Amy\'s Education

AMY’S EDUCATION -- PART ONE

THE AWAKENING

Clay Wright was the sole surviving and youngest son of Jack and Sarah Wright. He was just about to turn 29 when his parents were tragically killed in an airplane crash off the coast of Italy where they had been vacationing. Together with the inheritance and insurance money which Clay received after his parents estate had been settled and all debts and taxes were paid, he had almost six hundred million dollars in his own name. He started a foundation in honor of his parents and a large scholarship program at Westfield College where his mother had graduated 35 years earlier.

To qualify for the scholarship, the candidate had to be an exceptional female athlete with a desire to teach physical education. As part of the scholarship, the College was to provide a part-time job for the winning candidate in the school library not to exceed 10 hours a week; the candidate had to agree to this “work assistance” provision to qualify for the scholarship. Clay was to interview each candidate and, after a review of all paperwork, would himself decide who would get the four year scholarship, worth over $25,000 each year at Westfield.

Early in his twenties, Clay had begun his private, and rather extensive collection of erotic literature -- his focus was on books, stories, pictures, and paraphernalia pertaining to submissive women. He was an avid collector and had plenty of money to devote to his passion which consumed him almost as much as his vast business interests. While he had not settled on a particular woman as a mate, his sex life was active and his libido was constantly spurred on by the nature of his collection. He was handsome, with a chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes, and was well muscled at six feet two inches tall -- a “David” or “Adonis” figure some said. He exuded authority and good manners.

Amy Graham was eighteen years old and a senior at Tyler High School in West Nashville when she applied for the Jack and Sarah Wright Scholarship at Westfield. She was among six other young women who sent a scholarship application to the school. Amy was a state regional tennis champion and her dossier was impressive. During her on-campus interview, which was held four months before she graduated, she told Clay that she hoped to continue her tennis training and looked forward to spending time in the library where she could keep her academic focus. She was from a poor family; her mother had little money since her father died the year before without life insurance. While tuition would be covered by the scholarship, expenses and housing were not. The part-time job would help in this regard and she could take a student loan. With all this aid she felt she could get along during the four years at Westfield providing that she got the scholarship.

Clay was taken with Amy’s honesty, ambition, and desire for a college education. He also liked the way she presented herself and with her natural beauty. She told him she was five foot eight inches tall and weighed 119 pounds. She was not shy about answering Clay’s rather intimate details about her personal life. Clay knew he would be in trouble with the authorities if she complained about his questioning of her but she seemed so calm and at ease with him he felt he could take certain liberties.

Amy said she had dated a number of boys her age, and at one point was dating one young man exclusively, but she was not serious about any of them. She told Clay that she was an only child. Her parents were very conservative and she was still a virgin, kept in tight rein by her father who, until she was 16 years old, whacked her behind with a wooden paddle when she did not conform to his house rules.

Before the initial interview ended, Clay had explained that before he could make any decisions regarding the scholarship money he would have to interview each of the remaining candidates and that he would make arrangements to meet with her again soon. While the other young women were all quite well qualified and impressive, Amy, was the one by far who caught his attention and he looked forward to a second interview with her.

During the second conversation Clay mentioned that she was likely to be the most qualified candidate for the money but that there were some “strings” attached which he hoped she could accept.

The “strings” were that Amy would have to agree to write a “contract” in her own words that stated that she would do everything she could during the four years of her education to keep in good physical condition to include increasing her strength, flexibility, and endurance; meet with him for a private dinner on the first and third Saturday evening of each month; assist him in the organization and display of his private library at various times through the school year; and refrain from any physical intimacy with any man or women without his personal approval. She would have to agree to repay him all of the scholarship money he spent on her if she violated any of these four conditions.

At their third meeting Amy provided a well worded, notarized, statement to the effect that she would comply to each of the specified conditions. After Clay read the letter, which was handwritten and folded neatly in a scented envelope, he could feel the blood surge in his pants and he was emboldened to kiss her lightly on the lips. Amy blushed, and seemed pleased. She averted her eyes from his; frankly she could feel the juices in her pussy begin to flow. Clay told her that she was certainly his choice for the scholarship and that he would advise the administration of his decision later that day. He asked that she send him a picture of her for his records at her earliest opportunity.

He received the pictures in less than six days; actually, she sent him a full role of pictures. Most of them showed her in tennis togs playing at her high school and in a one piece swim suit playing volleyball at the beach with her friends. There were three additional shots of her alone at a pool wearing a very small black, string bikini. Clay guessed that she had taken these pictures herself using a delay feature on her camera as they were a bit off center. Clay knew from having met her in street clothes that Amy was a very well built young woman and that she was in wonderful physical condition but the bikini pictures said it all.

 

 

 

Her legs were long, well muscled and tanned; her hips small. Her back was straight and her shoulders broad. Her belly was hard and her waist thin. Her breasts spilled from her bikini top; certainly a “c” cup or larger. He was sure she was among the most well proportioned women he had ever seen. And, he was impressed with Amy’s sharp hazel eyes, fashionably long, wavy auburn hair, soft full lips, high cheek bones, and bright smile; she seemed to exude a sly sexuality right into the camera lens. Was she telling him something? He got another erection.

Amy graduated from high school in May and started class at Westfield just before Labor Day. She began her modest work routine at the college library and was pleased to find a note from Clay waiting for her there. In it he suggested they meet for one of their private dinners at a small restaurant close to campus on Saturday at 7. They would both find their own way to the place. He briefly mentioned that he was pleased with her photographs and that she should feel free to wear something casual for dinner. He was eager to find out what she considered “casual”.

He was not disappointed. The air was warm and she wore a short, white, sleeveless, cotton dress that was hemmed about two inches above her knee and hugged her hips perfectly without a wrinkle. She had on white enamel loop earrings and a neat chain pendant. She wore white sandals with a modest heel that accentuated her trim ankle and well-formed calf muscle. He got another hard-on that he had trouble hiding.

During dinner Amy told him that she was already enrolled in an aerobic conditioning class, a yoga class, and a modest weight class at the local gym. She said that during the summer she had been begun a jogging regimen and had really tightened up. Her tennis game had actually improved. She said was getting along well in her classes and was pleased with her progress in acclimating as a freshman. She did not lack for a sense of maturity and self confidence.

Clay felt he would not interfere with her grades if he asked Amy to come to his home to begin help him organize his collection. He gently told her of the erotic nature of the collection and asked if she would be embarrassed by that type of material. Amy indicated that while she had no prior experience with erotic literature she did not feel she would be uncomfortable with it. She was “good to go.” Clay looked at her directly and asked her if she was still in full compliance with all the four points of her scholarship “contract”. She returned his gaze and indicated emphatically that she was and that she wouldn’t disappoint him.

He decided to drive her back to her apartment and noticed she didn’t mind that her dress slid high on her thighs when she wiggled into the front seat of his small Mercedes roadster. When he pulled to a stop he assisted her from the car, took her chin gently in his left hand, and again kissed her softly on the lips. She kept her arms at her sides until his lips broke their touch with hers. She became aroused once again and she could feel the moistness of her pussy as she slowly walked to her room.

After a week, she phoned him at the number he had given her. She said she would have about four hours Sunday afternoon to help him with his library work. He said he was busy on some other project at that time but would appreciate it if she could work alone until he finished up. He would pick her up at the apartment shortly after noon.

Her hair was in a pony tail and she was wearing snow white sneakers, very high-cut shorts that showed off her tight bottom and long legs, and a cutoff tee shirt that showed off her slim and muscled mid- section. Clay was dazzled. And, Amy was virtually speechless when Clay came to the stone pillars and high, ornate, iron gate that framed the entrance to driveway of his mansion home not ten minutes from campus. She had no previous idea how Clay lived.

She got out of the roadster herself and stood in wonderment at the magnificent stone home. He said it had taken him years to build and was just recently completed. He led her indoors and showed her around -- a three car garage, five bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, a large entrance hall, a gathering room, a dining room already set for 18 people, a tidy but large office, a movie room, a large library full of unorganized papers and boxes, a modern chef’s kitchen, a billiard room, several other rooms the reason for which she either could not determine or was not shown, a maid’s quarters, a spa, workout room, and a larger than life indoor/outdoor, heated pool with Jacuzzi. The estate had a running track and manicured grounds which were as spectacular as the scenic view.

He took her back to the library and unlocked it again. It was a very spacious room with polished old oak plank flooring, a very large modern TV, leather covered chairs and sofas plus all the decorative shelving and decor of an old fashioned gentleman's club room. He told her that this room was always kept locked and was off limits to his maid. The room connected to another locked room that also was off limits to even her, at least for the moment. He mentioned that it was the collection of books, papers, magazines, videos, movies, and whatnot that were scattered about the room that had prompted him to ask her for help. He said he would leave her alone for the afternoon and come back to take her home about four or five p.m.

Amy found an unused table she could use to started the task of organizing all the books she found. She put all the hard bound editions on shelves, at first, in no certain order, and began to organize the paper back books by size on the table. She found many magazines with pictures of women in bondage or in erotic attire. She found videos whose covers showed women also in bondage of one stressful position or another.

After about two hours, she decided to actually crack the covers of some of these books. It became clear that, for the most part, these books dealt with the domination and discipline of submissive women. Not only was her curiosity aroused but so also was her libido. Her nipples were hard and her pussy juices were running freely when Clay came to take her home.

He found her curled up in one of the leather chairs quite engrossed by what she was reading. She seemed startled and a bit nervous that he had seen her reading and not working. He took her by the hand without a word. Clay asked if she found the books interesting; her eyes gave him the answer.

In fact, after a moment, she asked if she could borrow one or two of the paperback books for a week or so. She explained that she had never seen or heard of anything quite like this particular library. Of course Clay was only too glad to oblige her. They rode back to her apartment in virtual silence. Amy was deep in thought and Clay did not want to interrupt her musings; no doubt about the books.

She bounded out of the roadster almost before the car came to a complete halt. She came around to the driver’s side and said “I know this may seem quite bold and out of the blue but, do you want to have sex with me now?”

Clay opened his door and clasped her hands in his. He said, “Dear Amy, you are a treasure. What a beautiful offer you have just made and it’s even more special because you tell me you are still a virgin. You are a vibrant, erotic, and beautiful women and any normal man would jump at the chance to go to bed with you. But, let’s hold off for a while.

“Let’s make sure you are on the pill or taking shots to prevent pregnancy. I’ll bring you a medical certificate to prove my own sexual good health. I think we need to know more about each other and perhaps more about ourselves before we actually sleep together. I’d like our relationship to develop further based on trust and mutual understanding and respect. Are you OK with that?”

She looked him in the eyes and nodded.

He let her hand drop to her side and kissed her gently again on the lips knowing he was letting a very good opportunity go by the boards. He put his arm around her waist and felt the outline of her thin thong panties. He put his other hand on her back and felt the small strap of her bra. He kissed her again. Her body language let it be known that she would welcome a firmer squeeze. The press of her tits against his chest and her pelvis against his groin were sure signs of her desires. Rather, he just patted her arm and she ran off to her room with her borrowed books in hand headed straight for her favorite vibrator.

They met regularly, as scheduled, at least twice a month for dinner. She asked that he bring her more of the erotic books in his collection as she wanted to continue her “erotic education” as she put it. However, because as the semester was winding down she had to study and could not get back to the mansion. .

Amy was reading his books quickly and devouring every thought. She felt as though she could really speak the language of a submissive and knew what to expect from a domineering man. She rehearsed little scenes in her head as she masturbated almost every night.

Their private conversations were getting more personal now; each revealing how they felt about spiritual, political, financial, and sexual matters. Although no further mention was made of Amy’s suggestion that they have sex, or even her erotic fantasies, it soon became clear that their affection for each other was deepening

Clay eventually brought her a certificate from his doctor saying he did not suffer any sexually transmittable disease and was otherwise in good health. He confessed to her that he had not dated anyone since he first met her and that he was ready for a committed relationship if she was. For her part, she repeatedly affirmed that she has still in full compliance with the scholarship “contract”.

Amy had told him that she was stunned that he had turned down her offer to take her to bed but on reflection his response only made her fonder of him. She told him that she was dazzled by his magnificent home and that she had never seen any place quite like it. She loved the way he behaved, looked, dressed, and smelled. In a nutshell she was smitten with Clay and wanted to be with him and only him.

She eventually brought up the topic of the submission of a woman to a man. She was conflicted because she had always thought of herself as a self determined women but, now she was having exciting fantasies of being restrained and taken sexually. Amy confessed to Clay that she had always wanted a “different” type of relationship with the man in her life. She had seen too many relationships flounder; she wanted one built on trust and deep passion; one that would last. The more she thought of submitting to Clay, the more she felt awakened to the prospect that for her, that would be just the “right” thing. Perhaps not politically correct, but quite in line with her needs and who she was or was becoming.

Amy’s first freshman semester was successful. The Christmas holidays were over and she was back at school feeling rejuvenated. Her relationship with Clay was developing nicely. In fact, Clay had opened an account for her at the trendiest young women's clothing shop in town. They were dating regularly and being seen around town as a couple now.

Because of her beauty and statuesque bearing, not to mention her choice of clothing, she was now attracting the attention of men and women alike wherever they went. She was still a virgin and while proud of that fact, she was scheming to change that. Clay for his part had taken many cold showers and had masturbated thinking of Amy’s firm and nubile body.

In the early days of October, and almost one year to the day following their first meeting, Clay took Amy to a very quaint and out-of-the-way restaurant for dinner. The restaurant, “The Beaten Path” was new to her but Clay knew the owner and matre d’. They gave him a corner table with a clear view of the other patrons who, for the most part, were young, good looking couples.

After cocktails, Clay reaffirmed his commitment to Amy. He asked her directly if she could now submit everything about her to him without reservation; to willingly transfer to him the power to control her time and body and let him make the major decisions regarding her life. Amy was not surprised by the question as she had thought about that question many times in the previous months. Yes, she knew herself and was really ready, but, she could only manage an affirmative nod.

Clay could see the waiter returning with the menus. He asked her again directly if she would submit to him being her Master. He wanted a direct answer formed in a complete English sentence. Amy was flushed with embarrassment as the waiter approached the table.

“Amy!” Clay demanded. “Answer my question right now; right here in front of Michael. He will understand perfectly.”

Amy averted her eyes from both men. Clay told her to look at him directly and answer his question.

“Yes, I want you to be my Master” Amy finally responded. “I will obey you and submit to your control. I love you and will obey you,” she said in a quavering, small, voice but one that both men could hear.

The waiter gulped. He gathered his composure, then told them of the specials of the day and left the menu’s for the couple to peruse.

Clay told Amy that from now on she was his special women and that he would treat her in very special ways. He told her that as a sign of her willingness to submit to him he wanted her to slip out of her panties and hand them to him across the table.

Again, a growing anxiety and embarrassment began to creep over Amy. She did not speak. She knew what she wanted and there was no time to lose here. She straightened her shoulders and pressed down on the top of her panties through her dress until they were off her hips and fell down her legs. She reached down in one deft move as they hit the floor and scooped them up with her right hand which was facing away from the other patrons. She just knew that everyone had seen what she had done. Then, she handed the panties across the table to Clay who held out his hand, palm up, to receive them.

“Master, I want you to have my panties tonight to seal our new relationship as master and submissive,” Amy said. “They may be slightly moist at the crotch as you have gotten me all worked up,” she added with a twinkle.

Clay was more than pleased with her. He told her to slide her dress up so that her bottom was touching the leather of the chair on which she was seated. Actually, Amy had been expecting this command and did not hesitate to comply although she was concerned that she would leave a wet spot on the furniture.

Clay ordered meals for both of them.

During dinner, he asked that she tell him how she masturbated. He asked her many questions about her technique and what she thought about. Then, he asked if she could feel her juices flowing. She nodded affirmatively. At that, he told her to reach beneath her skirt and run her right pointer finger inside her and offer him a taste of her juices across the table before the dessert cart was brought to them. This time, Amy was not ready for that particular demand and she sat there like a deer caught in the headlights.

He glared at her and said, “Amy, your hesitation is unacceptable. You will do as I say immediately and you will be punished for your impudence when we get home.” Amy knew he was serious, and from reading his books she had an idea of what was in store for her, which only made her juices flow more actively. She cautiously did as he had demanded of her. She was sure everyone in the place saw her do it.

While they lingered at the table, Clay told her that from now her body language was important. She was to sit erect with her tits high and nipples pressing against what ever she was wearing. She was to show in her demeanor that he was the master and she was the submissive.

He told her that words themselves were also important to their relationship. She was to refer to him as “Master” or “sir” and to call each of her erogenous body parts by their most graphic name. Her vagina was to be her “cunt”; her clitoris was her “clit”; breasts were to be her “tits”. She was to be called and refer to herself as “slave”, “sex slave”, or “submissive Amy”. His penis was to be referred to as his “cock”. The act of penis penetration was to be called “a fuck” no matter which bodily orifice of hers he used. She was to get used to dirty talk such as “slut” and “whore” when he referred to her.

Amy quickly caught on, and perhaps in a flash of insight gleaned from her readings and intent to minimize her punishment, said with her eyes down cast, “Master, I am very grateful for the opportunity to offer you a taste of my cunt juices and for your generosity in letting me have dinner with you here in the wonderful restaurant tonight. I look forward to being a better submissive to you as a result of the punishment you think I deserve for not responding quickly to your command to feed you my cunt juices.”

“Amy, you are expected to excite me and suggest erotic games from now on. I have not even fucked you yet. I’d like you to think of a proper, submissive, way to ask me to take your virginity and punish you tonight. When we get in the car, hike up your dress over your thighs so I am able to touch your cunt as we drive home. Once I begin to touch you, spread your legs wide and sit on your hands. Then start to tell me how to deal with you tonight. Do you understand slave?”

“Oh yes, Master, I understand what you expect of me and I will do my darndest to satisfy you.”

With that, Clay called for the check, gave a knowing wink and large tip to the waiter, and they left the building.

He was driving his big Lincoln Town Car that evening. Amy settled into the front seat on the passenger side and immediately pulled her skirt up high over her thighs and sat directly on the soft leather and she spread her legs wide apart and hiked herself up on her hands as she had been instructed.

“When did you start shaving your cunt, my little slave”? He asked.

“Master, I got the idea from your books and I like the feel and look of my cunt that way. I shave it smooth every day. Does it please you, Master?” She replied.

“Yes, slave, I love the look of a neatly shaved cunt and I will inspect you from time-to-time to see that you do a good job of it. I may also want you to experiment with a small patch of pubic her just above your cunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Amy responded.

He reached across the seat to touch her. “I’m going to enjoy your clit now. Despite what excitement you may feel there I expect you to concentrate on telling me how you should be punished tonight and what I should do to prepare you for your first fucking”?

From what he could tell, Amy had a very prominent and engorged clit. What would her climaxes by like?

“Master, I am so excited about being punished I hardly can contain myself. I know I can’t have a climax without your permission, Sir, but your caresses on my sensitive clit are already driving me wild especially since my legs and cunt are exposed to anyone who happens to look in the car window. You really know how to make a girl self conscious..

“To answer your question Sir, I think my punishment, if it pleases you, should be a hard bare bottom over the knee, hand spanking or even a whipping with your belt. The humiliation of a spanking like that would certainly make me think twice before I hesitated to obey you in the future.

“And, Sir, if it pleases you, perhaps you would expect me to suck your cock long and hard before you stretch me tight, spread eagle fashion, on my back before you slid your cock in my virgin cunt.”

“A well thought out and well-stated plan my little slut. Now take your hands from under your ass and remove your bra. I have never seen your naked tits before. Remove the blindfold from the glove compartment and put it on. Then, I want you to play with your nipples and hold your tits up and out for my inspection, and of course the inspection of anyone else who cares to look at you.”

“Slave, you have wonderful tits; so full and firm. And, they ride high on your chest. I can see your aureole are dark and hard; you must be very excited. And, I like the fact that your nipples are hard and long; I’ll bet they stick out over a quarter of an inch. Are you proud of your tits and nipples slave?” He asked.

“Master, truthfully, from what I can gather from seeing other women, I do have pretty nice tits and I’m glad you approve of them. If it pleases you, I will stop wearing a bra when we are together so that you will have easy access to them. As your slave I know they are for your pleasure alone.”

“Slave, did you ever see any of the women in the magazines I have in the library with nipple clips on? Did you see any master punish their slave by whipping their tits or squeezing them in a tit press or vise? Did you see women with pierced nipples?” he asked.

“Yes, Master I did see pictures like that. And, each time, I was aroused thinking what it would feel if my own tits were tormented that way too.”.

“Has anyone ever sucked on your nipples or hurt your tits, Slave?”

“Master, only once. My high school boyfriend at the time, got his hands under my blouse and gave them a good shake. I hope you aren’t disappointed with me, Sir” she said.

He let the question go unanswered. But, asked, “Slave, have you ever had a cock in your mouth”?

“Master, again, that same guy tried to push my head down on his cock but I was too scared and when I put up a fuss his erection went down. He called me a ‘cock tease.' Do you think he was right, Sir?”

Again he ignored her question. “You do realize I will want to fuck your mouth and even have you swallow my cum don’t you slave?”

“Oh, yes, Master. I’m older now and less naive. I’m your submissive women and completely in love. I know you may want to cum in my mouth, on my face, in my hair, over my tits and belly or even up my ass. I am ready for all that and am excited that you will take me any time and any way you wish.”

She hesitated, “But, only if it pleases you, Master, would you consider during the first time you fuck me that you allow my unworthy cunt to be the receptacle for your precious cum.”

“Slave, I understand, I’m in charge here and you will get what I feel you deserve and what I want you to have. Now, early tomorrow morning I want you to make a point to search the web and order a few new dildos of various sizes as well as a customized-to-fit wooden tit press. Present them to me immediately when they arrive. We'll wait for the appropriate time to have a nipple piercing ceremony.”

“Can you imagine having your nipples pinched tightly with metal clips, slave? ”

“Well, Sir, I’m sure it would hurt terribly since they’re not used to rough treatment but I know that will change now that you are in charge of them,” she said with a smile.

She was still rubbing her nipples and he was lightly stroking her clit with his right hand as he drove the Town Car through the massive iron gates and into the mansion driveway. When he stopped the engine, he told her to replace the blindfold into the glove box and remove all her clothing since he wanted her to walk to the house nude, except for her high heels. “Go straight to the library slave, stand tall, tits out, legs apart, arms high over head in a stiff standing attention position until I get there.”

She did not hesitate. She was quick to assume the exaggerated position Clay had ordered.

When he came into the room they both realized she was completely naked before him for the first time. He walked around her as though he was admiring a statue taking in every curve and nuance of her body. He ran his fingers over her tanned face and taut nipples. He felt the swell and firmness of her breasts. He moved his hands over her cunt and lightly touched her anal sphincter.

He then told her to put her arms at her sides and stand tall with her feet together. Then, he came to her and placed his right had around her waist and his left hand up high on the back of her neck as he had done many times before when she was clothed; he then kissed her mouth and opened it with his tongue. His tongue snaked to the back of her mouth for a long time and his right hand skittered across her well muscled back and shoulders and down her spine to her ass.

He told her to spread her legs wide again. He found her cunt juice's flowing and with a moist finger spread her ass. With some force he pressed against her anal sphincter until he made penetration. She gasped but remained under control.

He stepped back to admire her once again. With one hand he grasped her left nipple and squeezed it very hard. Again, she remained under control without complaint. He rewarded her with another grinding body hug and deep throat kiss.

When he released her, he told her that she would now see what was behind the locked door of the adjoining room. When he opened it she could see that the door itself was almost a foot thick and made of heavy wood. He turned on the dim lights. She could see there were carpeted steps leading downward and that the lights along the walls were replicas of old fashioned sconces.

The room was furnished like a dungeon from the middle ages with a large bed including leather cuffs dangling from the corners, whips, chains, bondage benches, X frame posts, a pillory, and other discipline furniture. There was so much in the room she could not take it all in. She could not know it but the room was equipped with four low light video recorders and play back units. Remote control devices let him move the cameras to cover the entire room and to get close up and wide angle shots. After the heavy door automatically behind them she could tell the room was well sound proofed.

He held her hand down the steps. She knew the punishment session was about to begin; she was nervous but excited. Her first day as a complete submissive and already she was naked in the punishment dungeon of her Master.

“Slave, I am going to spank you over my knee as you suggested. I will hurt you. But, you may find the pain turns into a pleasurable feeling. You may not be able to sit down comfortably after I’m done spanking you for some time.

“We will not use code words or passwords to convey your desires in this relationship. My decision is the only one that matters. And, during our sessions down here, most all of which are intended to reinforce the power I have on you, you should feel free to cry or scream was you feel the pain. . Do you understand, my little girl”?

His reference to her as his little girl excited her especially since she was going to get a spanking.

Without her knowledge, he flicked on the recording devise to catch her answer. She would catalogue and watch the full tape at another time.

“Yes, Master, I do understand. I know I acted too slowly for you earlier tonight. I am so sorry and will do better in the future. My body is ready for the punishment I deserve. If it pleases you, Master, may I now lay across your lap so you spank my bare ass?”

He led her to a leather covered bench about two feet long and a bit higher than a normal chair and he sat down on it. He told her to keep her high heels on and to place her cunt directly above his cock facing his left side. He wrapped his right leg over both of hers. With his left hand he pressed down on her back. The spanking, he told her, would start with his hand then change to a brush, a wooden paddle and then a leather horse whip until he was finished with her.

It wasn’t long before her tight ass cheeks were warm and quite pink. He stopped long enough to reach under her and tug on her nipples. He then picked up the spanking pace with the brush. By now, she was begging him for mercy. He carefully manipulated the remote controls on the video cameras to get a series of changing shots of her thrashing wildly on his legs.

He did stop long enough to force her legs apart so he could feel her cunt. She was quite moist and he again used that moisture to lubricate her asshole, stretching it slightly. When he was assured that she had stamina to continue, he spanked her with the wooden paddle until he could see the pink turn to red and the roundness of her ass cheeks begin to swell. By now she was crying real tears and was yelling at the top of her lungs for him to show mercy on her.

“Slave, does this paddling recall how you were punished by your father?” He asked.

“Oh, Master” she sobbed, “I’m so embarrassed here; naked and spanked. And, my ass is so sore. I never felt this way before. He did not hurt me like you and he did not toy with me like you are, Sir. Not that I am complaining of course.”

He did stop briefly but told her she was not yet done with her punishment. He was going to administer 10 additional strokes using the horse whip, five on each ass cheek, and this time she was to count each stroke until the punishment session was completed to his satisfaction.

Thwack! “One, thank you Master, oh, may I have another?” she sobbed. Thwack! “Two, thank you Master, may I have another? Thwack, “Three, thank you Master, if it pleases you may I have another?” The whip was causing her skin to welt slightly. Thwack, “Four, thank you Master, if it pleases you may I have another?” She cried bitterly. Her legs were straining and her cunt was on the verge of climax as it pressed against his legs.

Thwack! “Five, Thank you, but please Master show mercy on your undeserving slave girl. I’m having a very hard time here. Sir, if it pleases you whip me again my dearest Master. Or, if it would please you more, Sir, let me service you cock with my mouth and then fuck my ass.” Thwack!”

Before she could talk again he told her she had handled her punishment bravely and seemed to have learned her lesson. He was putting her on probation for two weeks. If she behaved badly during that time he would administer another punishment session that would include the remaining four lashes that he didn’t give her at that time. Clay rubbed oils on her inflamed ass and gave her a few minutes still lying there to compose herself.

He again adjusted the cameras to catch every move of her deflowering as he moved to the bed.

He told her that the night had only just begun and now she was going to be blindfolded and would service his cock while he lay on his back on the bed. She knew instinctively that she was to crawl to him and ask his permission to suck his cock while kneeling on the bed between his legs. He told straddle his knees, thrust her ass high into the air, and press her tits into his upper thighs.

She had never seen his cock. While blindfolded she only got her first idea of what was in store for her when she took him in her hands.

“Oh, dear me! Master, your cock may be too big for my mouth” she exclaimed.

“Nonsense! Just get to work or it’s back to the whipping bench for you slut,” he muttered.

She tasted his precum and slid the head of his cock into her mouth. She inched it forward a little at a time until it hit the back of her throat. She readjusted her neck to take more, spread her legs more at the knees, and raised her ass higher to what she imagined was a most revealing position. Little did she know what would show up on the video tape.

Clay told her that when she was ready, she could impale her unworthy cunt on his cock and lay down on his chest so that she could grind her clit onto his shaft buried deep inside her. He told her that since this was her first time being fucked that she could have as many climaxes as she could work up.

She took her time inching his cock inside her. She was very well lubricated yet she was tight. As she worked to get full penetration Clay asked; “Slave, explain to me what is happening to your body here and who you Master is.”

She was dumbfounded by the question and was hard at work getting his shaft fully in place but she managed to say “Master, it would be truthful to say that you are fucking my cunt with your beautiful cock and I am very grateful that you, as my Master, are taking my virginity.” As she lowered herself on him she hugged him around the shoulders and began to grind her clit against his shaft. “Master, if it pleases you, my dearest, may I have an orgasm now, please, oh, pretty please?” She hissed.

“Slave, control yourself” he whispered.

After a few moments she begged, “Master, I’m on the very verge of my first climax with a man and I know it’s going to be a big one. I don’t know if I can hold back any more. May I please have your permission to climax now Master. If it pleases you Master, I can clean you off with my mouth or even endure more spankings, but I beg you Sir, please let me cum now”.

“Yes, Slave you may not only have one orgasm but I want to see just how many orgasms you can achieve before I throw you in that little slave cage over there” he growled.

Each of her climaxes was accompanied by her loud shrieks and screams. After each one she arched her back again and pressed him more deeply into her; each climax giving way to animalistic groans of gratification. She was working hard and enjoying every minute. When finally fatigue took over and she could not continue, she had counted five distinctive rocking orgasms and more than a few minor ones.

He rolled her over on her back and easily put her firm, limber legs over his shoulders. Her ass burned anew against the sheets. He entered her again and thrust hard into her a few times before exploding his cum deep into her cunt. She could feel its warmth slid in her.

She soon slid down and placed his semi erect cock in her mouth. She worked it clean of her juices with her tongue. After his erection fully subsided he held her body tightly with her head resting on the right side of his chest. He caressed her still burning ass with his right hand and kept her right nipple stimulated between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand.

While they lay there he told her he was imposing some new rules on her. On Monday, she was to wear a pair of the tit clips which she was to select from the rather large selection he had displayed on a shelf in the dungeon. On Tuesday and Thursday she was to wear only a short skirt and blouse with no under pants. On Wednesday she was to wear a cunt plug under a pair of very tight jeans or short shorts. On Friday, she was to wear a butt plug under her jeans. And, each day she was to record in her journal a summary of her thoughts and experiences as a submissive. She was to keep the journal with her at all times.

“Master, I will comply with your rules and know I’ll be punished if I fail. If it pleases you now, Sir, may I speak freely and tell you how I feel at this moment?” She asked.

He gave her a hug of assent and she continued.

“Master, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I’ve had other climaxes. I’ve masturbated since puberty. But, with you it was a mind popping experience. My climaxes were thunderous and made my entire body convulse in pleasure. My nipples are raw and on fire. The spanking, which hurt like the devil, and your colorful language were really good for me. I am grateful to you for letting me set my own pace to climax and that I was able to adjust my clit on your cock the way I needed it. You have mastered me. I’m yours to use. I will obey you and serve you well, Sir. I love you.”

She knew she had found a new life and a fulfilling joy in her submission. She waited eagerly for the touch and controlling demands of her lover and Master. Her erotic education was just beginning.

End of Part #1

Note: Readers, please take a moment to tell me what you liked about this story and what you did not like. Also, do you want me to publish part # 2? LC