Introduction

The summer I turned 17, I started keeping a diary as a writing exercise. The first couple months were rather mundane, but things took a dramatic turn right after Labor Day. I recently came across the diary when we were settling my mother’s estate. The following is extracted from that diary, edited for readabilty, and only slightly embellished. I’ll follow up with more entries if folks like it.

Tuesday, September 7

BIG doings today!!! I still can’t really believe it…and the best part is that I have definite proof….

One of those late-summer, mid-Atlantic mornings….still just a hint of cool dampness, but definitely knew it would be a scorcher later on. Went to the woods with new 1000MM lens and 2X adapter, thought I’d give them a shot.

Since public schools went back yesterday, I knew I’d have the place to myself. Parked the bike off the loop, and walked down to the edge of the golf course. Got some great distance stuff of the clubhouse, etc…oh, c’mon…get to the good stuff!

Was on the way back after 3 rolls of film (both color, and 1 b/w), and decided to go down to the pit to burn one. I was still messing around with the new lens, and was looking through the viewer when I saw something moving in the sun on the berm behind the pit.

Got a good focus on….BETSY!!!!! NAKED!!!!! Damn near dropped the Nikon right there on the spot. Leaned up against a tree to try to get steadier focus…and sure enough, good ole’ Beets right there in all her glory, spread out like a starfish in the noonday sun. Loaded a roll of b/w, and decided to get closer so I could lose the 2X…

Remembered the platform E and R built, and thought I’d give it a shot. PERFECTO!!! Then, to make it even better, who comes out of the cave but Betsy’s friend Suzanne….guess they don’t start until next week either. Wearing a bikini, and carrying something in her hands….definitely won the kewpie doll on this deal!

Good thing I went to the woods today, good thing I parked the minitrail on the downside of the loop, good thing I went to the pit, and GOOD THING I USED B/W film!!!! Can’t wait for everyone to leave in the morning, so I can develop all 5 rolls of film I shot at the pit without looking over my shoulder….

Wednesday

I have to get this down in some kind of order. I laid out everything on contact sheets so I could follow a story line, and made half a dozen copies….for posterity!!! Who’da thought my next door neighbor was such a dirty girl!!! And where’s she been hiding those titties???

Made a sandwich, and sat down out back to look through what I had. Betsy naked, Suzanne standing at the edge of the pit, running her hands up and down Betsy’s body, playing with her tits, down her tummy, and into her twat….thought I was gonna lose it right there!!!!

Just about then, I heard Betsy and her mother….and heard the BIG L start the car and drive off…heard Betsy moving around on her back porch. Looking at the pictures…just kept getting dirtier…finally couldn’t stand it…I never really thought about it, but realized I OWN HER ASS!!!

"Hey Beets…you want to check out some pix I shot yesterday? Got some great stuff with my new lens." "Sure…be right over…" I really did this to someone I’ve known most of my life. A minute later, she came around to the gate, and came in. "What’d you get," she asked, sitting down and grabbing one of my butts. So I showed her….

She screamed, jumped up, threw the cig at me, yelled, "YOU SICK FUCK," and ran out. Didn’t expect that, and figured I’d better stash my extra copies DEEP in case things broke bad. Had just finished putting my closet back in order when I heard a knock at the door. Went down, and there’s Betsy, a little teary, a little shaky, but back. I opened the screen door, and she walked by me into the living room.

"What are you going to do with those pictures," she whispered. "Well, that depends." "On what?" "On you…what would you do to make sure they never got out…that no one ever saw them?" "Oh, god…." Tears really streaming now. "What do you want?"

"Well, I haven’t really had time to think about it, but given what’s in them, I’d bet you’ll go pretty far, right?" She nodded. "What," I said. "Yes," she barely breathed. "WHAT," I yelled, making her jump. "Yes," she sobbed. I took a deep breath, feeling like I was about to jump off a cliff.

"O.K., here’s the deal. You’re going to be my slave. For the next year, until I go away to college, you’ll do anything I say, anytime I say, any where I say. If you don’t, I’ll make sure these pictures get out both around the neighborhood and around your school. "

"A whole year?" "Yep, and that year starts here and now." "I’m not sure I can do this." "Tell you what, I’ve got to take a leak. If you agree, go downstairs, take your clothes off, and wait for me. When I’m done, I’ll come down. If you’re not there, I’ll know you don’t care who sees them." Without waiting for an answer, I walked past her and went to the john.

I took awhile in the bathroom…my dick was so hard it was just about impossible to pee. FINALLY I was able to unload my bladder. Washed up REALLY well, gave myself a wink in the mirror, and headed off to the greatest day of my life!

Went downstairs as quietly as I could, looked around the corner, and what a sight. There she was, over on the far side of the pool table. Her shorts and tee were on the table, and she was standing facing the fireplace. As I watched, her hands reached up to undo her bra…man , she was shaking so bad I thought she’d never get it undone. But after a half-dozen tries or so, she finally got it. She turned around to put it with her other clothes, saw me, and froze.

Before either of us had time to think, she clutched her bra to her chest and just stood there, staring at me. "God, I hate you," she hissed, without moving. "That’s not really important right now, is it? The important thing is that you’re here, you’re mine, and you were just carrying out your first order. Now put that down, and put your arms down at your sides."

She tried to stare me down, but finally looked down, reached out to drop her bra, then slowly, biting her lip, she put her hands to her side. As I watched, not saying anything, I saw a blush spread all the way from her nipples, across her chest and neck, up her face, finally disappearing into her hairline.

I croaked, "I’m getting some water. While I’m gone, finish stripping, then get up on the pool table, lay down on your back, and put your hands and feet in the corner pockets." On the way out of the room, I turned out all the lights except for the one over the table.

Got two glasses of ice water and was about to head back down when I had a thought, and went up to my room to get the one set of contacts I left out. I went back down making noise this time, and when I got back Betsy was naked, spread-eagle on the felt. I put the water and pictures on the coffee table, and went to take my first close-up look at my new toy.

Hadn’t really considered Beets as a sexual thing…too many other cuties in the neighborhood…but now that she’s mine, kinda pretty, dirty blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, skinny, 32B titties, brown cone-shaped nips, flat tummy, VERY pronounced love bone, whispy reddish-blonde pubes, boney hips, long, skinny legs.

Reached down to touch her stomach…her head’s turned to the side, eyes closed tight. As I felt her flesh for the first time, she opened her eyes wide, breathed in really deep, and closed her eyes tight again. "Open your eyes," I said. She did, staring at the wall. "Look at me, " I ordered, hand still on her tummy. As she looked at me, I almost broke. Biting her lip, tears streaming from both eyes.

"This doesn’t have to be awful, you know," I said, moving my hand in small circles. "Yeah? How would you feel if you were me?" "You didn’t seem to mind taking orders yesterday," I offered, tracing larger routes around her mid-section. "That was different! That was…" "That was what," I asked.

"Nothing," she snapped. "Just do what you’re going to do." Sliding my hand right down on top of her pubes, I said, "Now, that’s not a good attitude, is it? And before you answer, just remember why you’re here in the first place. You’re mine, and we’re gonna do things my way." I slid my hand up to her left tit, and gave it a healthy squeeze.

"OWWWWW," she raised up off the table a little, then settled back down as I eased off. "Please," she whispered, "I promised." "Promised who?" "Barb…Suzanne," she answered. "You were about to say Barbara, weren’t you?" "Oh, god" "WEREN’T YOU?" "Yes." "Sounds like a story to me. We’ll get back to that."

"First off, yesterday I watched you playing with yourself. I want to see you do that now." "Pervert," she hissed. "That may be, but you did and you will." Shutting her eyes, she slowly brought her hands down to her tits, rubbing her nips with her thumbs. "Nice," I said after a few minutes, "but I didn’t say you could shut your eyes." As she opened them, I said, "now how about moving one hand on down the way?"

Staring at the ceiling, she slowly slid her right hand down to rest between her legs, middle finger along her slit. "Please," she said, "I’m still sore." "From what, from fucking a stick?" "Yes, it was my first time." "Now THAT’s a story I’ve got to hear. But first, you’re gonna help me with a little problem. Instead of licking a wooden toy, you’re gonna try the real thing. Get up."

She rolled off the table and stood up in front of me, hands clasped together in front of her crotch, and arms squeezed together as if to hide her. "Hands at your sides and stand up straight," I ordered. "Now, go turn on all the lights, and come back here." She was REALLY quick, as if being in motion was being less exposed.

She came back to where she started, and I watched while she fought an internal war with herself, her hands moving several times to cover herself but finally going to rest at her sides again. Moving directly in front of her, I leaned in to kiss her.

She recoiled, so I stood back and barked, "’kay, if that’s the way you want it, we’ll do things the other way. Feet three feet apart, and hands behind your head." Staring right back at me, she did as I’d ordered.

"It’s probably good to get a few things straight. What are you?" "What do you mean," she said. "What are you? Why are you standing here naked in my basement? What did I tell you upstairs? What are you?" "Oh, that." "Damn right, now what are you?" "Okay, I’m your slave," she sneered.

"Right. That means your job is to make sure your Master is happy. In fact, we should probably get it out in the open. If you disobey or disappoint, you will be punished. You can always end this, and take your chances with having the world see those, " I said with a little more confidence than I was feeling and pointing to the contact sheets on the coffee table.

"What do you mean, punished?" "Well, slaves used to get whipped, and certainly bad little girls deserve to get spanked, so let’s just leave it at that for now." "Like hell you’re gonna whip me!" "Fine, then what’s it going to be…are you going to be a good slave, or do you want to take your chances?" She stood there, staring at me, wanting for all the world to tell me off. She blinked. "I’ll be good."

"Fine, then there won’t be any reason for me to punish you, will there?" "No." "I think ‘No, Sir’ would be more appropriate, don’t you?" "You’ve gotta be kidding!" "No, I’m not, and any further outburst will earn six smacks with my belt. Remember, you can always just leave. Now come over hear and kiss me."

It took her about forever to cross the 3 feet between us. She took in a deep breath, then leaned in towards me as if I was on fire. I grabbed her around the waist, and said, "Oh, c’mon. Put your arms around me and kiss me!" Slowly, her arms came up around my neck, and she pulled me to her. How can such skinny lips feel so hot and full?

As I watched, she opened her eyes only to look directly into mine. She shut her eyes tight and blushed again (man, her whole body gets hotter when she does that!), then opened her eyes to look at me as she pushed her tongue slowly into my mouth. In absolute heaven, I became increasingly aware of my hardon now pressed against her tummy.

I slid my hand up to cup her right breast, causing her to gasp a little then get right back to tongue wrestling. As I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I could feel it harden, and she began to push back against the pressure just a bit. I reached up and took hold of her wrist, slowly pulling it down between us and pressing it against my now well-tented shorts.

Mustering all the confidence I could find, I broke our kiss and said in a strong voice, "It’s time to serve your Master, slave." Stepping back to lean against the pool table, I guided her in front of me and began to push down on her shoulders. "Please, can’t we turn the lights out?" "I want to see you, slave." She whimpered a little, then allowed herself to be pushed to her knees.

"I’ve never done this before." "Really? Then what did I see yesterday?" "That was…" "That was what, practice?" "I guess so." "Well then, it’s time for the real thing. Now undo my shorts." Hands shaking, she undid my belt, unbuttoned the button, and began to pull down my fly. Her fingers slipped off the zipper several times, and I finally got frustrated, reached down, and finished the job myself.

She pulled at my shorts, and they got hung up on my cock. She pulled at the front to make room, and my 7 inches popped her right in the nose! She sat back on her heels, staring at my crotch. I looked down, my cock was twitching, ready to burst. I reached down, grabbed her by the back of her head, and pulled her back up on her knees. I slid my hands down her shoulders to her wrists, pulling her hands back to my waist.

"This time won’t take long." Holding her wrists, I started sliding her hands towards each other. As she touched me, we both jumped, but she didn’t let go. As she held me in her hands, I could see a small change come over her. She was still blushing continually, but her eyes never left my dick, which was jumping up and down like an excited puppy.

I reached back down and grabbed her gently by the pony tail. Pulling her head towards me, I said, "kiss me there." I was already on the edge, but the feeling of her warm lips on the tip of my cock sent me over, and, "OH…GODDDDDDDDD…" I shot all over her face. "EWWWWWW!!!" she screamed, and ran up the stairs where I heard the bathroom door slam.

I calmed down, slipped my shorts back on, then turned off all the lights except the down lights over the sofa. Took Betsy’s clothes and put them in the wall cabinet. Lit a cig, had a drink of water, and sat back with the pictures, admiring my work. I heard the toilet flush, and a few seconds later I heard her coming back downstairs.

As she came back across the room, I could see her eyes go first to the pool table, then around the room. "Where’s my clothes?" "You’ll get them back when I say so. Now, let’s talk about these pictures. Come over here and sit next to me." "You got to put your shorts on." "That’s right, slave, now come here."

Wednesday (Cont.)

"Asshole," she muttered, rounding the coffee table to the far side of the sofa. "And that’s your first spanking." "Bullshit! I’ve done everything you…" "WAIT A MINUTE!" She froze. "You want to end this now? Fine. Your clothes are in the cabinet. I’ll just get some addresses together so the world can see the new you."

Time slowed to a crawl again…I didn’t think I could keep up my tough front as we just stared at each other. Slowly, she turned and went past me. She reached for the cabinet latch, and I saw her hand shake a little, then she slowly lowered her arm again. She took a deep breath, and as she let it out her shoulders and head fell…absolute defeat.

Turning back towards me, I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. She made no more effort to cover herself as she moved back towards me, head down, staring at the floor. Now back in front of me, shivering as if she’d just done a Polar Bear Plunge.

As I watched, a tear fell from her chin only to land on her left nipple. I was almost hypnotized as it danced, suspended from the tip of her heaving breast, finally falling away. Coming back to the present, "Kneel," I snapped. She truly sounded like an airlift lowering a Caddy, exhaling heavily as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.

"Look at me." Raising her head, face soaked with her tears, she stared at me like a wounded animal. "Spread your legs, and put your hands behind your head." She was shaking so hard, I thought she’d fall over, but she got it together and did as I’d ordered.

"Now, you and I are gonna be closer than we’ve been in the 12 years we’ve known each other." Sliding my hand down her shoulder, I ran my fingers across both titties. "These are mine. Say it" "My breasts are yours," she whispered. Moving my hand across her tummy to her bush, I grasped some hair and gave it a tug. "This is mine. Say it."

"M-m-my pu…" she hesitated. "Slaves have cunts. Now say it." "M-m-my c-c-cunt is yours." I moved my fingers down, feeling her for the first time. As I slid my middle finger between her lips, she breathed in sharply. "Sore, huh, I’ll just bet. We’re gonna talk about these pictures, and if you don’t answer any questions RIGHT NOW, you get 3 spanks. Say.’yes, Sir’ " "Yes Sir."

I tossed a pillow to the far end of the sofa. "Lay down with your head on that pillow and your feet towards me." She did it without complaining, so I decided to push her a little further. "Put your right foot on the back of the sofa, and your left foot on the floor." Staring at me, she moved to obey. Her blushing went back to continuous as I stared at her now fully exposed pussy, then right into her eyes.

I could feel the South beginning to rise again, so I took a deep breath and started, holding up the first sheet of pictures. "In this first series, you seemed to be tied down, and Suzanne is touching you all over. What gives?" "Please don’t make me tell. I promised." I snapped, "that’s three more spanks, slave. You WILL answer all questions immediately."

"INITIATION. It’s an initiation," she blurted. "For what?" "For the Little Sisters." "The what?" "You know that Suzanne’s sister Barbara is our head cheerleader this year, right?" "Yeah, so?" "So Suzanne and I get to be Little Sisters, and get to go to all the cool parties and next year we’ll rule the school when we’re seniors." What’s that got to do with what I saw?" "Because the first rule is that you can’t be a virgin anymore!"

"So yesterday was…" "Yesterday was my part of my initiation into the Little Sisters. Suzanne said she’d only join if I could. Barbara gave her a wooden penis she said was the ceremonial way for Little Sisters to do….that….and I’m not a virgin anymore. God it hurt!" "But why…" "Because some of the parties get pretty wild, and Little Sisters have to be ready for anything."

 

"Sounds to me like you’re aiming to be a slave for lots more than just me. Now why were you tied down?" "Trust. Suzanne said we had to trust each other and all the Big Sisters, so being tied up was me trusting her." "OK, I can see that. Did you like her feeling you up?" Silence. Then, slowly, "sort of. She said I had to get used to people touching me all over, and that I should like it."

"Ever done it before?" "A little. Suzanne and I practiced kissing, and felt each other’s boobs to see what it was like." "But never any more?" "Not until yesterday." "Why yesterday?" "Because Tucker Green’s party is Saturday night, and Suzanne and I are supposed to have our ‘Coming Out’ and be the guests of honor."

"What does that mean?" "The co-captains on the lacrosse team give us a champagne toast, then because Tucker’s the captain, he gives us our first order as Little Sisters." "Christ, how long has this been going on?" "I don’t really know. Just that 6 straight state championships is a tradition and this is part of it."

The tightness in my crotch was getting back to unbearable. "In this next series, Suzanne is feeding the wood cock into your mouth." "We’re supposed to get used to that…Barbara said most of the Sisters really like it after a while." "What are you supposed to do when a guy cums?" "She said we’re supposed to swallow. I think that part’s gross."

"I guess you’re gonna find out." "What?" "Come here." "But you just…" "I said come here. That means now, slave, you’re gonna suck my cock." Sighing, she sat back up on the sofa. Moving towards me, I told her, "kneel up on the sofa." As she got herself arranged, I undid my shorts and slid them off. I saw her gaze go back to my crotch.

"Now, kiss me again." Slowly she lowered herself, braced herself on the arm of the sofa with her left hand and taking hold of my now throbbing dick with the other. Again, I felt her lips against me, and again I felt my cock start to twitch. "Easy," I said, working hard to control my breathing (and everything else), "I don’t want this to go too quick this time. Now, lick me like a Charm Pop."

I saw more than felt her tongue brush the tip. Then slowly applying more pressure, she started moving her tongue up and down the underside of my cock. Felt so good, I started moving my hips just a little. She seemed to take the encouragement, since she started licking with a little more enthusiasm.

Couldn’t help moaning a little, and I could swear I saw the smallest hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth. "Ready for the real thing?" Without answering, she slid her tongue up to the tip and off, then paused with her head about head about a foot from me. Then, in one move, she took a deep breath, lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took the first 5 or so inches right in.

Started sucking really hard, but not moving her head. Nice feeling but… Whispered, "Easy," grabbed hold of her pony tail, and started guiding her head up and down. "Alternate sucking and using your tongue." She’s either a quick study or a natural…already better than Ursula, and 4 years younger.

After a good 5 minutes of nothing but my "yummy sounds" and her slurps, I could feel things really starting to boil. Realized that I was no longer moving her head, that she’d really taken over for herself. Getting really close, I pulled her head off me. Catching my breath, I said, "look at me." God, what a sight. Eyes shiny and out of focus, lips parted and wet, and panting like a race horse. "I’m gonna cum soon, and you WILL swallow it all." Her eyes came back into focus and she shivered. "I’m afraid." "Do your best, and I’ll forgive the spanks you already earned."

I was pushing her head back to my crotch, she opened her mouth to say something else, but I got in before words got out. She gave a small, momentary struggle, held still for a few seconds, then started sucking again, first gently then with more force. Head bobbing up and down, her hand even working the shaft a little. Put my head back, just enjoying the whole thing. Can’t even believe the way this has turned out. This could well be the greatest senior year ever! Getting closer, looked back down at the naked Beets taking care of business.

Love the Speedo tan…brown like a nut on shoulders, arms and legs, completely pale skin everywhere else. Fixated on her little tit closest to me, pale skin showing blue veins underneath, stretched into a triangle from her position, nip bobbing with every stroke. Ran my hand along her back, then started to hug her to me a little as things came to a head.

"Here it comes," I gasped. I could feel her tense as I did. I held her head, and around her waist, and exploded. Could feel her trying to swallow, then trying to get away from me. She pushed up, I held her head, and my hips just followed along. Shot again, then let her go. She pushed herself upright, mouth open, little stream running right down her chin. She went through a series of gag reflexes, opening and shutting her eyes. Shut them tight, swallowed, fought off the granddaddy of all gags, then opened her watering eyes to look at me.

"Well?" "Nice." "Don’t know if I can ever get used to that." "Better than a stick?" "Definitely different. The stick’s just hard. You’re really hard and really soft at the same time." Took her hand, put it back on my still twitching cock, and said, "See? We’re all gonna get to know each other really well." Blushing again, "Yes, Sir." "Very nice. Want some water?" "Yes, please." Handed her the full glass, then started to pull my shorts back up.

"Can I get dressed too?" "No, I like you like this. In fact, whenever the two of us are alone, you will strip immediately. Say ‘Yes, Sir.’" Silence for a few seconds…then, very quietly, "Yes, Sir." Lit two cigs, handed her one. We sat there for a few minutes, not saying anything.

Got up, told her not to move, ran upstairs to get the Guy’s hash and the apogee. Also grabbed the Trick of the Tail cassette, then headed back down. When I got there, she’d finished her cig, and was sitting on the sofa with her legs together, feet up on the coffee table, arms across her chest. Going over to the bookshelf, I snapped, "Arms straight out along the back of the sofa, legs straight out and spread as far as you can." Major blush as she moved slowly to obey. I turned my back, popped in the tape, and pulled a club chair around to sit directly across from her.

Loaded the bong, pulled a hit, blew out as the rush started. Closed my eyes and sat back to enjoy for a sec. "…well, if we can help you we will…" Pulled another, went over to Betsy, pressed my lips to hers, and blew her a shotgun. Sat back down, did one more, then sat back to enjoy some more. Naked Beets in front of me, good buzz inside me,. "…sometimes entangled in your own dreams…"

Sat there for a good while, enjoying the tunes and the scenery. Beets went through all kinds of changes. First definitely embarrassed, alternately staring right at me or anywhere but, all the while blushing various shades. Then just looking down, not moving at all. Finally back up at me. When we had definite eye contact again, I deliberately broke it to look slowly down her body. As I watched, I could see her nips start to tighten. She could see my gaze go lower, and her stomach jumped as if I was actually touching her.

As I looked down at her crotch, I could swear she moved her hips up as if to invite me in. I looked back up at her and she blushed yet again. "Shall we get back to the pictures?" "What time is it?" "A little after two." "I have to be home at 2:30. My mom’s taking me shopping, then we’re going to my aunt’s for dinner."

"O.K., I guess I’ll let you go for now. Come over here and stand in front of me." As she did, I turned my chair and spread my legs so she could stand between my knees. "Kneel." She did. "Kiss me." She did (with passion, I might add). Pulling her head down to my shorts, "Now kiss me again." She planted her lips on my lap, then looked back up at me.

"You may get dressed, but you will come back tomorrow morning by 10. As soon as you come in the kitchen, you will strip, fold your clothes neatly and put them on the counter, then come find me. If I am asleep, you will wake me up with a blow job. Do you understand, slave?" Blushing again, "Yes, Sir." "You may go." I lit another cig, and watched as my new toy re-wrapped itself and left without another word.

Additional entries will be posted based on response.

Thursday

Was really curious if Beets would wake me up with her mouth, and was tempted to stay in bed. Instead, I got my envelopes ready for the mail…ART, Drew, and Tory all got a copy of the pictures and an explanation…they all know everyone involved, all have grudges against Betsy or at least one or more of the St.*** lacrosse elite, and all live somewhere else now. Took the dog for a walk and mailed my insurance.

Feeling pretty good about my precautions, I decided I really wanted to watch her strip in front of me. The more I get into this, the more I realize just how much I dig the humiliation factor. The total control is a definite turn-on, but the watching the war of emotions across her face is the real rush.

Right at ten, she comes in the back door. I was having a cup of coffee, mid-sip, and she stopped when she saw me. Slowly shut the door, and stood there staring at me, breathing kinda hard, arms crossed across her chest. After a small eternity, she started, "I talked to Suzanne, and she said Barbara would fix it with Tucker so I don’t have to do this anymore. She also said you should give me all the pictures and the negatives, and nothing else would happen."

Pretty scary thought, to tell you the truth, those guys are legendary for the bad stuff that happens to people who cross them. Had to go all the way, though, the US Mail already has my ante, so too late to back down. "That’s fine. You should know that I mailed three envelopes this morning. Each one to someone you know, each one with an explanation of what’s going on. Each one knows what to do with the pictures if anything happens to me."

"I’ll go ahead and tell you that one set went to Drew, and one set went to Tory. Since Drew’s not real fond of Barbara over the way she broke up with him for Tucker, and Tory’s no fan of yours for the way you always teased him about his weight, both should enjoy the hell out of fucking up her – and your universe. The third set, including the negatives, is also on its way somewhere else. I’ll let you just wonder where they’ve gone." Waved the set I had with me at her.

"Now, I believe I was pretty specific about what you were supposed to do when you got here this morning." She stood there, and once again time spun into itself…have to get some shrooms and dwell for awhile on the almost altered state I get…almost like a spectator…watching her contemplate the various evils…watching myself feel the shame and thrill…Holden Caufield gets a vicious libido vs. Chester the Molester contemplates a conscience…

After another eternity, she started to cry. "I…I need to call Suzanne. I’m supposed to call her on Barbara’s phone after I talk to you." "Fine. If you think it’s going to change anything, go ahead." I pointed at the phone. I didn’t move, so she had to reach around me to dial. "Barbara? It’s me. I told him, and he told me…told me…." she broke down in sobs. I took the phone from her.

"Barbara?" I started. "Listen, you son of a bitch, you cut the crap right now and give Betsy all the pictures, or you have no idea the hurt that’s gonna come your way." I sat there, fairly confident about my position, held the phone away from my ear so Beets could hear her reading me the most vile string of crap I’ve ever heard. Little bitch sat there staring at me with a look of total satisfaction. After Barbara wound down, I spoke back up. "Fine, now here’s something for you to think about."

"This morning, I mailed three sets of pictures. One set went to a guy who used to live here in the neighborhood. Betsy was always pretty rough on him. The second set went to your old buddy Drew at college. You know he and I go back a ways, and we both know a chance to fuck with you is right up his alley. The third set went to someone else, along with the negatives. I’ll just say he has as more reason to mess with all of you than either of the others. Anything happens to me, at least one of them will get the word. Then it’s not up to me any more."

LONG silence. "Bastard" "Fine. But you’re gonna leave this bastard alone, and so are all your buddies. Unless you wanna explain how the pussy-licking Beets here gave up her cherry to your sister and a wooden prick they got from you. The light and shadow from black and white film make it all look so much more…seedy" More silence. Finally, "What do you want?" "First off, you reign in the assholes. I have any problems, and the game’s up." "OK" "Second, explain to Betsy how things are." "Done."

"Third, your little sister’s in these pictures too. I think she should spend the night over here Saturday night, so we can come to an understanding as well." Long pause. Betsy staring at me from my end, mouth hanging wide open. Barbara hissed," you can’t be serious." "Sure as shit. And you can explain to her that there’s lots riding for you AND her on my being happy. Another pause. "But Tucker’s party is Saturday, and they both really have to be there."

"Yeah, I heard." "Heard what?" Figured I’d hold at least a few cards back, so I blew past her. "Heard there was a party. Tell you what…she can spend the night with Betsy Friday night, and then they’re both yours on Saturday." Another million years. Finally, "Alright. I’ll tell Tucker to leave you alone." "And?" "And Sue will be there Friday night."

All hell broke loose on the other end of the phone. Heard the two of them yelling at each other, Barbara got the last word in, something to the effect of, "if I could do something I would, but he’s really fucking got his shit together." She came back on the line. "OK." "Good. Now, in a minute, I want you to explain things to Beets. But first, there’s one more thing."

"What’s that?" In for a penny and all that, I decided to go for the gold. "You just threw a whole raft of shit at me, and you’ve always pretty much treated me like shit. I really think you should plan on making it up to me sometime in the near future." (she’s got that Leslie-Anne Warren looking thing going, and I’m not alone in getting an instant hard around her…something she’s aware of and has always used pretty blatantly) "You can’t be serious." "Try me. I’m sure you’ll decide I’m being more than reasonable." Finally, "OK."

"Good." I handed the phone to Betsy, and went off to the head. Had to get myself together. Can’t BELIEVE I got away with it. Really thought I’d gone too far. When I got back to the kitchen, there was my now-favorite neighbor, standing right where I left her, hands clenched at her sides, head down. "I do believe I gave you pretty specific instructions, slave," I said, "and there’s a little matter of the fact that you didn’t obey your orders immediately when you came in. As well as your attitude when you got here. I think you’ve definitely earned a spanking already. I’ve given my share of pink bellies, but never a pink bottom."

Slowly, her hands slid to her waist, and her shorts made their way down her thighs and fell to the floor. Without stepping out of them, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and dropped it. As she reached behind to unhook her bra, I said, "do you know what we are going to do this morning?" "No," she whispered. "No, Sir." A pause, then she looked up at me and clenched her jaw a few times. Finally, "no, Sir." We stared at each other for a second or two, she looked back at the floor, bent down, and with a sigh the panties were in a ball with her shorts around her ankles.

She stood there head down, shivering, arms stiff at her sides, hands balling into fists and straightening back out. "First, did you and Barbara get anything settled?" "She said I had to do what you want. your mouth and my cock are gonna pick up where they left off yesterday. Then, you’re going to tell me about the rest of these pictures. When we’re done, I’m going to give you a choice."

"What choice?" "You’re going to ask me to fuck you or spank you." "I…I…you…I…" "We’ll let that go for now. Come here." She stepped out of her shorts and crossed the few feet to me. I sat at the counter and said, "What did I tell you about your clothes when you came in?" "I’m sup…supposed to strip as soon as I come in." "And what are you supposed to do with them?" A couple of beats…."Folded on the counter." "Where are they?" "But you didn’t give me a chance!"

"What chance? You should fold each piece as you take it off. Get dressed." Lit a cig and watched as she moved to obey. When she was dressed, I said, "now, go back out, come back in, and do it properly." She stood there, staring at me. "I could have you strip BEFORE you come in. Would you prefer that?" Out the door like a shot. A few secs later, she was coming back in the door.

She closed the door, and stood at the end of the counter. Slowly the t-shirt came back off and was folded on the counter. Everything else followed, and she stood there, staring at the floor. I could see her biting her lower lip as the waves of pink and red swept all over her. INTENSE thrill of power having someone in such complete control.

"Come here." Back in front of me, I couldn’t resist. "Legs spread wide, hands behind your head." DEEP blush as she stood there, staring at the floor, completely exposed. Didn’t say anything for a few minutes, just finished my smoke, took my coffee cup to the sink, then crossed back to her. Walked a slow full circle around her, not touching her. Slow parade of tears reappeared on her cheeks.

Just then, the phone rang and we both jumped a mile. "Tory! Man, how are you?" Can’t believe this…if he could only see what I was looking at. Sat back down facing Beets, and Tory and I shot the shit for a few. Turns out, his aunt and uncle are having their 25th this coming weekend, and Tory gets home late tonight. He’ll give me a call tomorrow morning. We hung up, and I turned my full attention back to my naked neighbor. Reaching out, I lifted a tear off her cheek with my finger, then slowly coated her left nip with it.

Slight gasp, but she didn’t move. Stood back up, ran my hands up and down her sides, across her back, reached down with my left hand to grab her ass, slid my right hand down to her crotch. "Which are you going to choose, slave? My belt here – patting her butt – or my cock here – slid my finger right inside her." She tried to pull away, but my other hand on her ass kept her from getting away. "Remember who this belongs to, slave." She stopped struggling and really started crying.

"Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never been any more than the brat from next door to you." "That’s not true. When you were in first grade, I paid you a dollar to take off all your clothes." "Oh, God." Let’s see…she’s naked, my finger’s inside her, it’s all against her will, she blushes all the way to her belly button, and I swear she got wetter around my finger!

"But nothing else since. Why this?" "I’m going to show you something. When I let you go, I want you to go SLOWLY upstairs ahead of me. You can put your arms down, but you cannot use them to cover yourself. When we get to the top of the stairs, go into my parents’ room."

I took my hands away, and after another eternity of staring at each other, she slowly lowered her arms to her sides. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she was panting softly and her cheeks were splotched and wet. Breathless, I got up and pointed to the dining room. As we walked past the mirror over the sideboard, the reflection was something I wish I could have saved forever.

My naked prisoner marching to her fate. I’ve never even DREAMED of being this turned on. Neither of us said a word as I followed her upstairs. Inside, I was going a mile a minute….can’t even believe the way this is turning out! When we got to my parents’ room, she stopped. "Close your eyes until I tell you," I said, closing the door behind us.

Making sure her eyes were shut, I turned her around so she was facing the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I pulled her arms behind her back, and pulled her wrists up so she could grab each elbow with the opposite hand. "Spread your legs." I watched her pause, blush yet again, then slowly shift her feet so they were about three feet apart. "Wider. Until I tell you to stop."

She blushed deeper, then shifted her feet apart until it was probably a little uncomfortable. I just stared at our reflection. Could it ever get any better? "Don’t move," I whispered. Still behind her, I let go of her wrists and slid my hands up her arms, across her shoulders, and down to cup each breast. A sharp gasp from her and she blushed a deep red yet again. I toyed with each nip until it started to harden.

  Keeping my eyes on her face, I moved my right hand down across her belly, feeling another sharp intake from her. As I put my finger back inside her, I felt her whole body go tense. At the same time, she was wet and it went in easily. After a few moments, she started to relax. Staring at the mirror, I whispered, "open your eyes." She did, then they went wide at the scene in front of her. Eyes and lips swollen from crying, tear-stained cheeks, one puckered nipple being toyed with, a finger in her pussy, a slight sheen of sweat on her shoulders.

I watched as she took herself in, then our eyes met in the mirror. She shut them again, and tensed back up. "Look," I whispered, and moved my hands on her. She opened her eyes, and stared at me in the mirror. "Right now, you are the sexiest creature on the planet." She softened a little, still holding my gaze. "Look at yourself. I wish I could take THIS picture. Other than the magic, you have it all over I Dream of Jeannie!" Relaxing a little more, she leaned back into me.

Her eyes wandered down over herself as I watched. She looked back up at me, and blushed again. "You really think I’m OK?" "Beets, I’m gonna tell you something. No matter what happens, when I’m a hundred and in a chair somewhere, this right now will be my favorite memory." She looked down, and after a minute pressed back into me. After a minute, she whispered, "thank you."

By this point, I was about to burst, so I figured I’d put the mirror to more use. Slowly taking my finger out of her, I said quietly, "on you knees, slave." She looked at me with a hurt expression. "Don’t be mean," she whispered. "I’m not being mean, slave, I gave a simple order. If my slave wants to be treated nicely from now on, she will work to make me happy."

She dropped her eyes from our reflection, pulled her feet together, and slowly sank to her knees. I backed up so I could lean against Mom’s dresser – this is wrong on so many levels I don’t know where to start – and started to unbuckle my belt. As I undid my shorts, I said, "come here." Her eyes never left my crotch as she shuffled towards me. Another thrill as her titties bobbed back and forth with each movement.

I guided her around in front of me so I had a good side-on view of us in the mirror. As I pulled my shorts and underwear down, I couldn’t resist. "Made your choice for later yet, slave?" "What….oh. No." "That’s OK, we have time. Now make me happy." I pulled her head towards me, and her mouth opened to take me in again.

She put her left hand on my thigh to steady herself, grasped my shaft with her right, and slowly started bobbing her head back and forth. As we found a rhythm, I stared at her reflection. Once again, the all-summer tan from her one-piece bathing suit gave me a thrill. Brown arms, shoulders, and legs make a pale mid-section so much more naked! To have this vision at my command is, as they say, "from the Land of Pleasant Living."

As I got close, I warned, "just like yesterday, you WILL swallow, slave." She froze for a moment, then started back up. When I came, it was the most intense I’ve ever known. I closed my eyes, put my head back, and went with it. Felt like my feet were trying to curl under on themselves, and I would have fallen down if I wasn’t leaning against something.

As I slowed down, Betsy was still bracing herself against my thigh, and I could see her shoulders heave as she controlled her gags. Gotta hand her this much, as much as she wants to fight, when it counts she’s working hard to obey! I reached down to touch her hair, and she looked up at me with watering eyes. "That was very nice, slave." She blushed, but continued to look at me. "Let’s go back down, and I’ll let you get dressed so we can sit out back and talk about the rest of the pictures.

Back in the kitchen, she had no sooner gotten dressed when we heard Mom’s car in the driveway. "Out the front door." I pushed her towards the hall. As we went through the living room, I stashed the contact sheets under the cushions in the love seat. As she went out the door, I grabbed her, turned her around, kissed her on the mouth, and said, "don’t forget, slave, we have unfinished business." She stared at me for a sec, whispered, "yes, Sir," and was gone.

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