The Old College Try I am a college student, and hence spent an enormous amount of my time in bars. I'm thin, about six feet tall, with curly brown hair and big brown eyes, and I've been told that I'm cute in a 'bookish' sort of way. I suppose its true, I don't really know, I've only had two girlfriends in my life, and I've only had sex with the last one whom I was with throughout high school and my first year in college. So I guess I'm inexperienced, or whatever. So there I was sitting in a bar, already a little bit sauced when in walked a beautiful brunette. I mean, man, she was a real looker. She had perfect legs, deep blue eyes, a bright smile, everything. I think I fell in love with her as she walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. I know I was staring because she gave me a weird little look as she scanned the crowd, not angry or anything, just probably surprised at my reaction. She shouldn't have been though; almost every guy in the bar was casting jealous eyes at her luscious figure. And the way she moved, something about it just screamed to every guy to stare straight at her, as if it would be a regret one could hold for life if they missed a moment of it. Still though, I felt bad about staring and flushed bright red and stared down into my beer, and took a couple of swallows until I felt my face return to normal. "Can I get you another?" I looked up and there she was, standing right next to me at the bar. I flushed all over again, not trusting my voice so I smiled and nodded quickly. She turned to the bartender and I caught the scent of her hair, it was perfect, flowery and beautiful, just like her. When she turned back to me I was caught up in those deep blue eyes again and it took me a second to realize she had asked me my name. "Er...Tristan," I mumbled. "I'm Sarah, pleased to meet you." She smiled back at me and held out her hand, for some reason I got a picture in my head of someone holding a hand out to soothe a frightened or skittish animal. I shook her hand, and then drank some more of my beer, trying to think of something interesting to say, knowing she probably heard all the lines I could think of every time she came out. "So, do you go to school here?" She asked. "No, I drink here, I go to school over there." As silly as it was that little joke managed to break the ice. After a few more beers, which to my embarrassment, she paid for, we were chatting away like old buddies. She was a psychology major who practiced photography in her spare time, but mostly we talked about philosophy, which was my major. I couldn't believe it, there I was sitting in a campus bar, surrounded by other guys who were confirmed players and the sexiest girl in the place was talking to me! In fact, I think she was even flirting with me. She kept sliding closer to me, and eventually started putting her hand on my arm, and then shoulder, which raised my blood pressure considerable. I felt myself flush each time she did it, which made me even more embarrassed so I flushed even harder. But her smile was too sweet for me to get that uncomfortable, and her eyes too understanding. Normally I don't drink very much, but I really didn't want the conversation to end and she kept buying drinks, so I had a lot. Pretty soon I wasn't flushing anymore, and I was doing my best to flirt back, even though I wasn't nearly as good at it as she was. In fact, I had so much that I didn't even notice that for every four drinks I had, she had one. I didn't even notice when halfway through the conversation she switched from rum and coke to just coke. "Hmm," She looked around, pouting her glossed lips, my heart nearly dropped into my stomach as I thought she was about to leave, "This place is getting kind of crowded. How about we go to my place? Its close, and its quieter." "Uh, yeah, yeah sure." I managed to stutter, totally in shock at the offer, even though I knew she didn't want me to come over for what I wanted, I was thrilled at the idea of spending time with her, even if she wasn't good-looking she was a lot of fun to hang out with. "Alright, c'mon then." She put down her glass and waited for a second while I drained mine, then threaded her way out among more jealous stares, and a few angry ones for me. True to her word, her apartment was only a few blocks from campus. It was a nice brick building with a secure entrance, and I wondered how a college student could afford to live there. It was a far sight from my little studio. I think we went up four or five flights of stairs to get to her floor, and once we were inside my suspicions about the price of the place were confirmed. Nice hard wood floors, beautiful furniture, lots of space, everything you could possibly want. "Make yourself comfortable." She said, waving airily at the couch. "Would you like some wine? I'm afraid I don't have any beer." "Uh, yeah, wine...sure." I moved over to the couch, feeling my head start to swim a little and thinking the last beer hadn't been such a good idea. "What kind?" She smiled at me from the archway into the kitchen. "Uh, red I guess..." I mumbled. "Yeah, but what kind, Merlot?" She laughed sweetly and her deep blue eyes danced inside the frame of her silken brown hair. "Oh, yeah, that's good." I grinned at her foolishly and silently cursed myself since I didn't really know much about wine, I wondered if I had sounded stupid. She smiled at me again and then turned and walked into the kitchen. I could hear the tinkling of glasses and the sound of a corkscrew whining in a cork. I looked around the apartment again, noting all the psychology books, a few philosophy books, and a number of interesting photographs on the wall. I stared enviously at her entertainment center, full of state of the art sound and video equipment. Then more enviously at the computer on a desk to the side of the living room. It sure looked top of the line. Of course if she were a photographer she probably did a lot of graphics work with it. Just as I began to wonder what was taking her so long she came back with two glasses of red wine in her hand. "Here you go, it's a nice vintage, I think you'll like it." She hesitated a second looking down at the glasses then handed me one. I wish she had handed me the other, my head was already spinning and the one she gave me was fuller than the other. I smiled and took a sip. It was really good. Pretty complex taste but I liked it a lot so I took another. "Thank you, this is very good." She smiled and sat down beside me on the couch. She reached down for a control and in a second some sort of soft jazz was snaking its way seductively through the room from the speakers by the stereo. She raised her glass to me in toast, "To new friends." I smiled and clicked my glass against hers a little unsteady, but heartfelt. I took a sip and she drained her entire glass. Not wanting to seem rude, I did the same. She smiled at me brightly and took the glass from my hand, setting it on the coffee table with hers, then scooted closer to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I breathed in raggedly, my pulse quickening at her proximity, my face flushing and my cock getting hard in my pants. I turned toward her a little bit in surprise and she kissed my again, full on the mouth. I couldn't even respond I was so shocked at what was happening. Her lips mashed against mine, her tongue snaking its way aggressively through my lips and into my mouth. I felt her hands move onto me then, as I sat stock-still. One moved up my chest until she was stroking my throat softly with it, the other was moving along my thigh, oh so slowly, toward my crotch. She leaned back and licked her lips, her hand still resting on me. "You don't do this very often do you, sweetie?" I flushed even harder and looked down from her gaze, shaking my head that I didn't. She laughed softly and her hand moved further up my thigh, just barely brushing the head of my cock. I moaned softly, still not daring to look her in the eye in case I should find out that that sweet, forgiving laugh was matched by a contemptuous look. She leaned forward again, kissing her way along my neck to my ear. I shivered as I felt her hot breath against my ear, my head spinning between my arousal and the alcohol. "There's nothing to be afraid of here. You're safe with me. Don't you want me?" She licked my ear after that and I thought I might die as my head began spinning wildly. I woke up dazed and disoriented. I was lying on a couch in some strange place. There was the sound of running water coming from somewhere off to my right. I looked around trying to figure out where in the hell I was, then it hit me. Sarah! I had passed out on her couch just as she was kissing me. I cursed myself for missing a golden opportunity, wondering if she would ever give me another chance. I got up, noticing that somewhere along the way my clothes had been changed, I was now wearing what appeared to be a rather expensive pair of silk pajamas. Right as I had decided I should explore a little bit and find out where my clothes were the water cut off. I stood stock still, frozen in the middle of the living room as a door to my left opened and Sarah walked out wrapped in towel, her hair dripping around her head. "Good morning." Gone were the sweet smile and the dancing eyes. "Uh, hi, umm...Look, I'm really sorry," I stuttered, then looked down, so disoriented, frustrated and embarrassed that I felt tears coming to my eyes. "Yeah, well, you drank a little bit too much, it's no big deal." But it was, I could tell from her voice that it was. For some reason I had an almost overwhelming urge to throw myself down at her feet and beg her to forgive me. I looked up and saw those deep blue eyes staring at me appraisingly, not angry, just as if she were wondering exactly what it was I was going to do. Again, I felt an urge to throw myself down at her feet and beg her to forgive me. "Look, I'll make it up to you, I swear, I'll do anything." She smiled at me, but it didn't touch those questioning blue eyes, "Anything? Will you really do anything?" "Yeah, look I'm so sorry, please...let me make it up to you?" I could feel a tear escape my eye and run down my cheek. "She smiled at me and walked over, wiping the tear away gently. "All right, I'm doing a study for my psychology class that involves hypnosis. If you'll stay here this weekend and let me record your behavior under hypnosis, then maybe we can both forget about last night." I smiled at her weakly and nodded my assent eagerly. "Thank you, thank you so much." She smiled at me again and shook her head laughingly. "Hear me out first, Tristan. You have to be completely willing to go under and accept whatever suggestions I need to complete my experiment. For you to be in the proper state of mind you can't drink any alcohol for the next two days, and umm. Well you can't ejaculate at all." I flushed a bright shade of red at the last, but I nodded again. "Alright...that's fine, I can do that." She smiled at me again and then went and showed me my clothes. When we were both dressed she showed me the door, giving me her phone number and telling me to call her Friday after I was done with all my classes. The next two days went by excruciatingly slow. All I could think about was Sarah, and that night that I had almost spent with her. I kept imagining myself on my knees before her. Kissing her feet, licking her pussy, begging her to spank me. I've fantasized about those things since I was a teenager, even though I never had the courage to ask anyone to do them to me. Normally though, I can control my fantasy time. For some reason I couldn't with Sarah. I could hardly do anything expect sit there and think about her and imagine her doing all sorts of depraved things to me. I found myself masturbating constantly. Every time I thought about her I would eventually end up with my hand around my cock, bringing myself right to the edge of orgasm and then stopping, mindful of what she had told me about her experiment. I knew I was only making things harder on myself, but I just couldn't help it. When I went to sleep I would dream about her, and each night I woke up several times on the verge of orgasm. I even started keeping a journal of the times that I masturbated with short descriptions of the fantasies I had when I did. That's something I had never done before, but if I failed to do it, I couldn't concentrate on anything else until I had. It got to the point on Friday where I just skipped all my classes walking around my studio in the nude all day because I couldn't stand the amount of time it took me to take my pants down if I needed to stroke myself. I was starting to panic, it seemed like something was seriously wrong with me. I also started to worry about how I might behave around Sarah if she put me under hypnosis, but there didn't seem like there was much I could do about that. I had promised, and even the thought of not seeing her that day was enough to nearly start me crying. As the afternoon wore on, I simply sat on my bed, stroking my cock slowly, keeping it continuously at the edge of orgasm, and waiting until I could call her. Finally the time arrived and somehow my head completely cleared. I got up off the bed and took a shower and got dressed. I gathered up a few things into an overnight bag, my shaving kit, a few books, etc. Then I went over to the phone and dialed her number. "Hello?" Her voice was like honey in my ear. "Uh, hi...its Tristan, just wondering if you are ready for me to come over for that thing?" My voice was still uncertain, but I knew I wanted more than anything to see her again. "Oh! Hi! How've you been, sweetie?" Her voice laughed at me over the phone, but I loved it, even though I felt myself flushing a deep red at the thought of answering that question honestly. "Err, fine. How are you?" "I'm good...you can come over now, its all ready for you. Don't worry, sweetie, we'll have fun this weekend." I could hear her smile over the phone. "Uh, okay, I'm gonna catch a cab, I'll be over in a little bit." "Cab, huh? You sure are in a hurry, but that's okay by me. I'll be here, waiting for you." I could hear that smile again, and the last words set my pulse to racing. I practically ran down the stairs and hailed the first cab I saw. Even though it was only like a twenty-minute walk from my place to hers, I much preferred the three-minute cab ride. I thrust a twenty at the driver not bothering to wait for my change and hit her buzzer. I leapt for the door as the answering buzz came from it, and ran up the flights of stairs to her floor, knocking on her door just as it opened. There I stood, breathing heavily from my hurried journey over, and I could hardly take my eyes off her. She looked just as gorgeous today as she had the day before. She was wearing skintight jeans and a small cream-colored tee shirt that showed off her luscious figure quite flatteringly. Her lips were glossed the prettiest shade of pink I have ever seen. Her eyes shone at me from beneath her beautiful brown hair, and I found myself looking down at the floor, embarrassed for staring. "You look beautiful," I managed to murmur. "Why thank you. You look pretty good yourself. Would you like to come in?" I let her lead me into the living room, and felt my cock begin to rise as I was once again in the room that had been the stage of so many of my fantasies for the past two days. She motioned to the couch and I sat down. I looked around and noticed that the lights were very dim. On the table was a set of headphones and a stray with a vial of some liquid, some alcohol swabs, and a syringe. I stared at them, wondering what exactly I had gotten myself into. She noticed my look, "Tristan, I have to make sure that you're okay with this. It won't work if you don't want it to, at least not well enough for my experiment. This is going to be a drug induced hypnoses session to study the effectiveness of this technique for behavior modification. You know, like helping people stop smoking, or kleptomaniacs stop stealing, etc. I promise that I can remove all of the suggestions at the end of this weekend. I also promise that your name will remain anonymous in my documentation of the experiment. However, I do need you to sign a release stating that you understand and are willing to undergo the treatment." She held a piece of paper out to me, and a pen. I pretended to read it, but all I could think about was how beautiful she looked, and how hard my cock was, how much I wanted to come, how much I wanted to admit all my dirtiest little secrets to her. I wanted to tell her about the time that I stole my girlfriend's panties, and how I would still wear them around, under my clothes to school, or jerk off in them and suck my come out of them. I signed the paper and handed it back to her. She smiled at me and leaned forward, kissing my cheek whispering in my ear, "You won't regret it, I promise." I leaned back while she measured out a dose of fluid from the syringe. She wiped down my arm with alcohol and I tensed as I felt the prick of the needle in my arm. I didn't really feel any different as she pulled the needle out, covered it with a cap and set the tray back down on the table. She then took a locket from around her neck, her tits thrusting out invitingly as she reached behind her head. "Now I'm going to put you under. The drug will make you a little groggy for a while, and more amenable to my suggestions. Then you'll wake up and we can begin recording the results. We'll do another session of hypnosis tomorrow morning, and another tomorrow night, and so on, until the last one on Monday morning, possibly Monday night, but only if you want to." I looked at her in surprise then realized it was a three-day weekend and nodded my consent. She began swinging the locket in front of my eyes, and I tracked it, marveling at how pretty it was swinging there. I realized that the drug must be working, and thought that it was kind of like Wednesday night when I was here. That thought got scattered as she began to speak. "Listen to my voice Tristan. You are very relaxed. You are safe here. This is a safe place. Pay attention to my voice. You are very relaxed. Your muscles are relaxing, your eyes are goring heavy. You are very relaxed. This is a safe place. Listen to my voice. Concentrate on my voice. Block out everything else but my voice. My voice is safe, my voice is relaxing. Pay attention to nothing else but my voice." I felt my entire body relax, and soon true enough; all I was aware of was her voice. "When you hear me count to three you will fall into a deep, deep, sleep, the only thing you will be able to attend is my voice. You must pay attention to my voice. My voice is relaxing, my voice is safe. When I count to three you will fall into a place where only my voice matters, where you can do nothing except what my voice tells you. One. Two. Three." I did fall into a place where I could only hear her voice. I felt her putting the headphones on my and didn't even care. I felt her lay me down on the couch and it hardly registered. All I could really pay attention to was the voice on the headphones. The droned over and over again in her sweet soft voice, "You are my slut. You will do anything and everything I ask you to. You will obey my every command. You are my slut. Your body is mine. Your cock is mine. Your mind is mine. You can use none of them unless I give you permission. You are my slave; you live only to serve me. You will do anything I ask, because whatever I wish is the only thing you want. I am your mistress, and you are my slave, and you love it." I don't know how long the loop continued like that, in fact I don't even really remember hearing it at all. What I remember is falling asleep on the couch and then waking up again a few hours later, at least judging by the sun's position. I sat up and looked around. Unlike last time I knew exactly where I was. Across from me in a chair was Sarah, flipping through the journal that I had kept for the last two days. I didn't remember packing it, why in the hell had I? Yet there she was reading about all the depraved things I had dreamed of her doing to me. Reading about how I must have spent nearly half of the last forty-eight hours touching myself. I felt myself flush a deep dark red, I made a strangled sound and she looked up. "Look, Sarah, I'm sorry about that...I, I don't know why I brought it. Umm, please can I have it back?" I stuttered, tears beginning to fall out of my eyes at the humiliation of the situation. "You brought it because I told you to the last time you were here. You've been a busy a little slut haven't you? And now you're in trouble because you didn't call me mistress." She smiled at me again, very sweetly and dropped the journal on the floor, the pointed to the floor in front of her chair. "Get down here slut, you should no better than to forget to properly address your mistress." I stood looking at her in shock; I couldn't believe what she was saying. She had already hypnotized me on Wednesday? Now she had done it again? What had I gotten myself into? Even as I thought this I heard her voice in my head and felt myself getting up, felt my shock get pushed aside as I realized how grossly I had disrespected my mistress. I got on my knees in front of her and averted my eyes, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Please Mistress, your slut is so sorry. Please punish your slut for offending you." She smiled at me and lifted one sandaled foot towards me. "Show your mistress how much you worship her, my little slut." I reached out and began tenderly kissing the offered foot. Drawing in a breath and feeling my head swim at the faint aroma drifting off the sandal. I moved my tongue along her toes, licking each in turn and rubbing my face against the top of her foot slavishly. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, begging for release, but my cock was hers now and I couldn't even touch it without her permission. I kept licking until she withdrew the foot from before me and replaced it with her other. After I had licked and nuzzled it for a while she drew it to away and I whimpered, as I was no longer allowed to show my devotion to her. She laughed at me softly as the whimper escaped my throat, and I felt her hand slide into my hair, tugging me up to my feet. I looked at her questioningly as I stood in front of her and she smiled at me. "Strip," was all she said. I reached down for my shirt and pulled it over my head, breaking two buttons in my eagerness and I think, to her amusement. I quickly toed off my sneakers and reached down and unbuckled my belt, pulling off my pants. Then I froze, standing before her in my boxers, suddenly embarrassed to be heedlessly doing as she told me, getting naked in front of her fully clothed form with her bright green eyes staring at my body as I exposed it to her. "Aw, is my little slut embarrassed?" She said it kindly and I felt my heart warming up, as she was so kind to me, so understanding. "Your safe here, honey, don't you want to show your mistress that hard cock?" I smiled at her nodded shyly, but I couldn't quite bring myself to pull down my boxers, even with her understanding tone. She solved the problem for me by reaching out and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, drawing them down until the purple head of my cock peeked above the white band of elastic. She smiled at me and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss right there and my knees almost buckled. She then stripped the boxers all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, red with shame, my cock sticking out before me, swollen red with blood, its tip glistening with a drop of precum. She stood up and motioned me to follow her. I did, though tentatively, still embarrassed and slightly afraid of what was going to happen. She led me into the bathroom. An old claw-foot tub sat there and she immediately went over and turned on the water. From the side she took out a few different beads, some powder and a vial of oil, dumping them all in the tub. The sweet aroma began to fill the room and set my head swimming again with its feminine purity. When the tub was half full she gestured for me to get in, which I did. She immediately handed me a hand towel and a bar of lavender smelling soap and told me to get nice and clean for her. I scrubbed for all I was worth. "Now its time to get rid of all that icky hair, isn't it slut?" She smiled at me, handing me a pair of scissors and a small mirror. Beside the tub she placed a razor and can of shaving cream and a bottle of Nair. I looked at her uncertainly, rubbing the soft hairs on my arms and legs questioningly. She smiled at me and nodded. I sighed as she reached out and stroked my forehead gently, then planted a kiss on it. She rose and walked to the door, turning to me one last time before she left, "Don't come out until all that hair is off." I sighed again and began slowly trimming down the hair until it was short enough that I could shave it. I don't know how long I was in that tub, but by the time I got up and turned the shower on to sluice the remnants of the hair and Nair off my body the water was starting to get cold. As I slid my hands up and down my body I couldn't believe how smooth it was, how sensitive, how sexy. I wondered why I hadn't ever done this before. I gave the mirror one last check before I walked out of the bathroom, making sure that no hair was left on my body. There she was sitting on the chair, finishing up my journal. I walked over to her and stood there, not wanting to interrupt her, embarrassed as I thought of all the things she was reading. Finally she finished and looked up at me, a soft smile on her lips, her green eyes smoky. "You have quite the imagination, my little slut. I didn't suggest half of this stuff to you on Wednesday." I flushed dark red and averted my eyes, feeling them flood with tears at the embarrassment of having her read all those most personal of thoughts. She laughed again, that soft, sweet, understanding laugh and reached out to stroke the leg nearest her, smiling as she felt its perfect smoothness. She stood again and once more told me to follow her, but this time she led me into her bedroom. In the center of it was a large four-poster bed, surrounded by a diaphanous white canopy. She looked at me and then motioned me to go sit on the bed. She then walked over to a closet and began rummaging around inside it. She came out with a beautiful pair of virgin white stockings and lace panties. She crossed over and handed them to me. Once again I flushed red with embarrassment, but I could feel the soft silky undergarments swishing gently against my legs. It felt unbelievable without my hair to impede the contact, and I wanted nothing more than to slide the soft smooth things up my claves and thighs and enfold my cock in the beautiful, silky lace panties. "I think these will fit. If you're good, we might get you some of your own so you don't have to borrow mine." She smiled at me sweetly as I put on the beautiful stockings and then watched admiringly as I slid the panties up my thighs. The weren't quite big enough and the very tip of my cock poked out above the waistband. She smiled at me again, placing one hand on my chest and lightly stroking a nipple until I moaned softly. The stockings felt unbelievable and the panties glorious, the waistband serving to further stimulate my cock as I squirmed a little under her delicate touch. "You look very beautiful, so innocent." She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I could taste her lipstick and smell her hair, my knees felt weak again. "Thank you, mistress," I murmured shyly. She sat down on the bed, turning me towards her and spreading her legs to enfold mine. Her hand traced down my neck to my cock, rubbing it lightly through the silk of the panties until I was moaning and precum was dripping down and soaking into the top of them. "Are you ready to please your mistress now?" She asked it softly, her thumb rising up and rubbing into the opening of my cock, sliding around in the slippery drops of precum there until I was sure my cock would explode at any moment. "Oh yes, yes please mistress." I whimpered. She smiled and pulled down until I was kneeling before her. She pulled my head into her crotch and began rubbing it gently up and down against my face. I could feel the heat of her even through the denim, I could sense the dampness, and I could smell her. Smell her excitement, her desire, her passion. I moaned into her crotch and she moaned back at me. Somehow she guided my hands to the waist of her jeans and I they trembled as I unbuttoned them and began pulling them down her silky smooth thighs. I kissed her soft skin as I did, lovingly, as if she were a goddess. She was. My goddess. She pulled me back up after the jeans were off, one of her hand reaching down into panties that were stained wet by her excitement. My face was inches from her, but her light touch on my forehead stopped me from leaning forward and burying my mouth between her thighs. I whimpered as I watched her fingers stroke softly beneath the red silk of her panties. I squirmed on the ground, wanting nothing more at that moment than to taste her, to spend all night there between her legs, worshipping her, as I should. I knelt there, my cock feeling as if it would burst within her silky white panties, watching my mistress masturbate herself right before my eyes. Listening to her begin to moan with increased passion as her fingers began moving faster and faster below the curtain of her panties. I moaned and whimpered as her thighs tensed, body shaking, and her panties turned dark with a flood of her juices as she came with a great cry. As her trembling subsided, her hand left my forehead and she propped herself on one elbow, looking down at me with a soft smile, the hunger in her beautiful eyes seemed not to have abated in the least. "My poor little slut, do you want to taste me? Do you deserve to taste your mistress sweet pussy?" I knelt there, unable to meet her gaze anymore, trying to decide how to answer her. Tears started running down my cheeks as I struggled with the question she had asked me, and I felt my cock throb against the silken confines of the panties and felt the pain of three days of frustrated masturbation in my swollen balls. I felt her hand grip my chin and lift it up. I could smell her on the fingers just below my mouth, see them glistening with her juices. I gasped as she slid the fingers between my lips, sucking the juices from them, stroking her soft fingers with my tongue. She smiled and wiggled her fingers in my mouth, and then pulling them out she pinched my lip, harder and harder until a gasp escaped my mouth again and tears began to pool in my eyes. She just laughed as my and used my lip to pull my face into her crotch. "Take them off with you teeth slut, and I will let you give your mistress an orgasm with your mouth." I wasted no time, biting into the soaked panties and tugging them down for all I was worth. I had to keep moving my head to get the panties over the swell of her hips and ass, and I didn't care that I was slavishly rubbing my face all over her ass and thighs, eager like an animal in heat. I was in heat, and I needed to taste her pussy fully, not just from her fingers and the panties now clenched in my teeth, but to feel the soft, warm skin beneath my tongue, and taste the juices as the flowed directly out of her. She barely raised her feet off the floor as I dragged the panties down, so I had to prostrate myself and drag my face along her carpet to get them completely off. I felt her foot raise and them come down on the back of my head, pinning me to the floor with the panties still clenched tightly in my teeth. "You look so sexy there, little slut. Where you belong, at my feet. You love it don't you?" I spit the panties out; only sorry that now they were gone I could no longer taste the sweet juices that had soaked into them. "Yes Mistress, I love it." "You love me don't you, slut?" "Yes mistress, I love you." "Do you want to please me?" "Yes Mistress, more than anything." "Good slut, such a sweet little slave." I could hear her smile as her foot lifted off my head and she lay back on the bed. I moved back up to my knees, my hands resting lightly on her thighs as my head crept foreword to her pussy. It was the most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen. Surrounded by a trimmed down of silky brown hair, I could see her clit peeking at me shyly from beneath the glistening hood. The lips were flushed red with her passion and they too shined with her juices, invitingly I thought. I wanted to devour her pussy, to lose myself in it and never escape. The first touch of my tongue upon it made my head begin swimming again, I began humping futilely at the air as even more blood rushed to the head of my cock. The taste and smell were indescribable; I wanted more, I wanted this to never stop. I heard her moan with pleasure and a shiver of delight passed up my spine at the knowledge that I had pleased her. I began licking at the lips, driving my tongue in deep to taste her more fully. I felt her thighs tense around my face and heard he begin moaning in time to the thrust of my tongue. I had little experience licking pussy, I had only done it once before, but listening to her moan I was able to quickly learn what pleased her and what didn't. Feeling the tensing of her thighs underneath my palms I was able to judge which way she would move and thus not break my rhythm even when she bucked with frantic passion. I don't know how many times she came as I knelt there licking her. Each past orgasm was unimportant; the only one that mattered was the next one I could give her. When she finally pushed me away my face was soaked in her sweet come. There was a damp spot on the bed and her thighs and ass and hips all glistened wetly with a coating of her juices. She lay there a moment before me, recovering herself and then sat up, looking down at me with a sweet, loving smile. "That was wonderful. You are such a good little slut." She stood and patted me lightly on the head, as one might pat a dog. I flushed with pleasure at her touch as much as her words. I nuzzled her hand happily as she cupped my face before walking over to her dresser and rummaging around for a second. When she came back she was holding a small camcorder, one of those digital kinds. She opened the panel at the side and adjusted the lens until it showed to her satisfaction, then turned it toward me. It was replaying the scenes of the last few hours. How I had dressed myself in her stockings and panties, then begged her to let me suck her. I flushed red with shame at the sight of myself, so sluttish, so slavishly devoted to her, but my cock throbbed even harder in the panties. She adjusted the camera again and pointed it at me, obviously ready to document more of her 'experiment.' "Now slut, do you want to come for your mistress?" I nodded shyly, not daring to look into the camera. I felt her foot reach out and her toes brush over my engorged cock. I couldn't help myself; I began moaning and humping shamelessly against her foot. She kept rubbing, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again, withdrawing her foot every time I was about to explode. "If you come you know what has to happen don't you my little slave?" She asked sweetly, in her softest voice. "No mistress," I mumbled, still humping against her foot shamelessly, but unable to look into the camera. "You have to clean up your little mess, don't you slut? You don't want to leave a mess in Mistress' bedroom do you?" I could hear her smile and chanced a look into her eyes. The still shone hungrily. They burned into me, willing me to become the slut she wanted me to be. "No mistress. Please let your slut come mistress, your slut will clean up his mess." I ground my cock furiously against her foot. "I know you will, slut. I know you want to, don't you?" Her voice had a teasing note in it now, not cruel, but as if she wanted me to confess my deepest darkest desires to her camera. Her foot still played skillfully over my cock, driving me out of my mind with passion. "Yes mistress. I want to taste my own cum. I love to suck up my come. Please mistress, let your slut come and let him suck it all up." I ground my cock furiously against her, at the very edge of orgasm. "Then come for your mistress slut, and then suck your sweet little jizz of her toes." With that she began furiously rubbing her foot up and down my cock, making me cry out with passion as it erupted with the strongest orgasm I think I have ever had. My come coated not just her toes, but her entire foot, shooting up to the air and spattering my chest and belly. Nearly out of my mind with ecstasy I threw myself down and started sucking the come off her foot frantically, savoring every salty drop. She ran her foot all up and down my stomach and chest, collecting more and more of it for me to suck off of her beautiful foot. I licked it all off, until her foot was glistening lightly with my spit and not a drop of come was left on it. Then I knelt down and sucked drops of come out of the carpet as my penis continued to contract powerfully despite being bereft of any more semen to shoot. I collapsed against the floor when it was finally done, my head rested lightly on one of her feet, kissing gently at the beautiful toes despite the fact that I hardly knew where I was. She got up and left me there on the floor for a time. When she returned she had what looked to be a handful of black leather straps in one hand. I t turned out to be a harness that she proceeded to attach to me, with straps encircling wrists and ankles, elbows and knees, my waist and neck. Spaced throughout where a number of metal rings, which I am sure, she could have used to bind me in almost any number of combinations. She ended up attacking a cord to my neck and the foot of the bed, and another to lock my arms down at my waist, just within reach of my cock. She told me that I couldn't come without her permission but that my cock had best be very ready for whenever she wanted it. She then told me to climb up on the foot of her bed and slid herself between the sheets, with me lying there like a dog at the end of her bed. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, but I spent a while stroking my cock and listening to her steady breathing. I could still smell her on my face. I wondered what would happen tomorrow.
The Old College Try - Part 2 Sarah woke me the next morning by grabbing the leash and yanking my face up into her pussy, either still damp from last night, or from seeing me lying there curled up at her feet on the bed when she woke. I was lucky; instead of having to lick her she simply humped my face. I think I was too exhausted to have pleased her properly anyway. Soon my face was once again drenched in her sweet juices and I was moaning with desire as her thighs locked tightly around my head in orgasm. She patted my head lightly and then got up walking into the bathroom and taking a shower. I could still smell her on my face. My hand drifted down to my cock, rubbing it lightly through the panties. I thought about all the humiliating things she had made me do yesterday. About how she had recorded all of it. How she could make me do anything she wanted me to. Pretty soon I was stroking my cock and squirming on the bed. I knew I wasn't allowed to come, but I got myself as close as possible. Pictures of me kneeling at her feet rolled through my mind. I wondered if it was the hypnosis or if it was just the same fantasies as I had had since I was a teenager. "What a naughty little slut." She was standing there in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around her beautiful body, her hair dripping wet. I nearly came at the sight of her, standing there with an amused smile on her face. I don't know if more blood rushed to my cock or my face, but I couldn't stop stroking my cock, it felt too good. She walked over, never taking her eyes off my hand on my cock. She reached out and unlocked the leash from her footboard. I sat up, squirming and rubbing my thighs together, loving the feel of the stockings rubbing together. She stroked my face gently, and I dared to kiss her palm. "Strip and shower then meet me in the living room, its time for another session of hypnosis." She smiled and pinched my lip tightly, then moved over to her closet and threw on her robe. She walked out into the living room and I heard her in the kitchen as I stripped off my clothes and headed into the shower. The hot water felt great against my skin. I noticed the bottle of Nair on the rim of the tub still and decided to make sure that I stayed nice and smooth for my mistress. I couldn't help stroking my cock as I waited for the lotion to dissolve the hair on my body. After I washed it off I dried myself and walked into the living room, slightly embarrassed at being completely nude. Sarah was sitting in the chair, drinking a cup of coffee and flipping through the journal of my fantasies again. She looked up and pointed to the floor in front of her. I walked over and knelt down at her feet. After a bit more reading she closed the journal and settled herself down, looking at me thoughtfully. "Today I am going to try out a trigger-induced behavioral change. I'm going to use one of these disgusting little fantasies of yours since the fact that you actually want it will reinforce the suggestion. Doesn't that sound good, my pet?" I nodded at her uncertainly. It actually didn't sound good; in fact the idea scared the hell out of me. The thought of what she could make me do under even stronger controls was terrifying. I knew that even now if I really wanted to, I could break her control. She hadn't asked me to do anything that I really had much of a problem with, but some of the things in that journal were pretty extreme. They were great when I had my hand around my cock and it was all in my head, but most of them I couldn't really imagine actually doing. "Please mistress, isn't that a little bit, um, extreme?" I knew this might be my only chance to resist going down a road I didn't want to. Her smile vanished instantly, "Listen slut, you are mine. Your body, your mind, everything you have is mine for this weekend. That was the deal. After Monday I can change everything, but for this weekend you will do whatever I say." "I know, but it scares me. Some of those things aren't things I thought I would ever really do in real life; they're just for fantasy. Please." Tears started to flood my eyes. It was so hard to disagree with her even this much, it felt horrible. She was my mistress, who was I to question her desires? But the part of me that still had control knew this might be my only chance. She smiled at me tenderly and I felt my worries fading away. "Oh, poor Tristan. I'm sorry. I don't want to frighten you. Trust me Tristan, you're safe with me." She reached out with her foot, lightly rubbing it against my still hard cock. "Its just for the weekend, sweetie. You want to please me don't you?" I moaned softly, my eyes starting to close. She was right I was safe with her. What had I been thinking? She was so gentle. So loving, she was my mistress. I lived to please her. I would do anything for her. Anything she wanted me too. She would keep me safe. "Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you. I said I would do anything you wanted, I want to do anything you want me to." Something in my head started screaming that there was something wrong, that I was letting my one chance slip through my fingers. But the voice was nothing compared to the sweet loving look in her eyes and the feeling of her soft toes rubbing gently over my cock. I fought the voice down until I couldn't even hear it anymore, until all I could hear was her voice, and all I could feel was her divine touch. "Its okay, my pet. Why don't you just sit on the couch and stroke your beautiful cock while I get everything ready for you?" She smiled at me and I soon found myself on the couch, stroking my cock just like she told me to. She went into the kitchen and came back in carrying the tray with the syringe and the drug. She sat next to me and leaned down kissing me tenderly on the forehead. I watched as she measured out the dose, it hardly even registered with me that she mumbled about needing to increase the dosage in light of my protests. I had to stop stroking my cock for her to inject me, but she moved my hand back to my cock right after I did. I smiled as I felt the drug taking effect, pretty soon I was lying on the couch, unable to continue stroking my cock, unable to even move. "Listen to my voice Tristan. You are very relaxed. You are safe here. This is a safe place. Pay attention to my voice. You are very relaxed. Your muscles are relaxing, your eyes are goring heavy. You are very relaxed. This is a safe place. Listen to my voice. Concentrate on my voice. Block out everything else but my voice. My voice is safe, my voice is relaxing. Pay attention to nothing else but my voice." I felt my entire body relax, and soon true enough; all I was aware of was her voice. "When you hear me count to three you will fall into a deep, deep, sleep, the only thing you will be able to attend is my voice. You must pay attention to my voice. My voice is relaxing, my voice is safe. When I count to three you will fall into a place where only my voice matters, where you can do nothing except what my voice tells you. One. Two. Three." This time I don't remember anything, not her putting on the headphones, not what they played over and over again. I simply remember waking up on the couch, Sarah sitting across from me, this time writing in her own notebook. She looked up, as always attentive to everything I did. "Welcome back, honey." She smiled that sweet little smile at me. "Thank you, mistress." I smiled back at her. "I think we need to get out of the apartment for a bit, would you like to go on a little shopping trip?" "That sounds nice, mistress." She smiled and told me to go get dressed. She had already changed into a light flower print sundress. It looked amazing on her and I could feel my heart beating faster just sitting there looking at her. I grabbed my suitcase and pulled out a pair of Dockers and a polo shirt. When I was ready she grabbed her purse and keys. "You look nice, honey." "Thank you mistress, you look beautiful." I smiled at her shyly. She laughed sweetly and then took my hand, "When we're out in public you don't have to call me mistress, it could get embarrassing." I chuckled at that and nodded, following her out of the apartment. We took the elevator down to the parking lot in the basement and got into her car. It was a sporty little convertible. She looked perfect in it. I don't know the streets of the city very well, since I usually take the bus wherever I go. I soon had no idea where she was taking us, but she seemed sure of herself, with a specific destination in mind. I was surprised that she was still incredibly easy to talk to. We didn't have a silent moment through the whole drive, and I almost forgot the things we had been doing in her apartment. We eventually pulled up to a nice little restaurant. I suddenly realized that I was incredibly hungry. We got a little table out on the patio to enjoy the sunny day. I thought more and more about how comfortable I was around her, marveling since I usually have a lot of trouble talking to girls. I began to think more and more about how much this was like an actual date. Every once in a while she would grab my hand and squeeze it lightly, and a few times she even leaned over and gave me a light kiss. I was in heaven. She paid for the lunch and we were once again in her convertible, once again I was completely lost. I was about to ask where we were going when she turned off into the parking lot of an unassuming little building with a sign out front that was in French. I have no idea what it meant. I followed her inside and was shocked when I realized that it was a rather expensive lingerie store. It was nearly empty, in fact, it seemed to me as if the only person there was the pretty little blonde behind the register. She looked up as we walked in and walked over with a smile on her face. "Sarah, good to see you again." She held out her hand to Sarah, who shook it with a smile on her face, and then turned to me, "You didn't lie, he is a cutie!" "Oh yes, he is. Tristan, this is Natasha, an old friend." She smiled as I shook Natasha's hand. I was a bit uncomfortable, this was the first time I had ever been in a lingerie store in my life and the models on the walls and all the beautiful undergarments were causing my cock to harden in my pants. I was afraid that Natasha would notice. "So what exactly is it you're looking for today?" Natasha asked. "Well, my pretty, little slut needs to get a start on his entire wardrobe." Sarah replied. At the words "my pretty, little slut" I felt like I'd been hit with a cold bucket of water. I didn't even register what she said. I was suddenly completely aware of all the beautiful lingerie around me and it was overwhelming. I just wanted to touch the soft silky things, to bury myself in them. I wanted them all, the whole store. My cock sprang instantly rock hard, creating a tent in the front of my pants. It also made me acutely aware of the fact that I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Why would I be wearing those? Wearing nothing would be preferable to wearing something as masculine and disgusting as boxer shorts! I started to squirm; oblivious to the amused looks the two women were casting at me. I had to get these damn boxer shorts off! I couldn't stand them. I looked at Sarah imploringly. She smiled at me and arched an eyebrow, "What is it?" I groped in my mind for the words to explain this without embarrassing myself further in front of Natasha, "Um, I don't feel so good, do you think we could go?" They both laughed and Sarah said, "No, we can't leave yet, we haven't gotten what we came for here." "Please, I really don't feel well." I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful underwear all around me. It made me feel even worse to be surrounded by such beautiful things and still be wearing my boxer shorts, I felt like I was going to die. "What's wrong exactly?" If I had looked at her I would have seen the sly smile on her lips and the amusement in her eyes, but I was too busy drinking in the sights of the lingerie around me. "I um, I..." I mumbled incoherently, unable to figure out how to explain it to her without Natasha understanding. "Tristan, tell me right now what is wrong, right now." Her voice was edged with irritation at my reticence. I felt tears flood my eyes and my face heat as it turned dark red. I had to tell her now I couldn't disobey her. I had to tell her right in front of Natasha, I thought I might die of shame. "I, I can't st-stand the feel of my b-boxers, mistress." They both laughed as I stared at the ground, my interest in the lingerie overcome by my shame at saying such a thing in front of a total stranger. Sarah reached up and wiped a tear away gently. "Then take them off, it's okay." I balked, my eyes jumping up to meet hers, and then I looked at Natasha and made a strangled sound. I didn't move. "Please, please...I can't stand it anymore...please can we leave?" Sarah smiled at me, her eyes hot and boring into mine, "No. We're not leaving. You can either take off your boxers right here, or you can leave them on, it doesn't matter to me, but if you ask to leave one more time I am going to get upset and I'll have to punish you." Tears started streaming down my face. I kept squirming, the boxers growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Sarah and Natasha started talking about lingerie, something about sizes I guess, I was too miserable to pay attention to exactly what they were saying. They weren't really paying attention to me anymore either, suddenly I got an idea, I looked up and found a changing room and started walking toward it. "Where do you think you're going?" Sarah called after me. "I'm going to go take my boxers off." I turned back to her, still staring at the floor, the uncomfortableness of the boxers multiplying tenfold as I felt the solution so near at hand. "No you're not. Those are for women to change in. If you want out of those boxers you can take them off right here." I couldn't stand it anymore, I thought I was going crazy, but I couldn't take them off in front of Natasha either, it was too embarrassing. I started sobbing, unable to hold it in any longer. I felt Sarah come over and embrace me, one hand gently cupping the back of my head and guiding it down onto her shoulder. "Shhh, its okay, sweetie. As soon as you take those boxers off we can start picking out things for you. Don't you want some pretty panties of your own? Natasha and I are going to pick out the prettiest things in the store for you to try on, don't you want to look pretty for your mistress? Don't you want to wear some pretty little panties home instead of those ugly boxers?" She whispered it all in my ear, her voice gentle but urgent. Her breath washed hotly across my ear and I felt my cock stiffen again at what she was saying. All I had to do was take my boxers off and soon I could be wearing some of the beautiful panties that surrounded me. I could wear them home! If she would let me get enough I might not ever have to wear boxers again. My hands flew down and undid my belt and pants. I kicked off my shoes frantically and slid the boxers off. Nothing could have felt better than having those nasty boxers off of my cock, at least nothing other than having a pair of pretty, silk panties on it instead. I stood there with my cock jutting out just underneath the hem of my polo shirt, tenting it out lewdly. I flushed red with embarrassment at being almost naked in front of a stranger and with excitement at the thought of the panties and stockings and such that surrounded me. "You look silly. Take off that shirt too." Sarah said as I stood there. "Yeah, it's hiding the best part." Natasha giggled. I flushed deep red, and I could feel tears running down my face in shame, but I didn't want to disobey Sarah anymore. I was afraid that if I made her mad she might not get me any panties, or worse yet she might make me put the boxers back on! The thought was too much to bear. I reached down and pulled the shirt over my head. Sarah smiled at me, her eyes drifting down to my hard cock jutting out. Natasha clapped with glee and giggled, "Oh he's perfect! You made him shave too! Such a slim little body, except for that cock he looks just like a little girl!" I blushed a deep red, but I felt my cock growing even harder at the compliment. I looked like a girl! I loved the thought. I imagined myself in the pretty clothes all around me and felt my knees go weak and my head lighten as even more blood rushed to my already engorged cock. Sarah smiled at Natasha, and then turned to me. "Now ask Miss Natasha to find you some pretty little panties to wear, slut." I gulped in a breath of air, still ashamed at my behavior, but the thought of getting to slide panties on and feel their silky smoothness on my cock made that a secondary consideration. I would have done anything to be allowed to wear panties. I turned to Natasha, my eyes downcast. "Please will you find me some pretty panties to wear?" Sarah stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. "That's not the proper way to address one of my friends, slut! I can see I've been too lenient with you. I have half a mind to make you put those boxers back on and wear them for the rest of the weekend." I reached up and touched my cheek tenderly; it stung something fierce from her slap. I burst into tears at her threat. If she made in I me wear those boxers again I would die, I was sure of it. I fell to my knees before her, my shoulders shaking with sobs I couldn't control. "P-please mistress... I'm so sorry, I won't ever do it again. Please let me make it up to you. I'll do anything, but please don't make put on those, those b-boxers. I'll do anything you want." I couldn't see it through my tears but Sarah smiled at me amusedly. "Crawl over to Miss Natasha and beg her to forgive you for disrespecting her. I'll leave it in her hands what to do with you." I felt my sobs redouble at the shame of not only being naked and already begging to be allowed to wear panties, but having to crawl over to a perfect stranger and beg her to forgive me. But there was no way I could disobey Sarah, she was my mistress, and I didn't want her to get so mad she made me wear the boxers again. So, I crawled over to Natasha over the cold marble tiles of the floor. "Please Miss Natasha, forgive me. I am so sorry, I'll never let it happen again." "Hm, maybe you won't. But I don't know if such a disrespectful little slut deserves to wear pretty panties, I think a nasty rude little slut like you should wear boxers." She looked down at me, and her eyes were filled with none of the tenderness that Sarah's usually were. I panicked. What could I possibly do to convince her to let me wear the panties? I threw myself down, kissing her feet through the straps of the sandals she was wearing. Totally abasing myself before her, my tears dripping down onto her feet as I leaned over them, my breathing coming in ragged gasps. "Please Miss Natasha, please! I'll do anything you want! Oh please let me make it up to you!" I heard her laugh, but I kept kissing and begging and crying. "Anything slut? Hm, well maybe a bad, little boy like you just needs a spanking. I don't know though, you were quite rude..." "Oh yes please! Spank me! Punish me! I was such a bad little slut! I deserve to be spanked, Miss Natasha! Please punish me with a spanking!" I couldn't believe I was actually begging to be spanked by a perfect stranger, that I actually did want to be spanked rather than have to wear my boxers. Natasha teased me a little more, letting me continue to beg for a spanking, kissing her shoes, even licking the soles slavishly when she lifted them up. Finally she agreed that she would spank me and if I was very good and didn't try to get away she would pick out some panties for me to try on. I was so relieved; I loved her almost as much as I loved Sarah. She forgave me! I wouldn't have to wear the boxers! I would have done anything to avoid it, anything she asked. She made me follow her over to a couch that was sitting outside of the dressing rooms. She walked quickly so I had to scramble on the cold marble to keep up. My knees felt like someone had taken a hammer to them by the time I reached the couch, but I was awaiting my spanking eagerly. The sooner I got it over with, the sooner I could start trying on panties! "Get up across my lap, slut. I'm going to spank you until I get tired of it, if you try to get away then I'll make you put on your boxers and leave my store, and I won't ever let you buy panties here." She said it sternly as she took off the light suit jacket that covered her silk cream-colored blouse. I had thought she was pretty before, but now I realized that her breasts were even bigger than Sarah's and just as shapely. I still preferred brunette's, but I felt my cock get hard again as I spied the outline of a lacy bra through then thin silk and imagined burying my face in her big, soft breasts. She noticed that and laughed cruelly. She reached down and hiked her skirt up a little bit, exposing the garter line of her stocking tops. I wondered what she was doing when she pulled off her panties. Even as she was wadding them up I could see the dark wet spot in the crotch. Apparently she was as excited by my antics as I was becoming by hers. "And I don't want you making any noise. A little sissy boy like you is bound to start wailing and crying, so I'm going to help you out." With that she reached forward and stuffed the panties into my mouth forcefully. She didn't stop until they were all the way inside of my mouth. I moaned and gagged a little, then my mouth adjusted to the intrusion. I could taste her juices in the panties and I shivered, my cock jerking at my waist. She leaned back and slapped one of her thighs lightly. "Get up here slut. I want you across my lap." I climbed up onto the couch and positioned myself across her lap, squirming around to get my hips centered in the middle of it. I felt her reach down and grab my cock, then slide it until it was encased between her thighs. I moaned into the gag at the feeling of her soft, stocking-clad thighs encasing my throbbing cock. I was afraid for a moment that I was going to come right then and there! Luckily she saved me by pinching me sharply on the ass, causing me to shout, though luckily the panties muffled the sound into something akin to a surprised grunt. I've always had a really low pain threshold. As a kid I wasn't able to play sports because of it. I don't know why it is, but I know that things that other people seem to shake off with no trouble can make tears flood my eyes. It's not exactly that I can't take the pain, but a stubbed toe usually has me sitting down and cursing for minutes, where as other people just seem to be able to walk it off without much trouble. I figured that the spanking wouldn't really be a big deal, just kind of some playful swats that wouldn't really hurt. I was wrong. Smack! She must've gotten her whole arm behind that swing. I could feel my ass tingling, as I screamed into the gag. Smack! I couldn't believe how much it hurt. Smack! I felt tears flood into my eyes and I started to squirm, tensing as I anticipated the next blow. Smack! I bawled into the gag, bucking on her lap. Only the thought of the boxers kept me from jumping off her lap right then and there. By the tenth slap tears were running freely down my face and my ass felt like it was on fire. By the twentieth I was starting to wonder if the boxers wouldn't be preferable to this. I couldn't believe how much force she could get into each slap. Even though she was alternating cheeks I felt like she had broken the skin or something it hurt so much. I was babbling into the panties, begging incoherently for her to stop, no longer even able to think clearly enough to try to get away. Then I noticed a different sensation. My cock was rubbing up and down in between her thighs, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body each time she brought her hand down. By number forty I was unabashedly humping her beautiful thighs, the pain and pleasure mixing in my head. My ass rising to meet each slap, then my hips thrusting down to take my cock back into the soft silky crevasse of her thighs. I couldn't tell the difference between the pain and pleasure anymore. "What a slut, he loves it!" I heard Natasha laugh sadistically. My face flushed bright red as I realized she was right, but I didn't stop, I couldn't, I was out of control. "Yeah, you two look incredible, so sexy. His ass is the color of a strawberry." I hadn't even realized that Sarah had come over I was so caught up in the pleasure and pain of the vicious spanking. "Did you do this to him?" Natasha sounded a bit out of breath, but the pace of her spanking didn't slow in the slightest. "No. I was planning to, but I'm still going through the fetishes right now. This is all him." Sarah sounded pleased, but I really wasn't paying attention to anything but the slaps on my ass and the feel of Natasha's thighs on my cock. "Wow, you're a lucky girl Sarah. He'll be unbelievable when you finish with him." The spanking started getting harder, as if Natasha took it as I challenge that I was enjoying it. "Of course he will. See if you can make him come." Sarah was out of breath now too, I managed a glance over at her and saw her sitting in chair across from us, her dress pulled up to her hips and one hand buried in her panties rubbing frantically while the other was inside her top playing with one of her prefect breasts. "Are you joking? He'll make a mess, I can't leave something like that on one of the couches here, this place opens in two hours." "He'll clean it up, don't worry, he loves to lick up his own come." "Alright, but he better do a good job." With this Natasha increased both the pace and the force of the spanking. I felt her thighs tighten around my thrusting cock. I was out of my mind. The pain was unbearable, the pleasure unbelievable. I felt like she had stripped the skin off my ass, I felt like my cock was going to explode. I could hear Sarah start moaning and gasping with pleasure from the chair across from us. Somehow it wasn't quite enough to get me over the edge. Then I looked over at her and met her deep, hot, sexy eyes. She licked her lips seductively and mouthed the words 'come you little whore.' My cock exploded instantly. My hips jack-hammering into Natasha's sweet thighs. I felt like I was pumping gallons of come. The whole time I stared into Sarah's eyes as her body too tensed and bucked with an orgasm. Natasha continued spanking me until I stopped thrusting into her and collapsed across her lap. My body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I started sobbing as the release of my passion caused the pain from my abused ass to flood into my mind untempered by the pleasure of my cock. Natasha let me rest there a moment, stroking my ass gently until I had the sobbing under control, then she pushed me off her lap into a kneeling position on the floor. I looked up into her eyes, eyes filled with the passion that she had been unable to release with me on her lap. "You want to lick it up don't you, cumslut?" Sarah asked from behind me, placing a special emphasis on the last word. It hit me like a thunderbolt. I looked down at Natasha's thighs and I could see the streaks of my come marring her beautiful white stockings. Could see it pooling up on the couch cushion and glistening wetly on her soft white thighs. There was so much of it! It was everywhere. I normally lick up my own come after I masturbate, imagining that some mistress is telling me to. I've never really liked the taste, but I have always like the thought of being made to do it. This was different, my mouth watered for it. I wanted nothing more than to lick up every last little bit, to savor every drop. I even forgot about the panties surrounding me, instead thinking only about the ones in my mouth, wishing more than anything that they weren't there so I could suck up all the beautiful come right in front of me. "Clean up your mess, slut," Natasha leaned forward and yanked the panties roughly out of my mouth, spreading her thighs to give me access. Tears of gratitude flooded my eyes and I let out a moan of unadulterated pleasure as the obstacle was removed. I dove forward, burying my face in the cushion and sucking up the sweet come as quickly as I could. Letting it roll around in my mouth before swallowing it to make room for more. I was amazed to feel my cock swelling to hardness again, after I had come so hard only a few moments before. I found every little bit of my come on the couch, then licking my lips to make sure I had gotten every bit in my mouth I turned to Natasha's thighs. Nothing could have come between me and that come except a direct order from Sarah, and maybe not even that. I moved foreword even farther, gathering up every drop that covered those silky white stockings, and then savoring the bits on the exposed flesh above them. I licked my lips again to make sure it was all in my mouth, then started to settle back on my heels, disappointed that there was no more, wishing my mistress would let me come again so I could eat more of my come. "Oh, no you little slut. You got your orgasm, now it's my turn." Natasha grabbed me roughly by the hair and smashed my face into her pussy. She smelled and tasted different than my mistress, not bad though; she was just as intoxicating. But she didn't want the same things as Sarah had. Instead of letting me lick her she kept hold of my hair and mashed my face against her as she humped her wet pussy up and down until I was soaked with her juices. When she came her thighs clamped down so hard on my head, and she pulled so hard on my hair that I was afraid she might either rip it out or suffocate me with her sweet pussy. It was so long before she let up that I was actually starting to see spots and felt a little lightheaded. She kept hold of my hair though until I had used my mouth to clean up all the come that glistened on her thighs and pussy lips. I found myself once again licking my lips, then furtively running my fingers along my face to gather up the juices there and then licking them clean. She smiled at me amusedly and I blushed deep red, but I kept on until I had gotten every drop of her come too. She looked up over my shoulder at Sarah, "I take it that was your work?" "I told you not to worry, Nat." Sarah smiled from where she stood, readjusting her dress until it hung pristinely once more. "Who was worried?" They both laughed. "I think its time we found him something more fitting to wear." Sarah looked down at me smiling tenderly. "He does look cute like that, but I just can't wait until you seem him in a pair of panties and stockings." "That can be arranged." They both laughed again. I flushed even darker red at the thought, but my cock got even harder if that's possible. "Thank you mistress, thank you Miss Natasha." Sarah's smile could have rivaled the sun for brightness, "Your welcome, sweetie. Why don't you just sit on the couch here and play with your little cock while we go find you some pretty little panties to wear?" I nodded obediently and moved to a seated position on the couch, wincing as my ass came in contact with the cushion, even though it was incredibly soft. I immediately grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it slowly, sighing with pleasure and looking around at all the beautiful lingerie in the store. Every time a drop of precum would appear at the tip I would run my finger across it and suck it clean hungrily. Natasha and Sarah moved through the store, carefully examining the different selections for ones that they thought would look good on me. I couldn't count the pairs of panties I tried on over the next hour and a half, not to mention stockings, garters, merry widows, and almost every other type of lingerie imaginable. I ended up with at least twenty pairs of panties that were judged good enough to take home, almost as many pairs of stockings, several nighties, a sexy silk robe, and even half a dozen bras, which I didn't understand. I ended up wearing a pair of sheer white panties with lace around the edges and little pink bows at the hips, and a matching pair of thigh-high stockings under my Dockers. In fact, I'd just finished getting dressed when the first of Natasha's coworkers arrived to start the workday. I flushed red when Natasha introduced us and my heart pounded, sure that yet another stranger was about to know the perverse events I was being subjected to, but neither Sarah nor Natasha said a word to her, instead Natasha simply finished ringing Sarah up and invited her to come back again soon. "I'm sure I'll see you around, Tristan." The look in her and Sarah's eyes was all the confirmation I needed to be sure of it too. "Thank you, Miss Natasha, I look foreword to it." I couldn't quite meet her eyes as I said that, but I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. I followed Sarah out to her car carrying all the bags. It was only fair, I thought blushing, they were all for me after all. I put them in the trunk and got in the car. Sarah leaned over and kissed me passionately, her tongue forcing its way past my lips and stroking eagerly into my mouth. That kiss seemed to last forever, I could barely breath by the end of it, and I moaned with delight as she bit my lip lightly before leaning back and pulling out of the parking lot. "You're such a sweetie." Once again she emphasized the last words and I felt a change come over me. I was still very much aware of the panties and stockings I had on, and the boxes and bags full of them in the trunk. I was even still aroused by them, but they were no longer the only things I could think about. "Um, thanks, you too," I mumbled lamely, a bit taken aback by the change. She looked over at me and smiled, "Don't be worried, I just deactivated the suggestions I used on you in there. Since you already fantasized about them you might experience some leakage." When I just stared at her blankly she continued, "What I mean is it might intensify those fantasies." "Oh, okay, that's alright," I smiled at her reassuringly, in case she was afraid I would be upset. "Good, cause now we have to get back home for tonight's treatment. I want you to have a clear head when we start." She smiled at me softly, that amused look back in her eyes. Oh boy, I thought, here we go again.
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