there earlier and set everything up. There were the toys arranged neatly on the dresser—the vibrators and dildos, the ropes and chains, the cuffs and anklets. There was brand new tube of KY jelly for lubrication, a new crop and a flogger in  case it should come to that. In the middle of the floor stood a wooden arm chair with ropes tied to the arms and feet, and the chains were already in place tied to the bed and laid neatly on the mattress.

 

It was all neat and clean, but a feeling of sexual depravity hung about the place. The plastic dildos stood up on end as if they were already hard for her, already eager to sink into that soft pussy. I'd turned the heat up earlier so it was quite warm in there, and the feeling of isolation was enhanced by the cold, miserable rain that spattered against the windows as she took in the scene.

 

"Oh my God," she said softly as she looked around. "Oh my God!"

 

"I'm going to take the rope off now so I can get your coat off. You're not going to try anything stupid, right, Natalie?"

 

But her eyes were fixed on the dildos and she didn't say a word as I untied her wrists and threw her coat on a chair. She looked so innocent and perky in her cheerleader outfit, it was hard for even me to believe the obscene things I had planned for her.

 

"Give me your wrists, Natalie," I said, and she stuck her wrists out for me, her eyes still on the sex toys. I buckled a black leather cuff set with silver steel rings around each wrist, then pulled her hands around her back again and fastened them together with a sturdy silver clip. She seemed in a trance as I went and turned down the lights, picking up a piece of rope as I returned to her.

 

"Let's get those tits out where we can see them, shall we?" I asked.

 

I tied the rope to one arm at the elbow, then passed it around the other and drew her elbows together behind her back, making her thrust her chest out. It was only when I was tying off the other arm that she seemed to recover from her trance and pay attention to what I was doing, and by that time her elbows were almost tied together behind her back.

 

"Oh, no," she breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

 

I pulled her over to the mirror so she could see. I stood behind her and leered over her shoulder like the devil himself.

 

"Look at yourself, Natalie," I whispered. "A sweet, innocent cheerleader, a high school girl. That's what everyone thinks you are, isn't it? That's what you think you should be too. But I'm here to show you that there's more to you than that. There's much more to you than that.

"You like to tease, too, don't you baby? You like it when the boys go mad for you, when they try to touch your tits and that hot little pussy, when they tell you how the beat off thinking about you and spill their come thinking about fucking sweet little Natalie. And all that time you’re teasing, you're secretly hoping one of those boys won't take your shit anymore, that one of those boys will get sick of your teasing and throw you down and take what he wants from you, paying you back for all that teasing, treating you like a whore. That's what you want too, isn't it, Natalie?"

 

"No!" she said, trying to twist away.

 

"Well let's just see," I said, lifting her sweater. "Let's just see what we have here."

 

I held her pressed back against me and lifted the bottom of her heavy sweater up over her breasts, watching her in the mirror. She looked so sweet and innocent in that cheerleader outfit with her baggy socks and white shoes, her hair pinned up on top of her head. Her bra was white too, and once I got the sweater up I filled my hands with her tits, squeezing them and pressing them together as she moaned and twisted against me.

 

"Watch!" I ordered. "Look in the mirror and watch what I do to you!"

 

She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling in my hands. I worked my thumbs down inside the cups till I could strum her nipples, then took them between my fingers and pinched softly, rolling those sensitive buds and making her gasp and try to twist away.

 

The feel and weight of her tits made me hard, and my cock was pressing right against her bound hands. I pressed it against her and she gasped, trying to pull her hands back.

 

"Feel how hard you've got me, you little tramp! That cock is all for you, baby. You caused it and now you're going to have to take care of it!"

 

"No!" she moaned. "No!"

 

I let go of her breasts and let my hands slip down her body, keeping her pressed against me. I lifted her short skirt so her panties showed and the delicious juncture of her thighs, and as my left hand held the skirt out of the way, my right hand began to stroke that hot little cunt, making her groan. She tried to lean forward and lift her leg to protect herself, but I pulled her upright.

 

"Watch!" I said. "Watch!"

 

I got my hand under the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs and left them there, midway down her legs. Her little pussy was exposed, the pubic hair trimmed close, her pink lips just visible. I held her against me and let my right middle finger just slide between those soft lips, not deep, tracing a path from her clit all the way back to the bottom of her pussy and then back up again.

 

"Look at yourself, you little whore! You love it don't you?"

 

"No! No! You're disgusting!" she spat, but I could feel her starting to tremble. Her pussy was soft and smooth—moist and getting moister by the second. She was getting aroused.

 

"You’re wet, Natalie. You know that? That hot little cunt is soaking wet. Why do you think that is?"

 

"Let me go!" she moaned, but that was the last thing I was going to do. Instead, I put my fingers over her little clit and started vibrating them, beating her off as I held her against me. She gasped, instinctively pressing her pussy against my hand, seeking more of the maddening vibrations.

 

"I wonder if this hot little cheerleader can come," I whispered in her ear. "I wonder if she can come by having her pussy played with. Shall we see?"

 

I knew she wasn't a virgin, so I slid my middle finger inside, just up to the first knuckle. It went in easily, sliding into that tight oily cunt like a warm knife into butter. Natalie cried out and tired to squeeze her legs together to keep me out, but it was no use.

 

With my finger inside her, I could slide my thumb against that greasy clit and do it right, and I started to masturbate her as the stood there, her head down, refusing to look at her image in the mirror, and why should she? She looked like the perfect little whore, her sweater was up and the position of her bound arms made her tits spill out of her bra. Her panties were around her tight thighs and a man's hand was in her cunt, vibrating against her, fingering her, playing with her like she was some kind of musical instrument.

 

Hot little tart! She had me on fire and I pressed my aching cock against her hands and strummed her pussy like it was guitar. My own face in the mirror was dark and angry with lust, thinking about the number of men she'd teased with that hot cunt, the number of guys who'd gone home to their rooms and beat off thinking of her, spilling their hot cream all over their knuckles in their loneliness and frustration.

 

But now she was the one getting jerked off, and in my excitement I started spanking my fingers against her swollen clit, tapping that hot bud with my two middle fingers, splashing into the wetness of her cunt and feeling her tremble and gasp.

 

"Oh God! No!" she moaned. "No! Don’t make me come!"

 

I alternated the little taps with wild circling motions, keeping her on the edge. I remembered what she'd said once, abut being afraid she wouldn't be able to come, that she might be a bad lover. But she didn't know how being tied and taken would excite her, how her own helplessness and being caught in the gale of a man's lust would send her higher than she'd ever imagined. Her thighs were wet with her own juice now and she was close to coming.

 

"Don't you dare come, Natalie! Don't you dare! Not until I give you my permission, you understand? Understand?"

 

"Oh," she groaned. "Yes, yes! Whatever you say!"

 

I let go of her pussy. I untied her arms and unclipped her wrists as she stood there red-faced and panting, and I pulled her sweater up over her head like she was a child. I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off her, then unhooked her skirt and let that slide down her legs. Natalie stood there in a daze, not resisting me at all. I pushed her over to the chair and sat her down on it, tied her wrists to the arms and made them snug. I buckled the cuffs around her ankles and then tied these to the front legs of the chair. I passed another piece of rope around her waist to keep her ass in the seat, then I stepped back to look at her.

 

The little bitch set me on fire! She was naked except for her panties and her nipples were hard as little diamonds, pointing up at the ceiling of the room. She was slumped down slightly in the chair, and her hair was coming undone, strands hanging over her back and her face. She had the look of a woman getting fucked, her lips swollen, eyes half-closed and glazed with lust. There was a little wet spot between her legs.

 

I went to the dresser and got the vibrators—a plain plastic one in purple and a rabbit style with the clit attachment and the rotating balls inside, and then another one, a small one, the size of a finger.

 

Natalie sat there like she'd been drugged, her tits rising and falling as she breathed, her hands rotating as she tested the strength of her bonds. She still knew her safe word. All she had to do was say it and I'd stop.

 

I came over and turned on the purple vibe. I pressed it against her cheek, then slid it down her throat as she flinched away. I wanted her to get a good look and feel the powerful vibrations. I wanted her to start imagining what it would feel like against her pussy, humming against her clit.

 

I slid it down over her chest and touched it to her nipple and she let her head fall back and groaned. I could see her tit flesh vibrating and could imagine what it must feel like to her. She could probably feel it in her spine.

 

I ran it over her tits and under them, down across her stomach and up her thighs. I studied her as I worked. She knew what was coming and didn't move, holding perfectly still, trying to ignore the maddening vibrations.

 

"I think you’re going to enjoy this, Natalie. I think you're going to enjoy this a lot."

 

I pressed the vibrator against the inside of her thigh, high up, near her sex, so she could feel the buzz. She groaned and tried to close her knees together, so I put down the vibe and got another piece of rope. I tied one end to her left knee, ran it around the back of the chair and tied the other end to her right. Now she was held totally open, unable to close her legs or defend herself. I saw her give a little shudder when she realized this.

 

I retrieved the vibe and put it back against her thigh and left it there. Natalie closed her eyes and whimpered. She groaned. I moved the vibe a little closer to her cunt, then a little closer. There was a wet spot in her panties and it was growing.

 

"Oh yes," I breathed as I grabbed her breast and massaged it, "Oh yes, this is going to be good. This is going to be very good!"

 

The vibrations were getting to her now, setting her pussy on fire, and she was moaning. Her hips started moving, lifting slightly out of the chair looking for the vibe, trying to get it against her pussy. I rolled it up and down her thigh, first one leg then the other. Her panties were soaked now they'd have to go. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a knife, opened it with a flick. I carefully worked the blade beneath the panties and pulled, and the garment cut cleanly. Another cut on the other side, and I pulled her shredded panties from beneath her ass, leaving her totally naked. I put the vibrator in my mouth to get it wet, and touched it against her pussy.

 

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!"

 

She was excited, on fire, ready to come, and the feel of those wild vibrations against her most sensitive flesh was almost more than she could bare. Her ass jerked up off the chair and her wrists pulled tight against the bonds. She threw her head back and her tits quivered on her chest as she trembled on the edge of release.

 

"Remember what I told you, Natalie. You don't come without my permission, remember? You want to come, you have to ask, "Permission to come, sir?" and I'll decide. Understand?"

 

She was quivering like a plucked fiddle string, every muscle rigid. "Yes, yes! Oh! Permission to come, sir? Permission to come?"

 

"Denied!" I said, and I took the vibrator away from her, leaving her limp and gasping.

 

I gave her just enough time to calm down, and then I pressed the head against her pussy again, this time finding her opening. Natalie put her head back and wailed as the buzzing vibe slid into her pussy, sending those evil vibrations deep into the secret pleasure centers of her female anatomy. Her little pussy clamped tight around the purple plastic, and her thighs trembled as she tried instinctively to close her legs against the savage intruder, but it was no use—the ropes held her open and helpless.

 

I slid the smooth, artificial cock into her—an inch, two inches, three—and then I began to slowly fuck her with it, in and out, in and out, the vibe emerging shiny with her juices. She turned into an absolute whore. She wailed, she wiggled, her hips began an obscene pumping against the purple plastic dick as she went wild for release.

 

"Permission to come, sir! Permission to come?" she gasped.

 

"Not yet, you gorgeous slut! Not yet!"

 

I held the little vibe in my other hand, flicked it on and pressed the head against her clit.

 

"Oh no!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!!!"

 

The purple vibe was in her cunt; the little white finger vibe was buzzing hard against her distended clit. Her hips were jerking obscenely up out of the chair in a desperate attempt to drive the thing inside deeper inside her, her ass off the chair and vibrating as he head hung back in helpless ecstasy.

 

"Permission… Per… Per…"

 

I leaned over, my face inches from hers. "Yes, come now, slut!" I hissed. "Come hard you little whore! Spill your hot come all over my hand! Come on, give it to me! Give me your dirty come!"

 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted as her body went wild, bucking and humping, twisting and writhing against the ropes. The vibrator jumped in my hand as her pussy clamped down on it with deep, visceral come-sucking waves of muscular contraction, then her body exploded into total, near-hysterical release.

 

I dropped the little vibrator and grabbed her breast, squeezing hard as she went into orgasmic overdrive. She opened her mouth to scream and I plunged my tongue into it as I continued to fuck that tight, spasming cunt with the purple vibe, her juice pouring out and wetting my wrist with her scalding liquid. I kissed her deep and she screamed into my mouth as she came like a banshee, her body out of control, and no sooner had her cunt stopped it’s wild twitching than I pulled the thing from her pussy and threw it on the bed.

 

She was gasping, panting, her body still jerking like someone was sending electric sparks through her as I untied her from the chair and threw her bodily on the bed where she collapsed like  rag doll, her hips still jerking in aftershocks of consuming pleasure, the juice still pouring from her pussy.

 

I walked over and started peeling off my clothes.

 

"And now it’s my turn," I said.

 

Natalie 2

 

 

 

Natalie lay naked on the bed, naked except for the leather cuffs still on her wrists and ankles. She had one arm thrown over her eyes as she gasped for breath, and her legs were pressed tightly together, as if to stop the post-orgasmic aftershocks that still rippled through her body, making her tummy tremble. My cock was hurting, hard and throbbing and begging for relief inside my pants, but I still wasn't ready for her, wasn't ready to plunge inside her and quench that bone-deep hunger, even though I wanted her so much my teeth ached.

 

She'd just come hard as I'd fucked her with one vibrator and played another one against her clit, but that wasn't the end of it, and now I was letting her calm down before continuing, because we weren't done yet. She'd told me once she wondered whether sex could ever really be like it was in the stories—if she could come as hard as the women I wrote about, if the things I did to them would turn her on as much. I was going to show her and let her decide for herself. That was the whole point.

 

Her cheerleader's outfit lay here and there on the floor, marking her passage from high school girl to naked, shackled fuck slut with a trail of discarded clothing and underwear, shoes and socks, almost as if she'd been shedding one identity and taking on a new one, naked and vulnerable. The bed was big. She looked very small lying there.

 

"I like girls who tease," I said as I went to the dresser and got a couple of thigh cuffs, some big metal clips and short lengths of chain. "I like girls who like to flirt and lead guys on. You know why, Natalie? Because they all want the same thing. Inside, they want someone who won't take their shit. Someone who'll make them pay, make them stand and deliver on what they've been promising."

 

I came over to the bed and passed one of the broad leather thigh cuffs around her leg.. I slipped the end through the buckle and cinched it in place, pulling it snug.

 

"They tease because they're scared of it," I said as I worked. "But inside, they want someone to force them, to hold them down and do it to them, make them feel all they can feel—show them it's not a game."

 

I buckled the other cuff in place so that both her thighs were gripped by the black leather bands, midway between knee and groin. The cuffs were set with big silver D-rings.

 

"Give me your hands, baby. I'm not going to hurt you."

 

I clipped her wrists to the chains and then clipped the chains to the thigh cuffs. She could lie flat, but she couldn't use her arms. The chains gave her about 6 inches of travel before they jerked tight, forcing her to keep her hands at her sides and out of the way. I went back to the dresser and got the shin cuffs too. These were thinner than the thigh cuffs and buckled just below her knees. The had D-rings too. The shiny black leather looked so good against her skin.

 

She was all fixed up for play now, and I could do whatever I wanted with her—wrist and ankle cuffs, straps around her thighs and below her knees. All set to be trussed up and tied tight, held open and immobile for whatever I wanted to do. It was all up to me now, and I felt my cock ratchet up a few notches in hardness as I looked at her.

 

She groaned as I lifted her from the bed and made her stand up, but I wanted her to get a look at herself in the mirror. I wanted her to see what a hot little slut looks like when she's ready to be tied up and fucked within an inch of her life. She refused to look at first and automatically tried to raise her arms but the chains stopped her with a soft clink. I smiled and turned her chin to face the mirror.

 

"See, Natalie? Nice tits, hot little pussy, sweet mouth. What shall we play with first, huh? Any preferences?"

 

I let go of her chin and she jerked her head away. She was angry and embarrassed, and that amused me.

 

I took her arm and pulled her after me, then I sat on the bed. Natalie stood right in front of me, her hands at her sides.

 

"Well, you know what I think?" I asked. "I think you need to be fucked. I think the little bitch needs a good hard cock inside her to remind her who she is."

 

She looked at me angrily but I held my ground.

 

"Don't give that look, Natalie! I just saw you come like a two-dollar whore from having that cunt reamed out with a plastic dildo. Don’t pretend you're all high and mighty and above it all now. Do I have to show you what you are, baby? Is that it? Is that what you want?"

 

My hand went to her cunt and my fingers slid along her greasy furrow as Natalie whined and clamped her thighs together to try and protect herself. Again, she tried to use her hands but her wrists were clipped to the silver chain and useless, like a little slave girl, and all she could do was press her legs together and try to double over to avoid my probing fingers. I sat on the bed holding her arm and screwed my hand around so that my finger entered her and started a slow, rhythmic pumping of her tight pussy as Natalie growled and tried to twist away.

 

I laughed. "Let me show you what else I've got for you, Natalie. You're going to love it."

 

I went to my stuff and got a wooden rod about an inch thick, set with several screw-eyes. I picked up two more clips and came back to the bed, knelt down and clipped one end of the rod  to the ankle cuff on one leg, and another end to the cuff on the other ankle. The result was that the wooden rod held her knees apart about two feet, making her spread her legs in order to stand up.

 

"It's called a spreader bar," I said. "Nice, isn't it?"

 

I slid my hand down and over her pussy, which was now totally exposed and defenseless.

 

"It's especially handy when we're going to do a little pussy-whipping, slapping a crop against your clit till you come like a little banshee. You're not ready for that though, Natalie. Not yet. Meanwhile it keeps you nice and open, though, don't you think?"

 

She was standing by the bed, and now she couldn't resist me at all. With the spreader between her feet, any misstep and she'd fall over, so she didn't dare try and twist away. She had no choice but to stand there and let me fondle her pussy, rubbing my hand over her tight labia, tickling her lips, dipping inside to wiggle against her opening. The feel of that soft female flesh drove me wild, like I held her sex in my hand, mine to play with as I wished. I groaned as I squeezed her pussy.

 

"Oh no!" she moaned. "Stop it! Please!"

 

"Stop it?" I asked in mock surprise. "Why? Are you going to come, Natalie? Is my little slut going to come in my hand like a whore? Are you going to scream when you do? I hope not. We don't want any screaming. Maybe we should take care of that now."

 

In my pile of toys I had a brand new ball gag, still in the package. I unwrapped it now and brought it to her and strapped it around the back of her head, forcing the plastic ball between her teeth. She mmpphhed and groaned as I buckled it in place, but she must have known too that with the gag on she could scream to her heart's content and no one would hear her, because she let me buckle it on her like a horse's bit. Once it was in place I sat down on the bed again and resumed playing with her pussy like I owned it, like she was my own little toy.

 

She was sweet. She was wet. Her hot little cunt dripped honey onto my hand and I collected it on my fingertips and rubbed it in slow circles around her nipples, making them shine. Natalie threw her head back, moaning into the gag as I toyed with her cunt, fingering her, pushing my thumb into her, sliding my fingers against her turgid little clit. Again and again the chains pulled taut as she tried to move her hands, and her fingers opened wide then clenched into tight little fists as the wild sensations of being fondled like a little pet rocketed through her body. She was totally defenseless—hands shackled, knees apart, mouth gagged—and I studied her face as I slid my fingers along her pussy, pinching and teasing her.

 

Her eyes went wide when I got up and retrieved the rabbit vibe and brought it over. This is a wicked little contraption—a vibrator with a special feather-soft projection for clitoral stimulation and a bunch of hard plastic balls inside that are made to bounce and circulate from the powerful vibrations, thus imparting a strong jerking and twitching motion to the entire assembly. It's more than just a vibrator. It's the best there is—orgasms guaranteed.

 

"Come here," I said, taking her arm.

 

Poor Natalie couldn't say anything with the gag between her teeth, but her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly. She knew what I was going to do.

 

I held her and pulled her as she hobbled awkwardly after me, knees apart, then I turned her and leaned her against the wall so that her feet were out abut a foot, leaning back on her shoulders. I got down on my knees.

 

That hot little cunt was right in front of me. I couldn't resist. I brought my mouth to her and stuck out my tongue

 

She moaned—her moan rising to a shriek as my tongue found her clit and I tasted the heady musk of her female arousal. I licked her cunt, sliding my tongue along her labia, then sucked them into my mouth one by one. Her taste and the feel of her flesh in my mouth drove me wild, and I shoved my finger into her and began to finger fuck her as I found her clit and sucked it softly between my lips. I reached up and found her tit and caressed it, squeezed it, then found the hard little nipple and pinched it to season her pleasure with a little pain, and Natalie went mad, thrusting her hips at me, her thighs trembling. She was ready to come again. The hot little bitch was ready to come again, and I heard her scream behind the gag as my mouth and lips brought her closer and closer.

 

That pussy was too sweet. Having her under my control like this was too delicious. Using my thumbs, I opened her labia to expose the soft and tender flesh within, wet and glistening pink. I licked her, kisses her, send my tongue burrowing and worming up into her little hole as he moaned and gasped, powerless to stop me. I twisted my head to get my tongue on her button as my fingers pumped into her, her pussy squelching with juice.

 

I pulled my finger from her and quickly popped the rabbit vibe into my mouth to coat it with saliva and warm it, and then I stopped.

 

"Watch, Natalie. I'm going to fuck you with this now. Watch it go into you."

 

I spread her pussy apart with the two fingers of my left hand, taking just a moment to kiss that soft, exposed inner flesh, then I worked the big head of the bunny into that tight little tunnel—slowly, slowly—watching her stretch around the hard plastic. Thick viscous juice streamed from her open cunt as I worked the rabbit in deeper and deeper, Natalie trying to hold perfectly still. Farther and farther it went, sliding up into her cunt, until the little feathery attachment was touching her clit. And then I turned it on.

 

Natalie screamed. She bucked away from the wall in a sudden reflex so hard that  I had to push her back and hold her there as I fed that buzzing, rumbling vibrator into her. That sweet cunt was knotted around the shaft of the vibrator and I could feel it pulsing and buzzing inside of her and see the feather tickling her clit like a humming bird's wing. I pushed it into her and started to slow-fuck her with it but her hips were already pumping obscenely, totally beyond her ability to control. She turned her head to the side as if she couldn't bare to watch her own body's betrayal, the way her hips hunched up at me, begging for more of that thick artificial dick, but she couldn't deny the way she wanted it.

 

Natalie's head hung forward, her blonde hair falling in her face, her entire body shuddering as I worked the vibrator in and out of her, and there was no doubt that she was about to come again. I couldn't stand it. My cock was throbbing in my pants and if I didn’t get it into her soon I was going to blow right there, just from watching her, just from feeling that muscular little cunt pulling at the vibe.

 

I pulled the rabbit from her pussy and she stood there quivering, panting for breath. I quickly unsnapped the spreader bar and pulled her over to the bed and threw her down like a rag doll, then stripped off my clothes and climbed on after her. She was too weak to resist as I unclipped her wrists from the thigh cuffs and reattached them to the ones around her shins. With her wrists shackled just below her knees, she couldn't lie flat but fell over on her side. I turned her onto her back again and said, "Stay there!"

 

Having her wrists locked to her shins brought her knees up and she was too weak and too much on fire to close them. Her pussy was entirely exposed, her tits heaving up and down with her panting. I stood on the bed and pulled down my shorts and let my cock spring free at last, and Natalie looked at it and groaned. It's a big, thick, woman-fucker, and soon she was going to have a taste of it. She still had the ball gag between her teeth, but I could see in her eyes how much she wanted it. She wanted it so much it scared her.

 

"Okay, baby!" I snarled, falling down on top of her. "It's time!"

 

I was between her legs before she could close them, and there wasn't much chance of that with her hands clipped to her knees the way they were. She was open from clit to asshole and couldn't do a thing to keep me out, just lie there and groan as I took my big cock in my hand and slid the thick head up and down her greasy cleft. She was soft and she was hot and her labia oozed around my prick as I plowed that furrow, getting her ready.

 

I got the head in place and raised myself up on my arms and looked down at her, her face red, her little white teeth biting into that blue ball gag. She got me so fucking hot I thought I'd go out of my mind and just start spewing come all over her sopping pussy right then and there, but I managed to control myself and I started to push. I pushed that big cockhead into her tight cunt and groaned in pleasure. Her little cunt opened up and stretched around me like she was begging me, and then the walls of her channel were pressing tight against my bulbous head and I was in her, my cock sinking into her like a warm knife through butter.

 

"Oh fuck, baby!" I moaned. "Oh fuck! You hot little bitch!"

 

Natalie's hands twisted in her bonds. She lifted her head enough to look between her tits and watch as my angry red stalk stretched her lips apart. I could feel my arms trembling with the strain of holding my body up, the muscles in my shoulders standing out like tree roots. My back was swayed, my buttocks flexing as I shoved my prick into her and her juice squelched out around my dick like wine from a cask, spilling down her ass crack and wetting my balls. I pushed, I ground against her, I crammed it into her as she groaned and arched her back, trying to make room for me, and finally she had it all, every last inch. I moaned, putting my weight behind my cock and letting her feel it.

 

God she was good! Tight and hot and shaking like a leaf. She had a look of pain on her face but that cunt was squeezing me like a long-lost son, already begging me to spill my jizz inside her and give her what she wanted. I got my arms under her knees and pressed her legs up, tilting her pussy up to me so I could shove the last millimeter into her, and there I stopped.

 

"Hold still!" I gasped. I wanted to hear her moan. I wanted to hear her scream as she got fucked, so I reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag and threw it aside.

 

Natalie licked her dry lips and tested her jaws, but she wasn't saying anything. All her attention was on my thick piece inside her, stuffing her full and claiming her for my own. I could feel those tight muscles gripping me. already twitching with possessive little spasms of her own, Her pussy was already trying to milk the come from my prick, trying to suck it right into her greedy little snatch.

 

"Like it, baby?" I hissed down at her. "Tell me how you like that fat cock in your cunt! Is it going to make you come, Natalie? Is it going to make you come like a little whore on my big dick?"

 

I filled my hands with her tits and squeezed. Natalie groaned. She lifted her head and tried to look down at where my big shaft was impaling her, throbbing deep inside her tunnel, but all she could see were my strong fingers mauling her tits, twisting at her nipples and daring her to say something. She was still trussed like a runaway steer, her wrists clipped below her knees, and so her legs were up, her thighs forming a nice saddle for me, a place for me to ride as I fucked her, holding me nice and secure.

 

"Oh Fuck! You bitch! You hot little bitch!" I moaned.

 

The sight of that pretty face did it to me, those pure and virginal features twisted into a mask of raw fucklust. She loved having my cock in her. She loved everything I was doing to her, tying her and using her and making her come whether she wanted to or not. She was mine—my victim, my girl toy, my cunt—and I could use her as I wished. That made her free. That meant she could feel whatever she wanted to, and what she was going to feel was totally, absolutely fucked.

 

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Take it! Take that hot cock!" I grunted as I started to slam my tool into her. Natalie squealed. her hands twisted in her bonds, her toes curled against her feet as my thick, vein-spattered shaft rubbed over the sensitive lips of her pussy and plunged inside again and again. I was like a piston, like a locomotive or a steam hammer, punishing into her, stabbing her with my pole, reaching for her very heart. I wanted her to feel me in her throat.

 

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God, what are you doing to me?"

 

"Fucking you, Natalie! Fucking you like you should have been fucked years ago! Reaming you out so you'll stay fucked for days!"

 

Her head fell back on the bed. She bit her lip in ecstasy as my shaft thundered inside of her, nailing her to the bed with every stroke. I reached down and grabbed her ass, filled my hands with her firm flesh and pulled that hot sucking cunt up at me, fucking her so hard my pubic bone rammed against her clit and smashed her labia flat—fucked her so hard that her ass began to bounce off the bed like she was a rag doll. It was like dribbling a basketball, punching my cock into her and driving her down, then spearing into her again as she rose up to meet me. Her tits were bouncing, her legs shaking, her mouth hung open in astonishment as I just burned up her cunt, bruising her pussy with my relentless pummeling.

 

"Oh God!" she whispered hoarsely, her eyes sightless with astonishment. "Oh God, I'm coming! I'm going to come! Oh God you’re going to make me come! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!"

 

My face was a mask of fury. My fingers were dug into her ass so hard that I knew she'd have marks, and my big balls swung like steel pendulums into the wet crack of her ass. I fucked her. I fucked her hard, digging my toes into the bedspread for leverage, feeling the come thundering up from my toes, from the root of my scalp, burning like lightening along my spine. It was happening. I was gong to make it—going to come, going to splatter her insides with my filthy hot cream.

 

I grabbed her hair in both my hands and held her head down as I stuffed it into her, held her down and whispered in her face, "Come on, baby! Come on that big cock, you bitch! Give it to me Natalie! Give it all to me, everything you've fucking got!"

 

She face was crimson red, a mask of helpless lust. The cords in her neck stood out as she arched her back in reflex, as if coming on command. She shoved her pussy up at me and opened her legs wide, giving it to me, taking the thrust of my savage fucking on the raw meat of her hungry cunt. She was coming, coming. The little minx was going to lose it, spilling her pleasure all over my rock hard prick..

 

Seeing her start to climax drove me wild. I let go of her hair and worked my hand down between us, slid it down to her soaked and battered pussy and pressed my fingers against her dripping slit till I found the greasy little button of her clit. I could feel my own cock pumping into her as I took her clit between my fingers and began to jack her off like she was a little boy, squeezing her, jerking that little girl-dick, making her do it, making her come.

 

"Aggghhhh!!!!"

 

Natalie took one long breath and let it out in a scream that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I felt her cunt convulse around me, her body going wild as she came and came hard—hips lifting, shuddering, jerking. I let go of her clit and raised myself up on my hands so I could see her and watch her gorgeous face as I felt that first wad of come boil up out of my loins and thunder down my urethra in a paroxysm of  primal bliss, then explode from my cock in long, thick ropes of molten hot semen. Obliterating pleasure gripped me, and I snarled like an animal and pumped into her again, stabbing her with my cock, and again another load of cream shot into her.

 

Half out of my mind I pulled my spurting cock from her pussy and gripped it tight. I crawled up the bed and leaned over her, aimed it at her face and let go, throwing my head back and moaning as I spewed my hot seed all over her lips and mouth, her cheeks and hair. Her face was locked in a rictus of her own orgasm and all she could do was take that white load on her lips and eyelids, her cheeks and her hair as I painted her face with my hot ejaculate.

 

"Oh fuck!" I moaned. "Oh God damn!"

 

I finished spurting and shuddered in one final orgasmic spasm, and watched as her tongue came out to tentatively taste the fruits of her labor. She was draped in semen, come on her lips and face, spots on her tits, a big gob sliding down her cheek as I watched.

 

I lay down and took her in my arms and crushed her to me. I kissed that cummy mouth, ran my fingers through her semen-streaked hair. There's no way a girl can make you come like that and you not feel something for her, so I held her till our breathing slowed and we returned at least partway to earth.

 

"Come on, baby," I said as I unbuckled her cuffs. "It's late and I have to get you cleaned up and get you home. You think about what we did here today, and if you want more, you've got my number. You just let me know, because all this is just the beginning—sex 101. You've got the whole course in front of you now..."

My Own Private Cheerleader, Chapter 3

 

 

I'd really thought my session with Natalie was a one-shot deal. She was young after all—still in high school, although perfectly legal (believe me, I checked)—and I figured one session with me would have been plenty to satisfy her curiosity about BDSM and send her back to her books and boyfriends and a more conventional sex life. A lot of women are curious about the more passionate and extreme aspects of sex, but when you're her age, the kind of things I'm into can be a bit much. In my experience, women don't discover their true sexual nature until their forties or so, after their child-bearing years. Up to then, vanilla is fine with them, and I figured Natalie was the same way too. It would take her a week or two to process what we'd done together and then she'd put it behind her and get on with her life.

 

So I was rather surprised when I got a call the following Wednesday night and saw her name on my caller ID.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Hi. David?" she asked softly. "It's me, Natalie." Her voice was low and breathy, as if she was speaking low so no one would overhear.

 

"Natalie!" I was genuinely happy to hear from her. "How are you? Everything okay?"

 

"Yes," she said nervously. "I guess so. I hope I'm not bothering you?"

 

"No, honey. I wouldn't have given you my number if I didn't want you to call. But what's wrong? Why are you whispering?"

 

"My folks are downstairs. I don't want them to hear."

 

I waited for her to go on, but she seemed to be having trouble gathering her thoughts. "What is it, Natalie?"

 

"I don’t know," she said. "Those things you did to me, the way I acted. It was terrible I know, but I can't stop thinking about it. I can't see you again."

 

"Oh?" I asked. I didn't recall making any plans to meet again.

 

"No. That's why I'm calling. Just to say goodbye. To tell you that it's over. I'm not that kind of girl and I don't do things like that. I have my own life to live and I want to get back to it."

 

"All right," I said cautiously. "I understand."

 

I waited for her to hang up or do something final, but she didn't. I heard her breathing on her end of the phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something

 

"Natalie?" I asked.

 

"What?"

 

"Aren't you going to hang up?"

 

Pause— "Do you want me to?"

 

"No," I said. "No, I don't."

 

I could feel her uncertainty on the line. I could feel her waiting for me. In that moment, I felt a surge of power a dominant feels when confronted with a sub's uncertainty.

 

"Natalie?" I said. "I'll tell you what I want. I want you to come over here. Tonight. I want to see you again and I want you to come to my place. I'm alone, Natalie, and you know where I live. Okay?"

 

"No," she said urgently, and I could almost hear her fingers tightening on the phone. "I told you, I can't. It's over between us."

 

"Listen to me Natalie. Are you listening? You're going to come over here tonight. You're going to tell your parents whatever you have to tell them to get yourself out of the house, and you're going to come over here so I can se you. You're going to do it because I know you, Natalie. I know you better than you know yourself, and I know what you need and what you want, even if you don't. Do you understand?"

 

She didn't say anything for a long time. I could hear her breathing into the phone, close and ragged. She must have had her hand cupped over the mouthpiece. A TV was playing in the background.

 

"If I come over, what are you going to do to me?"

 

I smiled, but kept my voice low and level. "Well that's up to me, isn't it?"

 

"Please," she said. "I want to know. Tell me."

 

I put the speaker closer to my mouth. I closed my eyes and pictured her as she'd been the last time we were together, naked and tied in a chair with her legs spread open. I spoke to that image. "I'm going to make you come, Natalie. I'm going to tie you up and do things to you and make you my dirty little girl. I'm going to play with that hot pussy till you're dripping in my hand. I'm going to put my fingers in you and use vibrators and do all sorts of things to you you can't even imagine. I'm going to use you, baby, and take out all my lust on you. I want you, Natalie, and I want you now, and you need me as much as I need you."

 

"No. God, I can't. I can't."

 

"An hour," I said. "An hour and a half at most. Understood? "

 

Silence from her end and heavy breathing.

 

"Goodbye, Natalie. I'll be waiting."

 

*****

 

An hour and a half later I watched from my window as Natalie got out of her car across the street and locked the door. I live in a kind of seedy neighborhood in a loft above a printer—a big place with high ceilings and wooden floors and exposed beams, old and solidly built. One of the good things about this neighborhood is that it's absolutely dead at night. The printer's closed and there's no one around.

 

Natalie was wearing a jacket over a green tee shirt and a very short denim skirt, well above her knees. I couldn't imagine what she told her parents in order to get out of the house dressed like that, but then, maybe she'd changed in the car. She looked very nervous crossing the street, though I could see down the street as the lights changed and there wasn't a car in sight. The neighborhood looks bad, but as I said, there's no one around at night at all. I have the entire block to myself.

 

I opened the door for her and she walked in looking breathless and a little apprehensive. I knew she'd have some excuses ready for why she'd come—something about saying goodbye, or this being the absolutely last time she could see me, or some nonsense like that—and I didn't want to hear it, so I immediately silenced her by putting a finger over her lips as soon as she walked in the door.

 

"Don't say anything, okay? I don't have to hear why you came, or what excuses you have. You're here now, and that's what matters. We can talk later if you like, but for now, let me just show you my place."

 

The living room is huge, and holds my sectional and the TV and stereo, a fish tank. Behind it is a dining area, and then a hallway leading into the back. There are two bedrooms on the right—one where I sleep, the other my office, and then the kitchen in a big open space. There's a big bathroom back there, and across from the kitchen is my special room—play room or dungeon or workshop, call it what you will. I'd spent the time since her call straightening up this room, since I knew this was the one that would make the impression on her. I hadn't used it in a couple of years, and it had needed some tidying up.

 

There was a crude bed with shackles attached, a heavy straight-backed chair with straps, bolted to the floor, a whipping stand. There was a leather sling chair hanging from the rafters by chromed chains, and there were other chains that ended in manacles and hooks for other types of suspension. Hanging from the exposed beams were my block and tackles and hoists and elaborate pulley systems. I'd never used all the equipment myself, but still, I liked messing with the gear. It was a fascinating and sinister place.

 

There was a metal cabinet that held the whips and clamps and vibrators; cuffs, and lubes and other paraphernalia, and I'd left it open so she could see all the chromed steel and black leather inside. I watched her eyes as she looked around. I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking that this wasn't her—she wasn't into this kind of thing. A little bondage, a little manipulation—maybe a little spanking—but not this kind of thing.

 

I took a pair of black leather cuffs from the cabinet and brought them to her.

 

"Give me your hand," I said.

 

"No, wait…" She drew back. "No, I didn't come here for this."

 

"Of course not," I said. "You came to talk. But before I can talk, I have to have the cuffs on you, Natalie. It's kind of a house rule."

 

It was a ridiculous thing to say, but I just needed some excuse to make her raise her hand. Her eyes were already wide, fixed on the cuff in my hand, on the black leather and chromed steel, the promise of helplessness. She held up one wrist for me and watched transfixed as I the cuff on, slipped the tongue through the buckle and cinched it snug. She looked at her cuffed wrist as if it belonged to someone else.

 

I did the other wrist then escorted her towards the door. I turned off the lights in the room and didn't miss the look of disappointment in her eyes. If I'd gone ahead and chained her up in that room, she would have been ready. Better to leave her wanting, though. I took her arm.

 

"We can talk in the living room," I said. "We can't stay here. This is a special place and you have to be worthy to be in here. It's not for everyone."

 

I led her back into the living room and had her sit on the sofa. I sat down next to her. That green tee shirt she was wearing was tight across her breasts, and her tits were rising and falling as she breathed. That little denim skirt didn't cover her knees at all. She picked a hell of a way to dress to come and say goodbye.

 

"Now what was it you wanted to say to me?" I asked.

 

She couldn't seem to get comfortable with her hands. Every time she put them down, she could feel the cuffs on her wrists. When she lifted them the steel rings clinked softly.

 

"I wanted to say that I can't see you anymore. That this has to be the end. I guess it's goodbye." Her speech sounded rehearsed, automatic. She kept on playing with the cuffs.

 

"Fine," I said. "If that's the way you want it. Put your feet on the table, Natalie, and spread your legs."

 

"What?" She stared at me.

 

"Do as I say."

 

Maybe she was shocked at my boldness, but she did it. I had a big glass coffee table right in front of the leather sofa, and she put her feet on the edge, though she kept her knees together. Her skirt was scandalously short, stretched tight across her thighs.

 

"You heard what I said, right? That I can't do this anymore?"

 

"Yes. And you heard what I said, didn't you? I wanted you to spread your legs."

 

She looked at me in disbelief and I said, "Don't make me cuff your wrists together, Natalie, because you know damned well that I will."

 

She carefully lifted her butt from the sofa so that she could pull up her skirt, and parted her knees about a foot. She looked as though she couldn't believe what she was doing. Her legs were bare and freshly shaved from the looks of them.

 

"There's one rule so far, Natalie," I said. "And that's that you don't touch me without my permission. Do you understand? There will be other rules as we go along, but that's all you have to know for now."

 

"But I told you. I'm not doing this anymore."

 

I didn't reply. Instead I turned to her and put my hand down her skirt, on the inside of her naked thigh, just grazing her baby-soft skin with my finger tips. Natalie gasped and clamped her legs together protectively and so I stopped. I simply stared at her until she relented and parted her legs again. She seemed utterly confused, bewildered as to why she was letting me do this to her.

 

"Hands at your sides, Natalie. And keep your legs open.. I don’t like it when you disobey me."

 

I began to stroke her leg, barely touching her and passing my fingertips over her warm, soft skin as if I were playing a harp, with hypnotic regularity. So lightly did I touch her that at times I didn't make contact at all. Still I could feel the warmth from her skin on my fingertips, as if I could feel her aura.

 

"Natalie, you came to me tonight because you wanted something. Now maybe you want to say goodbye and never see me again, but I don't quite believe that. I think you came because you know that I need you—that we need each other. You have something I want, and I have something you need. Is that about right? Scoot lower on the sofa, darling."

 

She was sitting there with her hands by her sides and her knees up and apart and my hand caressing the inside of her thigh, and now she slid her bottom forward in the seat, sinking lower so that she was almost reclining. Her eyes still looked confused, almost wild, and yet she made no attempt to close her legs or remove my hand.

 

"No," she said. "No. I have to leave."

 

"Of course you do. Of course." Every time my fingers caressed the high inside of her leg I was aware of the warm humidity of her sex, just centimeters away, a veritable delta of Venus. I was so close that I could tell without even touching her what kind of panties she was wearing—something nylon or synthetic, very slick and very snug. It was as if I could feel a static charge coming from the center f her womanhood. Her smooth skin twitched under my fingertips. "Just let me see if I'm right about something, and then you can go, okay? Just let me see one thing."

 

I let my fingers brush against the soft bulge between her legs where her pussy was compressed by the sheer fabric of her panties. I'd been right. It was some synthetic, exquisitely sheer and very snug. I could feel not only the tight slit of her sex, but the moisture already seeping from her as well. Natalie gasped and closed her legs sharply, almost trapping my hand.

 

I leaned over her and put my arm around her shoulders. I stared into her eyes. "I warned you about that, Natalie. Now open them!"

 

"I have to go," she stammered nervously.

 

"Open your fucking legs, Natalie!"

 

Slowly she let her thighs fall open, and immediately my fingers were tracing the crease between her puffy labia. I was on her right, my left arm around her shoulders. "Raise your left hand," I said, and when she did, I grabbed her wrist in my left hand. She was helpless now, her right arm trapped behind my body, her left hand held in mine. That left me with my right hand free to explore under her short, tight skirt and I grabbed hold of that sweet puff of female flesh and squeezed.

 

"This is mine, Natalie," I said, digging my fingers into that soft mound of yielding, womanly flesh. "You understand? This may be your pussy, but I know how to use it. I know how to make you feel things, Natalie, and this belongs to me."

 

She arched against me, trying to get away, but I slid my finger under the tight crotch of her panties and lifted it away from her naked flesh. Her pussy was soft and damp, already flowering open to my touch, wet and sticky, ready for sex. I slid my fingers down that sweet crease and felt her labia cling to me. She was shaved and hairless as a baby and twice as soft. I slid my finger down till I found her hole and gently probed inside with the first knuckle of my middle finger and Natalie closed her eyes as if in denial. She pretended she couldn't feel what I was doing, but I could tell that she was totally concentrated on the feel of my finger in her little quim.

 

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Stop! Please!" She slammed her legs shut again, trapping my hand.

 

I reached up and found the hood of skin over her clit, wet and slightly firmer that the rest of her flesh, and I pinched it between my fingers. Her eyes flew open in shock and pain and she grabbed reflexively at my wrist.

 

"I know it's hard, darling," I said sweetly, slowly relaxing my grip. "But don't do that or I'll have to hurt you again, understand? Now keep them open, Natalie. I want to touch that pussy, and I don’t ant you interfering."

 

I squeezed her wrist in my hand hard enough to compress the leather and scare her a little and show her that I could damned well open her legs myself if that's how she wanted to play. I'm a big guy and very strong and I wanted her to know right away that there was no sense in trying to fight.

 

Natalie bit her lip and I saw tears of pain gathered in the corners of her eye. It took courage to open her legs again, but she let them fall open again and turned her face from me as if in shame. I slid my finger up into that tight wet channel and Natalie groaned. Despite herself, her hips pushed forward to meet me. I could see her pulse beating wildly in her throat.

 

"That's better," I said as I began to slowly fuck her with my finger. "Isn't that better? It's easier this way, isn't it, sugar?"

 

She didn't answer, but I could see her breasts rising and falling as she started breathing fast and deep. The liquid was spilling from her pussy now, and every time my finger came out of her it was coated with the shiny signs of her involuntary arousal. Natalie kept her head to the side so I couldn't see her face, but I didn't need to see it to know what she was feeling. Her hips were starting  to quiver against my plunging finger. She wanted me deeper.

 

"Open your legs wider, Natalie," I said. "Give me that hot pussy."

 

She moaned in shame but did as I said, and I yanked her short skirt up higher so she could spread her knees. She looked so obscene like that, her skirt up around her hips, her tight little panties pushed to the side so my big finger could pump into her oozing pink hole. I started rubbing my thumb over her greasy little clit and Natalie started to moan. Her hips began to pump at me against her will. I knew she loved it and hated it at the same time, and that's just where I wanted her. You play a girl like Natalie like a violin—her pleasure's the strings, her shame is the bow. Play them right and they make the most beautiful music.

 

"Oh no," she said as I fingered her. "Oh, please no!"

 

"Hush, baby," I said. "Just try to relax. You're going to come, Natalie. Not yet, but you're going to come before we're done. I want you to spill it in my hand, baby, all that good come. So just try and relax and let it happen."

 

"Oh no! No!" she shook her head in denial, but the hot juice was running down my finger and her little pussy was clinging to me and shuddering like a virgin's kiss.

 

I pulled my hand from her pussy long enough to lift her tee-shirt above her breasts, then I started sucking and licking her tits through her bra as my hand went back to fingering her cunt. Her head fell back in a gesture of total surrender and I felt the fight go out of her. She would let me do what I wanted to her now. She was no longer struggling or trying to get away, and the secret submissive that lived inside of her was now in charge. I'd summoned her forth like a genii from a lamp and Natalie just basked in the pleasure of having her body used and mauled by someone who knew how to use it.

 

I let my passion go then and started fucking her deep, hooking my finger inside of her and sliding it along her smooth, slick channel. I caught her nipple in my  teeth and bit down and she groaned. But then I bit the flesh of her breast and she gasped.

 

"Please! No marks! My boyfriend…"

 

I'd forgotten about her boyfriend, so I eased up and got myself under control. I got the cups of her bra down and contented myself with sucking on her nipples as my finger squelched in and out of her juicy little hole and Natalie moaned in helpless arousal.

 

"Ah God! No!" she gasped. "You're going to make me come! Please… No!"

 

It was too sweet having control of her like this, her hot little body mine to torment as I wished. I grabbed hold of the crotch of her panties and pulled, then pulled again till they ripped and Natalie squealed in alarm.

 

"Stop! What are you doing? What…?"

 

"Hush!" I ordered, and ripped away the rest of the frail garment, leaving just the band of elastic around her waist, the crotch piece shredded and soaked from her juices, I began to finger her fast now and Natalie sunk down on the sofa spreading her legs wide, unable to hold herself back, loving the way I ravished her pussy.

 

And then I stopped.

 

Natalie lay there, panting for breath, her legs open, her pussy and thighs glistening with her own moisture. She looked at me in surprise as I got up and went and got some rope.

 

She said nothing as I tied the rope around her thighs, passing it around three times so it wouldn't slip, then passed it through the ring in her cuff. I did the same on the other side, so now I wouldn't have to hold her anymore. I stood up right in front of her and opened my pants, pulled down my shorts and let my cock spring free, hard as a rock and almost purple with suffused blood. Her eyes went wide with alarm.

 

"No. I'm not going to fuck you yet," I said. "First I want you to come. I want you to come in my mouth like a little whore. I want to taste that hot juice, Natalie. I want to taste everything you've got, and then, if you’re good, maybe I'll fuck you."

 

"Oh no," she said. "No, don't!"

 

I knew how she felt about being eaten. She loved it, but the idea of coming in my mouth embarrassed her deeply, as if it was something shameful. But I didn't care. I got down on my knees between her legs and pushed her knees apart.

 

Her little pussy was right in front of me, as pink and sweet as an orchid. I pushed my finger into her again and twisted it around, touching her everywhere, and she groaned and closed her eyes. She doesn't like it when I stare at her pussy, but I didn’t care about that either. I fingered her and then pushed another finger in along with the first and she groaned again, then I lowered my head and touched my tongue to her clit.

 

"Oh God!" Natalie screamed. I saw her hands pull tight against her bonds but the knots were good and she wasn't going anywhere. She was helpless, her legs spread, my finger in her cunt and my mouth on her clit, sucking, licking, teasing her with my tongue. I fingered her and sucked her and with my other hand I started beating off, slowly jacking my cock till the lube dripped from the tip in anticipation of skewering this little jewel and fucking the holy hell out of her.

 

Natalie slid down the sofa till she was almost flat on her back. Her legs were spread wide and her toes dug into the carpet, her thighs trembling as I fucked that little pussy and sucked her sweet flesh into my mouth, fluttering my tongue against her clit.

 

She fought me. She twisted and writhed, closed her legs on my head as if she could stop me, but nothing could stop the wild sensations that rocketed through her body/ her body tensed, her muscles going so rigid that her tits quivered on her chest, her nipples hard as little rubies and pointing straight up at the ceiling. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and spread her wide open, stretched her labia so I could lick the juicy flesh within, and as I did I vibrated my finger against the hot little nub of her clit, and that was all it took.

 

She screamed again, the scream choking off in her throat as every muscle in her body went tight and trembling. Her back arched in a convulsive spasm, pushing her cunt into my face, and then with a deep, wracking sob, she came. She came,. showering my face with a gush of hot, female oils, helpless to control the devastating effect I was having on her body. Her tummy trembled as inside her pussy clenched tight in orgasmic spasms, squeezing out more of her delicious fluids that drenched my face and wet my cheeks.

 

I shoved my fingers back into her so I could feel those delicious female contractions of a deep, full body orgasm, and I studied her face screwed up into a mask of obscene bliss.

 

She gave me everything she had, everything she'd been storing up and trying to keep for herself. All of it came out in a great, shuddering orgasm until she at last collapsed weakly on the sofa, gasping for breath, her thighs twitching feebly in a series on trembling aftershocks.

 

I stood up then so that she could see my cock, standing up proud as a wild stallion straining to break free. My balls hung below it, heavy with come.

 

"And now its my turn," I said.

 

She didn't fight me. She didn't object. She was too weak to fight as I bent over her and knelt on the edge of the sofa, then slid my cock into her still-quivering pussy. The fit was exquisite, the walls of her channels still slick with her lubricious oils, an Natalie was too overcome with nervous overload to move. She jus lie there with her legs apart, her wrists tied uselessly to her thighs as my thick, turgid cock bored into her. She groaned softly at first, but I knew it was more our of helpless shame than from any pain.

 

She was already mine. I'm no fool, and I know that a sub isn't made in a day or in a single act of sex, but I knew what she was feeling now—the helplessness and vulnerability of being used as a vessel for a man's lust, the wild, intoxicating thrill of feeling him lose control as he fucks you, the delirious sense of freedom she felt as she realized there was nothing she could do to stop me—all would come back to haunt her just as they were haunting her now, already lifting her up that next orgasmic hill—the big one, the one that would make her come on my plunging cock, a total slave to my desires.

 

I fucked her hard, showing her no mercy, overcome with the need to pour my seed into that hot little pussy, and Natalie, with her wrists bound to her knees, could do nothing but raise her knees to make a female saddle as I rode her hard. I grabbed her ass and pulled her up against me as I fucked her with bestial fury, my hips pumping into her with the obscene mindlessness of a dog fucking a bitch in the alley, fucking her so hard her tits swam on her chest. Her constant moaning was punctuated with submissive, animal-like grunts every time my loins slapped against her.

 

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh God! Oh God!"

 

I reached between us and slipped my fingers down till I felt her wet slit and the turgid little bud of her clit, the key to Natalie's sexual soul. I knew her by now, and I knew all I had to do was press on it as I fucked her, pushing it like a little doorbell, and Natalie went wild. She arched her back as best she could, tied as she was, and her hips began a savage and spastic pumping in a desperate attempt to make me come, and it was more than I could stand

 

"Coming in you," I gasped as I felt the spasms start. "Coming in you Natalie! Take it, bitch! Take it all!"

 

I grabbed her tits and squeezed hard as I covered her mouth with mine and plunged my tongue into her throat as if I could taste the come I was shooting into her below—hot, thick, and rich, each ejaculation feeling like it was taking a piece of my soul with it. I groaned into her mouth, grabbed her ass and pulled her to me and filled her with my semen as if she was a goblet to be filled with wine. In my excitement I slid my finger into her tight little asshole so I could feel my shaft inside her, pumping out its load of hot cream. I could actually feel the bolts of gism traveling along my urethra as they exploded from the tip deep inside her, and Natalie wiggled her as back at me with mindless urgency, as her own orgasm took her, howling out her pleasure into my mouth as that little pussy sucked and milked at me in her savage need to be filled and conquered.

 

Slowly it eased. Slowly the spasms of almost unendurable ecstasy lessened and I felt the rest of my come stream into her, growling with deep relief and satisfaction. I rested my face against her neck and felt her pulse beating wildly in her throat as she whimpered and moaned in the fading throes of her come, her thighs trembling on either side of me. Slowly we came to our senses and came down to earth.

 

Natalie lay there spent, her legs spread, my come seeping from her battered pussy, her clothes a mess.

 

I stood up and wiped the sweat from my face and looked at her. With a few deft tugs on the knots I freed her wrists from her thighs and she collapsed on the sofa, too spent to move. I sat down naked on the couch next to her and pulled her up so that I could put my arm around her. The cuffs were still buckled to her wrists. I held her tight, and Natalie put her head against my chest and started to cry.

 

"My God, what's wrong with me?" she sobbed, her tears wetting my chest. "Why do I love these horrible things you do to me? Am I that sick? Am I crazy?"

 

"No," I said, holding her tight. "You're not sick and you're not crazy and you're not a slut or a whore or anything like that. What you are is an intensely sexual female who feels things more deeply than most. You have the makings of being a sexual submissive, an unfortunate word because it makes you sound like something inferior and inferiority has nothing to do with it. Your submission is a kind of sexual power. It excites you to get me so excited I have to do these things to you, and that's how you feel your power."

 

I knew she wouldn't understand what I was telling her, not yet, but I still had to try, and I had to let her know that she was safe with me and that there was nothing wrong with her. A woman's first experience of submission can be devastating to her self image unless she understands it for the demonstration of strength and power that it is. A submissive is a powerful woman. Her power is in her ability to give. It's a rare and precious gift.

 

"Didn't you tell me you get no pleasure from masturbation?" I asked.

 

She'd stopped crying but her head was still against my chest and I was stroking her hair. The cuffs were still on her wrists.

 

"Yes," she said. "I mean, it feels kind of nice, but it's not like…like…"

 

"Like when I touch you, right?" I finished for her. "That's your submissive nature. You have to give to feel that kind of pleasure. You have to have someone take it from you. That's why you came to me, Natalie. Your pleasure is tied up with your need to give, to be used. You need a man who can take it from you."

 

She said nothing and again I had to smile. She didn't understand, but that was all right.

 

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," I said. "I'm going to teach you. I'm going to train you. We've just barely scratched the surface of what you can feel, darling. I'm going to take you further. I'm going to show you things you can't imagine. How does that sound?"

 

"Oh God, I don't know," she said. "I feel so ashamed now, so confused. I don't know what I want."

 

"Okay. Then you just go home and think about it. Calm down and think about it just like you though about our last time together, and when you make up your mind, you let me know. But for now, let's get you cleaned up. I know you have to be home soon, and I don't want you walking into your house all full of my come."

 

I stood up and pulled her to her feet and led her towards the shower. I'd get her cleaned up, take her in my arms and kiss her goodnight, then let her go back to her own home and her own bed where I knew what would happen. She'd lie awake, staring at the ceiling, remembering what we'd done here tonight. She'd get up in the morning and go about her business, but all day long she'd be feeling my hands on her. She'd come home go to bed again and lie there remembering the feel of the cuffs on her wrists, her helplessness, the way I touched her and took control of her body and made her come and come, taking her out of herself, taking her to a place she'd never imagined existed.

 

She'd think of all that and she'd be back. Two days, three days—maybe four—but she'd be back.

Natalie's first real training session is on a rainy spring evening when the crabapples werea all in bloom. I pick her up at the mall and she's carrying a back-pack with a change of clothes as I'd told her. She glances around to make sure none of her school-mates are around, then jumps into the car, and before she can say a word, I raise my finger to my lips in warning. Shhh. No words. She looks at me and makes a little expression of exasperation. She's very young and often finds these rules silly and bothersome, and so do I. But sometimes you have to set the mood right from the start.

 

She's wearing a light jacket and before I pull away from the curb, I reach over and open it. She's wearing a tee-shirt and it's tight and she's not wearing a bra—her nipples are just visible where the fabric stretched over them. I look up at her and she seems to like what she sees in my eyes, and her own eyes seem to offer a little challenge. She loves to drive me crazy and I love to let her do it.

 

I drive to my place and as we go I reach down and casually pull her legs apart, as if I were doing no more than adjusting the seat,arranging her how I want her. She's wearing jeans, and my hand goes to her crotch and I begin to idly rub her as I drive, enjoying the rough feel of the denim and the yielding softness within. Her game is to act unconcerned, as if she's just looking out the window, mildly interested in the lights of the strip malls and fast food places we pass, their lights shining on the rain-specked windows, but I can feel the heat between her legs and see the way her nails dig into the leather seat as I play with her

 

She knows the basic rules by now— (1) when I give her the hush signal she's not to speak unless spoken to; (2) she's not to touch me unless I tell her to (a rule I let her slide on a lot); (3) she's not to cum without my permission; and (4) she has to let me do to her whatever I want unless I cross that one final line—the line beyond which she'll use her safe word and we'll stop immediately. But that will put an end to our session and is only to be used in the most extreme emergencies, a situation I don't expect we'll ever experience. Meanwhile she has to sit in the car with the rain spattering on the window and her legs apart as I slowly massage her pussy and drive.

 

"Open your pants," I say.

 

"David—" she begins, a clear violation of rules 1 and 4, but all it takes is a look from me to make her remember, and with a quick, nervous look out the window, she lifts her butt and opens her jeans and pulls the zipper down.

 

That's better. Now I can slide my hand down over her smooth tummy and the tight slickness of her panties and feel that hot little bulge between her legs. It's drizzling out and the windows are spotted and so it's not easy for other drivers to see in, but I suppose a truck driver looking down could see what I was doing and she knows it. She doesn't say anything but I think it excites her to know that someone might see me with my hands down her panties, my fingers working against her pussy. Her breathing increases and she keeps her face turned to the window so I won't see her face. When I press her over her clit she instinctively tries to close her legs but I give her a little slap on the inside of her legs and she opens them again.

 

We must make a weird sight—a middle aged man with his hand down the pants of a teen-sged girl as we cruise down the suburban drag

 

We finally reach the city and I pull up in the alley behind my place and turn to her. "Good girl," I say. "You're doing fine."

 

I lean over and kiss her, sliding my arm around her shoulders and my other hand goes up under her tee-shirt. The windshield wipers are still slapping but I'm lost in that kiss. She's got the sweetest little mouth, and when she gets excited like this there's this way she kisses that just drives me nuts, as if she's opening her mouth to me for anything I want to do, and I hold her hair back with my right hand and kiss her deep as I play with her tits, tracing circles around her nipples till she starts to squirm, then I slide my hand down inside her panties this time and push my finger just inside, just the first knuckle.

 

Natalie moans into my mouth and that just makes me crazier. Her breath is hot and sweet and I can even taste the gum she was chewing earlier—a faint hint of mint and girlish freshness. I start fingering her as my thumb finds her clit and I feel her nails dig into the back of my neck. I push her tee-shirt up over her tits and she tries to push it back down but I slap the back of her hand like she's a naughty little girl. Rule number 4 again. She moves her hand and lets me expose her breasts.

 

She's pressed back against the door now with her legs spread and my left hand down her panties, my finger sliding in little circles around her opening. My right hand is holding her right wrist, and my head is down and I'm sucking and licking her nipples. She smells like honey and some baby-fruit body wash and musk. Anyone could walk by and see us—anyone out walking in the drizzle, that is—and that makes her nervous. Her nervousness makes her even more excited, being sucked and fingered in a parked car in an alley.

 

"Oh David," she gasps. The inside of the car is getting steamy now. "You're going to make me cum!"

 

"Permission denied," I say, but I don't stop. I keep on playing with her till her hips start to move and she squirms in the seat and then I stop and take my hand from her panties.

 

"That's enough, baby," I say. "Time to get upstairs."

 

She looks at me with something that's not quite hatred. Let's call it frustration and serious disappointment, and she shifts around to zip up her jeans.

 

"No. Leave them open."

 

I live in a rear coach house in town, and I can park right behind it. It's just a few steps to the stairs going up to my place, and I like the thought of Natalie taking those steps with her pants open. She pulls down her tee-shirt and holds her jacket closed as we get out of the car and in a minute we're up the stairs an I'm fitting the key into the lock.

 

A partially undressed Natalie in my house and a spring rain outside. It doesn't get much better than this. I close the door and take her in my arms and kiss her, my hands sliding down to hold the firm globes of her ass through the tight denim. The no-touch rule goes by the boards and Natalie slides her fingers into my hair to kiss me back and presses her tits against me, rubbing them back and forth so I'll feel them through her tee-shirt. She presses her mound against my growing erection as I hold her ass and rub her against me.

 

She wants more. She wants to get fucked right now and have her come and I'm sorely tempted, but someone has to be in control here and I grab her shoulders and turn her around and take her jacket off. I've been expecting her and I have rope and some leather straps hanging right by the front door. I quickly tie her wrists behind her back and then pass a black leather belt beneath her elbows and cinch tight, pulling her elbows together behind her. That makes her arms useless and her tits strain even more against the tight tee-shirt.

 

She looks fucking great. She looks so good that I have to press her body up against the door and lean against her and kiss her, holding her hair in my hands and licking her face and biting her lips like I could eat her alive. She yelps as I push too hard against her bound arms so I let up, but my prick is hard now and presses through my pants against her bare tummy as if it could break thorough and fuck her just like that. I don’t know why the sight of a bound woman does such things to me, but Natalie drives me crazy when she's tied up. I just want to fuck her to death.

 

I don't though. Instead I get down on my knees and take off her shoes and socks and yanks her jeans down her thighs. Her panties start to come down with them but I don't want that, so I slide them back up into place. I pull her jeans off and fold them fairly neatly (for me) and drape them over a chair. All she has on now is her tee-shirt and panties and the rope and belt holding her wrists tied behind her. I break my kiss and look at her face, and she can see in my eyes that I have something special for her today.

 

"Your training starts today," I say. "The real deal."

 

All along she's been asking me about this training business, worrying about it, curious, wanting to know what was involved. "What do you mean by 'training'? Like sitting up and begging and rolling over?" she'd asked.

 

I'd laughed and was about to say "No," but then it struck me she wasn't that far off, so I just told her, "Don't worry about it. It's just a term we use."

 

I lead her over to the locked door and the stands there with her arms out helplessly behind her. I fit the key to the lock and open the door.

 

"Your training is this," I say. "I'm going to train you how to please me. How to be everything I want in a woman, in a sex partner, in a lover, so that I'll never want anyone else. You're going to learn how I like things done. How I like my cock sucked. How I like to fuck you and how I like to be fucked. You're going to be trained to be everything I want you to be, Natalie, and everything you want to be as well."

 

I turned on the light—the dim, overhead light—and Natalie looked around the room for the first time.

 

I can see she doesn't know what to make of the place—the bed in the corner, the two-by-fours nailed to the walls, the sawhorse and bondage chair and pipe rack, the chains and pulleys hanging from the ceiling, the cabinets holding the equipment.

 

"This is the training room," I say. "Welcome."

 

Her arms are still strapped behind her, and I pull her to me and kiss her, losing myself in that kiss, tasting the inside of her mouth, feeling those tee-shirt-covered tits pressing into my chest. My hand travels down to her panties and slides between her legs and she gives a little moan as I begin to rub her, feeling her soft flesh slide behind the slick material. She doesn't know what all this stuff is for so it doesn't mean anything to her yet, but it will. After a while she'll be so that the sight of a piece of rope will make her wet and her nipples get hard.

 

"On your knees," I say, and I start to help her down.

 

"What?"

 

"Just do it."

 

She gets down on her knees, her arms held out behind her. I go to the cabinet and take out a leather crop, brand new, bought just for Natalie— her crop. She doesn't like the looks of that, I can see, but that's alright. She's about to learn that the crop is an instrument of pleasure as well as discipline. Her first lesson.

 

I walk over to her and then stroll around her, inspecting her as if she's a car or motorcycle I'm thinking of buying. She keeps her head down as she's supposed to, and when I reach out and run the crop over her cheek she doesn't flinch. I let the soft leather tip caress her cheek, then slide down and lift the hair from her neck and let it fall back gently against her skin. My movements are soft and gentle, belying the menace that the leather whip represents. I run the tip of the crop down her spine and give each ass cheek a little spank just to remind her what the crop is used for, in case she should forget.

 

I reach down and grab her tee-shirt and lift it up over her tits, exposing them. Now she can feel the touch of the leather on her skin. I stand in front of her and run the crop down between her breasts, then caress each one with a slow, lazy motion, working the tip in towards her nipples. With her face down, I know she can see every detail of the whip as it slides over her skin—the threat of the whip touching her flawless skin—the braided shaft, the soft little square of leather at the tip.

 

I slide it down over her tummy and rub the tip along her thighs, then the inside of her thighs, moving uyp towards her sex. She's still wearing her panties and she watches as the tip of the crop slides along her crotch. I can almost taste her nervousness and apprehension.

 

I removed the crop and raise it to her face. I press the square tip against her lips. "Bite it," I say.

 

She looks up at my quizzically so I repeat. "This is your whip, Natalie, used for no one but you. I want you to mark it with your teeth. Now bite it."

 

Still on her knees with her arms bound behind her, she opens those white teeth and bites down on the leather tip, putting her brand on it forever. I lift it up to show her her teeth marks. She and the whip are now connected.

 

I help her stand and make her hold the shaft in her teeth as I pull her panties off amd toss them aside, and I hold her there, running my finger along her naked pussy and feeling her moisture. She's still a little too nervous to be excited, but she's getting there. I take the crop from her mouth and run the tip up the insides of her thighs, stroking her, coming closer and closer to her naked pussy but not touching it, and as I do I lean my head over and suck her tits, lashing her nipples with my tongue and feeling them stiffen with her arousal. Her breathing increases—she's getting excited. She can't move her arms, but she starts to move her legs, half trying to avoid the tickle of the whip, half trying to force it against her cunt where she needs to be touched now.

 

I stop with the whip and start playing with her tits, squeezing them, tickling her nipples. "See why you have be trained, Natalie? See how wild you get on your own? No control. No control whatsoever."

 

I go back to playing with the whip, sliding it against the insides of her thighs and tapping her with it, sucking her tits till she's quite aroused and twisting in my grasp. Finally I drag the tip of the crop over her slit and she groans.

 

"This lesson is to teach you about the whip," I whisper to her. "It can hurt you, or it can make you feel very good. Or it can do both."

 

I press the braided shaft up into her slit and slowly drag it back and forth like a little saw. The leather is polished and smooth but the tight braiding makes the shaft bumpy, and the sensation of the braided leather sliding over her sensitive flesh is terribly arousing. Natalie likes it, and she arches her hips out towards it, leaning her head back, giving that hot pussy to me.

 

I begin to saw it gently back and forth faster and then faster till I'm beating her off with it, playing it against her pussy like a cello bow and Natalie grunts and lifts her knee, trying to squeeze her thighs together and trap it between her legs, but she gives it up. She's gasping now and breathing hard.  I change the angle so that the shaft plays against her clit and now she cries out and I see her smooth tummy harden with muscular contractions at the delicious friction. She's standing, but almost lying back in my arms, her useless arms pinioned behind her as I increase my tempo to a steady fucking rhythm, the slick shaft sliding over her clit and the wed slit of her cunt

 

"Oh! God! No!" she moans, and I can tell by her voice and the color of her skin that she's already nearing orgasm.

 

I stop my playing and push her to her knees again.

 

"No coming yet," I say. "Cock sucking lesson. Open your mouth."

 

She's breathing hard, her tits rising and falling. I step up close to her and open my zipper and extract my cock, so hard the skin is glistening, and Natalie opens her mouth and takes me inside.

 

God, what a mouth! Hot and sweet and eager. I drop my head back and groan out loud in pleasure and feel my balls draw tight, already prepared to shoot a load down her throat. Still holding the crop, I place both hands on her head and swing my hips gently, fucking her face as she sucks and turns her head this way and that to let me feel all over the inside of her mouth. I pull my cock from her lips and leave her kneeling there with her mouth open like a disappointed baby bird, her lips slick with saliva.

 

I take my prick in my hand and slap it against her cheeks, teasing her as she chases after it, then I give it to her again. Pull it out and slap her with it again, loving the feeling of her smoth cheek against the blunt head of my tool. She follows it with her open mouth and I plunge it into her again. She's good—very good—and I can't find much to correct in her cock sucking. She takes me all the way in and bobs her head, not easy with her arms tied behind her, and her tits shake and roll on her chest as she works. I hold her hair in my left hand and guide her head back and forth, fucking her steadily now as she makes lewd sucking and slurping sounds and little hums of pleasure in her throat as my prick slides in and out. I reach over her back and give her ass a little swat, then another. She squeals.

 

"God, you're a good little cock-sucker!" I moan. "Aren't you, Natalie? Aren't you?"

 

She mumbles something and I swat her again, a little harder this time, the whip making a sharp little slap sound against her naked ass. She can't say anything, of course, but the message is clear. I'm spurring her on with the whip like a jockey spurs on a horse, fucking her face and spanking her ass to make her take it. WIth each slap she gives a little indignant squeal.

 

The saliva's starting to drip from her mouth now, and I'm getting close. My balls are swinging against her chin and she's sucking in desperate gasps of air through her nose as my prick churns in and out, and finally, it's too much. I pull my cock from her mouth and pull her dizzily to her feet, her lips shiny with our juices and slightly swollen from the abusive friction.

 

I unbelt her arms and unclip her wrists, though I leave the rope bracelets attached, then pull off her tee-shirt, leaving her naked. I pull her over to the wall where I tie her wrists out to the side to a couple of studs as she stands there panting, then I get down and tie her ankles to the same studs so that she's standing with her feet well apart, arms chained out to the sides. I give her a deep, thrusting kiss, my hand roaming over her naked body, her tits, her belly, down to her pussy. She's naked and helpless, mine to use and explore as I wish. She's also very wet now. Wet and ready.

 

"That was very good, Natalie. Now We learn something else about the whip."

 

I take the crop and run the tip over her pussy. She flinches at first, then tries to close her legs, but of course her ankles are tied apart. I step up close to her and turn the whip around, holding it handle-side up. The handle is slim, maybe half an inch in diameter, but covered with the same smooth braided leather as the shaft. I run the handle up and down her cleft, find her opening, and slide it into her, watchingher face.

 

"Oh God!" she cries out.

 

I stifle her cry with my mouth, leaning against her and kissing her deep as I slide the handle of the whip into her pussy. The whip is barely inside her—only an inch or so—but it's the most sensitive inch, and I begin to fuck her with it as Natalie closes her eyes hard against the unfamiliar sensation, wanting to refuse it but needing it at the same time, My other hand finds her clit and begins to play with her and Natalie groans.

 

She's such a perfect slave, spread-eagled against the wall and having her pussy played with while I'm fucking her with the handle of the crop. She's already on fire, and now I just have one more trick to show her before she gets her reward.

 

I withdraw the whip from her pussy and suck the handle clean as Natalie hangs her head and breathes hard, panting with relief, then I take the crop and softly slap it against her pussy—against her labia, against her clit, soft, regular slaps about as fast as a good fast fuck—and Natalie goes wild, pulling at her bonds, pushing her cunt our at me, gasping and moaning as the tip of the crop continues its maddening slapping against her clit, the rhythm designed just to make her come.

 

This is always hard. This is where she has to learn that the whip is her master, that it's like my substitute cock. Natalie groans, she whines, she closes her eyes and shakes her head as if she could refuse to acknowledge the maddening pleasure that's coursing through her body from the rude slap of the whip, but the truth is, she's close, she's close, and the crop keeps up its incessant drubbing of her overheated pussy.

 

"Permission to come! Permission to come! Oh God!" she howls, and without losing a beat I say, "Permission granted."

 

She throws her head back and screams and her thighs tremble with the force of her orgasm and I watch her face get red as she chokes on the force of her own cum, her pussy trembling, quivering as she gives me everything..

 

I drop the whip and grab her, pressing her body to mine and kissing her as she gasps and groans her way through her come, my hand going down to her pussy to coax out the last bits of feeling till I feel her tremble and know she's gone into post-orgasmic sensitivity, and then I stop.

 

She hangs in the ropes as I untie her and carry her gently over to the bed, holding her like a hild. I lie her down on it sideways. I watch her as she tries to regains her breath, then I get busy, tying her down.

 

Since she's lying in the middle of the bed sideways, I tie her hands to the head and foot posts on one side, then rope her ankles and tie them to the same posts on the other side, spreading her wide open. She's too dizzy, too exhausted to fight, and when I'm done she's tied tight and spread wide, her legs split like a bird's wings—her pussy, her ass, everything exposed and available.

 

"You're sensitive after you come, I know," I say as I strip off my shirt. "But you should be over it by now." I kick off my shoes and socks and strip off my pants. My cock feels like it's already going to explode, like it's made out of lead. The precum is hanging from the tip in a long strand.

 

"You did very well today, Natalie, and now this is your reward."

 

There's not much room to get on the bed with her tied that way, but I don't need the bed. It's made at just the right height for me to stand on the floor and give it to her, and I bring my cock to her pussy and lay the head against that soft, pink, throbbing fount of womanhood, brimming with her juices, just waiting to be penetrated.

 

I think maybe alligators must feel something like this when they sink back into the safety of the swamp, or turtles, but when I push the head on my cock into Natalie's sweet little cunt, thrills of sheer pleasure run up and down my spine, and I feel like I've found my home at last, the place I never want to leave. She's hot and wet and tight, and I can look down at her face and see that look of surprise at how big I am inside her, how incredibly hard, and how much I need her.

 

 I groan, torturing myself by trying not to move, just basking in that hot, feminine grip. She's tied tight. There's nothing she can do but raise her head a little to see my big shaft disappearing into her cunt and pulling out, going in and out, fucking her, and then I lean my hands against the far side of the frame of the bed and begin to fuck her.

 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cries with every thrust as I slide the full length of my massive prick into her. That tight little pussy grips me like a little mouth, and I can feel that little ring of muscle sliding along my hard pole, massaging every vein and nerve. She's spread so wide for me, I could fuck her pussy, I could pull it out and put it in her ass and there's nothing she could do about it, but all I want now is the incredible sweetness of that body, that feminine softness and warmth and beauty.

 

"You like it?" I whisper down at her. "You like that big cock inside you? You like being trained to be my slut?"

 

She doesn't answer, and all I can do is groan, "Oh Christ, Natalie! You've got the sweetest pussy in the whole fucking world! I could fuck you forever! Forever, baby! Forever!"

 

I kiss her then, my mouth open so I can breathe as our tongues lick at each other and I gasp out my pleasure into her panting mouth. Natalie's whining too, and moaning, and trying to move and fuck me back, but she's tied too tight. The juice spills from her pussy and runs down her ass and over my balls.

 

I slam into her, my loins slapping against the insides of her thighs, my pubic bone mashing against her swollen clit, and my prick comes out shiny and slick with our juices. I grab onto that bed and—heavy as it was— I fuck her so hard that I lift the front legs from the floor every time I bottom out in that sweet cunt, and all Natalie can do is lie there and take it, all the need and savagery of a man who needs her like he's never needed a woman in his life—need to spill into her, explode in her, let out all my rage and passion inside her.

 

"Oh God, baby," I gasp in her ear. "Gonna come! Gonna come in you, Natalie!"

 

Tied as tight as sheis, she still gives a little wiggle of encouragement, movingher ass on the bed. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it! Come in me! Oh God! Let me have it!"

 

I plunge deep, grabbing her tits as my eyes roll into my head with sheer ecstasy and I feel the flood of tension and anguish and need just come roiling and boiling out of me in that thick load of cum and shoot down the length of my cock and deep, deep, into that sweet cunt.

 

"Oh God!" I groan, thrusting my hips out and throwing my head back. "Oh Christ! Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

 

Each yell is accompanied by a scalding explosion of semen from the very depths of my being, the hot, creamy fluid splashing deep inside my willing slave's pussy as my ass clenches tight and the muscles in my thighs stand out like steel cords. I give her everything I have, and she takes it all, sucking it all up into her belly just like her mouth sucks greedily on my tongue as I pour my soul into her pussy.

 

Later I untie her and we lay together on that same cheap bed, made for fucking. I have my arm around her, holding her close, and she has her head on my chest and one thigh over mine so I can feel that sexy drip of my cum oozing out of her, just the way I like her, and I caress the smoothness of her shoulder and back and kiss the top of her head.

 

"So how'd I do?" she asks.

 

"In your training session?"

 

"Yeah."

 

I sigh. "You did very well, baby. Very well. So well, you’re going to need more training. Lots, lots more."