to know each other.

So here they were, sitting in the uncomfortable silence of Room 309, the detention room, just staring blankly at the wall, the desk, and anything else in sight.

Al couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to say something so he talked about the first thing that came to mind.

“This detention really fucking sucks, man,” he said.

Lori quickly joined in. She said, “Yeah, I hate my fucking teacher. He’s so perverted. He kept looking up my skirt.”

Al’s eyes lit up. Now she was talking about something he found interesting. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Lori with a big smile. “It started turning me on.”

He looked her up and down as he spoke his last phrase. Lori was pretty, but nothing spectacular. She had long brown hair that was tied in a ponytail. Her figure was slim with small breasts and slender thighs.

He realized that that was the only reason he hadn’t tried to fuck her in the past. Al loved freaky women and he usually spit game at every freak that came within earshot, but Lori was small-breasted. Sexy, yes, but small up top. Al was a tit man.

He also realized what a mistake it was not to hit on her. She looked like a damn good fuck. She also looked like she was still horny from the teacher’s naughty gaze.

“How nice,” said Al. “So what kind of panties you got under there?”

Lori was wearing a skirt. She uncrossed her leg and looked at him, said, “You wanna see?”

And without a moment’s hesitation, she started lifting the skirt, revealing more of her slender, white thighs until the material of her red panties became visible. She turned one of her legs outward, and the other followed so she could face him, but for one quick second, she was sitting with her legs wide apart with her skirt hiked all the way up.

Al felt his cock sliding down his leg. He wanted to fuck in the worst way.

“Man, those are some really nice panties,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Lori. She opened her legs a little further and started sliding her fingers along the thin, see-thru material.

Al stared a little harder as if he was trying to memorize every detail. He could see what looked like a patch of hair just above her clit, but what really turned him on was the way her panties were squeezed between her pussy lips.

It looked really sexy. He had to touch.

There desks were close together so her pussy was just an arm’s reach away. She also pushed her pelvis towards him when she saw him reaching for her.

He slid his thumb in the split. Even though it was covered by the panties, his thumb slipped right in. He started finger fucking her. She started humping his thumb in slow circles as the smile faded off her face and passion took its place.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“It’s turning you on?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lori replied.

He pulled the panties up and over to his right. Lori had a big clit. It was sticking out like sore thumb, which explained why she was reacting so intensely to his fondling. She could barely stay vertical in her seat.

“Ohh,” she said. “My panties are wet.”

“I like wet panties,” said Al.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he said.

He kept sliding his thumb up and down her split. As her pussy got wetter, he would slide his finger into the split and sometimes in her hole. Then he’d pull it out and use the pussy juice as lube to masturbate her clit.

He loved that big, wet clit. He liked watching the way her juicy pussy yielded and moved with his hand, but he always returned to the clit. He knew he was driving her crazy. She looked like she would jump his dick on the spot if he pulled it out.

It felt so good she didn’t care anymore. She had lifted her shirt and pulled her tits out.

She noticed Al was on his knees when she opened her eyes. She didn’t remember him getting up, but either way, as good as his hand was, she wanted him to put his mouth on her.

All of a sudden, his head dropped and Lori felt his tongue sliding up her up clit as his wet lips closed around it. Then she felt a powerful suction as a wave of tingles rushed through her body.

Al was an excellent pussy eater. He never rushed anything. Instead, he pleasured her with just enough contact and teased by biting her panties and licking around her sensitive areas, making her eager for more.

“Suck it,” she whispered. “Oh, yeah…like that.”

Between his tongue and fingers, he had her creaming pussy juice all over her panties.

It went on for a good ten minutes. They were so bold and caught up in what they were doing that neither of them once thought to take a look at the door. Anyone could have walked in but they didn’t care.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she was moaning. It was getting louder by the second.

Finally, Al stopped and said, “I want those wet panties. I want to taste them.”

She stood up and took them off. Al was a nasty man. He started licking her juices from them.

Lori sat back down and watched as she fondled herself. Al quickly wrapped the panties around his thumbs and resumed stroking her clit through them.

“Oh!!” she screamed.

She could feel the tingles getting stronger. Her legs were cocked wide open and she was squeezing her nipples and tits hard.

“Ohh, Oh…”

An intense orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body was jumping with excitement.

For the first time she remembered they were in school so she tried her hardest to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs like she wanted to. It felt so good.

Her orgasm died down eventually and Al took her panties from her pussy, said, “These panties are sopping wet.”

“Wanna taste them?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, then he licked them. “Wanna try them?” he asked.

“Yeah,” replied Lori. She was so infatuated with Al at that point that she would’ve said yes to anything he asked.

He handed them to her and she started licking her own juices from the panties. She was already familiar with the taste because plenty of men had fucked her and then stuck their dicks back in her mouth.

“They taste good, don’t they?” asked Al.

“Uh-huh.”

They passed them back and forth taking turns licking her juices off. Then Al took one last sniff and got up.

“Fuck this shit. Let’s ditch,” said Al.

Lori said, “Sounds good to me.”

She hung her panties on the chalk board and they walked away arm-in-arm.

THE END.

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e not so welcoming and attacked the ship by throwing rocks. Guns and cannons eventually pacified the natives. To make sure, Captain Wallis had their canoes destroyed. It explains why there are so many more native women than men on the island. As so many of the African natives I have seen, they are without humility and nearly naked. They are dark-skinned but not nearly as dark as the Africans and their facial features are more European. In fact, they are quite attractive. The crew has been affected by the native women and their exposed breasts. Restraining the crew will be difficult. We had been at sea for eight months. Restraining myself is without question as an officer.

April 15, 1769

We spent the day searching along the shores of the island for a good location to build. Our priorities are that it is accessible from the sea, that it is defendable and that there is building materials nearby. The captain assigned me the double duty of escorting Mr. Banks, the botanist. During the voyage, I tried to avoid the crude and drunken Mr. Banks and this day proved to be even more of an inconvenience. Although it was good to see the botanist excited with something to do, he slowed our progress considerably. He was a different man with his feet on the ground but no less annoying. He did point out why most of the trees would be unacceptable for our needs. Along our way, the native children followed and mimicked and giggled. The real distraction was the young women who flirted just beyond our reach but not beyond our attention. I had to keep the crew in a close group around the itinerant botanist. Many of the crew made feeble efforts to escape our company for that of the native girls. The day was fruitless and the effort was futile. We set up camp for the night and I established a guard, not to keep the natives away but to keep the crew from wandering.

April 16, 1769

Late in the day, we came across a reasonable location. It was the windward side of the island and more weather beaten than we had seen in this lush tropical forest but the wood was stronger and the point of land had our backs to the sea. It was also a day’s walk from the native village and that had become a concern. The natives had abandoned us so far away from their home. We began to set up a temporary camp where the fort would be built around us. There was no port but a ship could get fairly close to shore on one side of the reef. I decided to notify the captain that I had found a suitable location but I knew that I had not explored the whole island yet. Tomorrow, we will walk back to the village and the ship.

April 19, 1769

The captain took faith in my judgement with very few questions. I am disappointed that the ship will remain anchored off the village while we begin construction. The captain plans to depart and explore the nearby islands as soon as possible, leaving myself and a small contingent behind. Although he hasn’t said anything specifically, I suspect the captain shares my concern about fraternizing with the native girls. The captain may not have a proud lineage but he has proven to be an excellent officer and proper English gentleman. He would not likely be completely unaware of the crew’s behaviour but he might place too much faith in them. The crewmen simply take advantage of the situation and cannot be faulted. They have neither the breeding nor the discipline to resist their base urges. As an officer, it will be my responsibility to maintain control of the crew and demonstrate by my own example.

April 20, 1769

A feast from our hosts brought the opportunity to express our plans. The captain conveyed our intentions by drawing in the sand with a stick and making exaggerated gestures. He said that we would need a home if we were to be their allies. Earlier, he had given the crew orders that we were give every impression that we were there to stay, as neighbours. The captain also conveyed that we would like to train a translator among their people by teaching them our language. Then, the captain informed me that I would be obliged to teach their chosen translator. I respectfully offered that Mr. Banks is the scholar and would be a better choice. The captain insisted that Mr. Banks is not a naval officer and that he will be occupied. I accepted my additional duties with no further argument. He also suggested that I make an effort to learn their language while I teach ours. My duties were beginning to weigh upon me. The feast lasted for hours and throughout, their idea of entertainment continued. At first, the dancers were more formal and dressed elaborately and colourfully but it deteriorated into a frenzy of pounding drums and naked breasts. I was appalled at the debauchery of it all. Nearly naked girls gyrating and flirting to the pounding drums. In some sort of fertility ritual, a man and woman feigned having sex on the ground. The crewmen were straining against their lecherous natures and joined the dance. It was humorous to watch them mimic the native dance but I maintained my attention to guard their discretion. There was one particular girl that caught my attention. She would be considered beautiful on any continent. Smooth skin, full firm bosoms and taut abdominal muscles and the way she moved her hips, it was hypnotic with no pun intended. It was her face that captured me. Luminescent green eyes framed by raven-black hair and lips that seemed to be permanently puckered. What little clothing she wore left just enough to the imagination. Apparently, my own eyes caught hers and she invited me to dance. Naturally, I refused. I looked over to see the angry expressions of both the captain and the chief. I began to understand that the chief was offended that I didn’t accept their heathen generosity.

April 22 1769

I led a crew of a dozen and a botanist back to the village. We would be taking the boats to the location of the fort but we first needed to acquire our new student of English. Frankly, I was disappointed that the captain didn’t relocate the ship, at least temporarily. My task becomes more formidable every day but I will perform my duty proudly. I met the native chief, who seemed to be still holding a grudge about the declined hospitality, and he gestured toward his choice for translator. It took all my decorum to not object. He had chosen the same girl that had asked me to dance. I wasn’t expecting a girl, especially not her. Of course, the crew were happy to see her joining us. While rowing to the location, my mind raced with thoughts about how much time I must spend with her and how to keep the crew from teaching her more than proper English. My head ached but I kept my eyes on the horizon and the crew. Only the occasional sideways glance kept me aware that the girl had her eyes on me. I could almost feel her staring at the back of my head, desperately seeking my approval. She would not get it. I had no ill will toward her personally but my position requires that I remain aloof. It is not her fault that she was chosen or even that she is so beautiful but my duties can only be compromised. That night brought a storm and the men and I huddled under the overturned boats on the shore. Although the girl wanted to join us, I pointed her toward the trees and had some of the crew assemble a rough shod shelter out of driftwood and branches. She shivered in the rain and cold all night. I know because I didn‘t sleep either.

April 23, 1769

It was either the reddest sunrise I had ever seen or I was just looking through bloodshot eyes. The clouds sailed away and I ordered the men to build temporary shelters until a barracks can be started. The axes slammed into the trees all day while other crew members strapped wood and canvas together. Everyone worked hard, taking turns hauling and chopping. Nobody wanted to spend another night like that. I led by example and even Mr. Banks postponed his wandering to help as much as he was possible. Not exactly suitable chores for a gentleman and definitely not in his experience but he made an admirable effort. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, the girl was quite a talented thatcher. Work was still not enough distraction for most of the crew and they leered at her . Even my own self-discipline was tested by her considerable charms and I felt obliged to hide them. I offered her an old shirt and a pair of baggy ragged pants that I brought along for work like today’s. She accepted them gratefully and was marvelled at the gift of civilization. Fortunately, they fit her like a tent but I wish she had waited to change into them until I had turned my back. By nightfall, we had one large and one small shelter. They were ugly patchworks of rubble and canvas but they will serve.

April 25, 1769

Mr. Banks and myself had shared the small shelter. It was a tortuous night. I find it hard to fathom how such a well-bred man can be so common. He was almost drooling as he talked about the native girls and took no notice of my disapproval. I was tempted to confront him as he described our female companion in detail but at least one of us must remain a gentleman. Even in sleep, he could not remain quiet. I found myself with plenty of time to think about who are the real barbarians and questioning if the English are truly the superior race. Meanwhile, the girl was sleeping just a few feet away under the boat and only a scrap of canvas separated us. What kind of language could she be learning from our good botanist? Daylight brought a return to some semblance of normalcy and sanity. I ordered half of the crew to begin assembling materials to build barracks and the other half to forage for food. I asked Mr. Banks to lead and advise the latter. I ordered the latter to keep an eye on him and to go in the opposite direction of the village. Turned out that half the village came to us. They were curious about our project and were amused at our ramshackle huts. I had learned from the captain and made exaggerated gestures trying to describe the plans and European architecture. I received plenty of puzzled expressions. It seemed like an opportune time to begin English lessons and I had an eager class of children along with the girl. I just picked out objects and had them repeat the words. Then, I taught them my name and learned some of theirs. Her name is Hinano. May 1, 1769 The captain sent the first officer, Mr. Scuggins, to check my progress. I’m a little disappointed that the captain didn’t come himself. He brought along more provisions but they were hardly necessary. The natives were very generous with gifts of food when they visited and fish seemed to jump into our nets. Still, it was good to have civilized company and I was proud of our development. One of the first things I had taught Hinano, was to curtsey and introduce herself politely. I became a bit perturbed at Mr. Scuggins’ innuendos about Hinano and myself. I felt like the last bastion of civilization. Obviously, Mr Scuggins had not been leading by example. However, even I had to surrender to overwhelming forces. We were surrounded by native girls and I could not be vigilant with the crew all the time. I just kept Hinano safe from the crew’s lascivious whims. That wasn’t easy. Hinano is a friendly and curious girl but I occupied her time and her mind with my lessons. She is a quick learner. She had managed to build her own shelter. It looked like a tent made out of dried grass but still disgraced our huts. It was also elevated of the ground like the other huts of her village. I wish I had thought of that for the barracks because we were constantly brushing out crabs and insects out of beds. Many of the crew had abandoned their hut for hassocks further inshore. May 3, 1769 It has become apparent that the crew has not only been familiar with the some of native girls but they had specific girlfriends among them. I worry that the native men, the fathers and brothers of these girls will become offended but I almost wish they would. They think they are hiding it from me but I am no fool. What was so amazing was that these men are far from the pride of the nation and, yet, these beautiful young girls found them irresistible. I considered ordering the men back to sleeping in their huts but that would be like putting the cork back on the bottle after the genie had escaped. Let them be judged by God. May 6, 1769 I have been summoned back to the ship for undisclosed purpose. I decided to return Hinano to her village rather than leave her there alone. She expressed that she will be glad to see her family again. I was surprised to learn that her father is the chief. My little princess. I am so relieved that the relationship has remained platonic. It could have been catastrophic if the chief had been insulted. The captain received me in his quarters as dinner was being served. Mr Scuggins joined us minutes later wearing a smug smile. The captain seemed upset but not in an angry way. He informed me that he will be taking the ship to explore the nearby islands within the week and mentioned that the chief tried to warn him that the natives of other islands were unfriendly and attacked his island frequently. At least that was what the captain understood him to gesture. These other natives would take anything of value, including some of the women. Of course, the natives of this island would retaliate. “One heathen is no better than another. At least civilized people fight for ideals”, I mentioned. “That leads me to the other thing I wanted to talk about”, the captain added, “These people have been very gracious and it would be rude not to accept their …. gifts”. Mr Scuggins coughed and I looked up to see him biting his lip to hold back a smirk. I told the captain that I understood. He was relieved to put an end to that particular topic and asked me about the progress of the fort. I informed him that the we were having difficulty finding proper building materials but that it will be ready by the time we leave. We concluded dinner with a cup of vinegar, as always. The captain insisted that drinking vinegar would prevent scurvy but it made me nauseous and it spoiled a good meal. I spent the night aboard the ship to return to the island in the morning. Despite the gentle rocking of the waves and the comfortable bed, I found it hard to get to sleep. May 8, 1769 A new day brings a new perspective. I gathered the crew and explained to them what the captain explained to me. It got a little awkward. Mr. Monkhouse asked if it was an order to fornicate with the natives. “I cannot ask you to jeopardize your morals or your commitment to Christian values but you will not be judged by me”, were my exact words and the words I have always lived by. My absence had been a detriment. Virtually no progress had been achieved on the barracks. I notifed the crew that every moment of daylight will be utilized and they will be expected to double their productivity. I was no exception and I doubled my effort to teach Hinano our language. I felt renewed and resolved. Also, I reinstitued the captain’s tradition of forcing the crew to drink vinegar. If the crew will not restrain themselves, maybe I could encourage the natives to. However, for some of the crew, it could only improve their breath. May 13, 1769 What better to teach English than the Holy Bible. I found myself going through it again for strength and was inspired to share it with Hinano. Today, I read the story of Moses to her, with elucidation along the way. She understood God’s vengeance but not the sin that instigated it. We have much more work to do. Perhaps she will even teach her village of the one true God. There must be some sort of heavenly reward for that. Still, I have never been so tested by temptation. The smell of her hair as she turns her head raises animal urges from deep inside. The soft warmth of her cheek just inches away from my trembling hand. My dreams betray me and, in the morning, I pray for strength. May 15, 1769 I found myself questioning God’s will or, at least, his intentions. If this is a test , then why does he test me? Of course, it’s presumptuous and it’s probably a sin to question God. I wish I had paid more attention in church. So, I began to question my own morals. The difference between right and wrong or sin and virtue has a lot to do with circumstance. “Thou shalt not kill” except in defence of one’s country or quite a few other good reasons. This is not particularly profound but just something I always took for granted. I tried to think in those terms instead of the absolutes but then I wondered if I was merely attempting to justify my own desires. My head throbs and I still have no answers. May 17, 1769 May God forgive me for losing my will and my temper today. I found Hinano flirting with Mr. Banks and bruised her arm forcibly. I expected so much more of her and let her know of it in raised voice. “You no lick me”, She yelled back at me. It took a moment but I answered softly, “Of course I LIKE you” , as I held her hands. “You no want me”, she responded with a tear falling down her cheek. “Of course I want you”, I whispered before my lips touched hers. I felt like I was flying. I felt like I was falling into a bottomless pit. I left her leaning against a tree when I regained my intellect. May 18, 1769 I spent all night with a candle searching for the passage in the Holy Book that forbade my love and condemned my lust. I could not find it. Where had I been taught this? It may be the original sin but, without it, it would also have been the last. Perhaps I had found the paradise where Adam and Eve had been banished. All that is left is to take a bite of the apple. May 21, 1769 Three days ago, I gave my overworked crew a well deserved leave. They looked puzzled at first but soon threw their tools into the air in their jubilation. Unfortunately Mr. Monkhouse received minor injuries from a falling axe. Most of them began running in the direction of the village. I turned my attention to Hinano. I watched her sombre face slowly brighten until her cheeks dimpled with a smile. It had been a long time since I had seen that smile but this time it was just for me. It seems sudden now but the next thing I realized was that I was kissing her. We were embraced so passionately that the world around us seemed to disappear. Even the sand we stood upon ceased to exist. It was a little disconcerting and the world came back. I looked around to see who had witnessed this crime of decorum but there was nobody else around. Even Mr. Monkhouse had managed to limp away. We were alone and I was not going to waste another minute. My manhood could no longer be denied. I looked down at the rags I had given her and they looked better than when I had given them but they no longer suited her. I pulled the at the collars and the buttons tore away. She whimpered and I yanked my eyes from those round youthful breasts that begged to be touched. She was shocked that I had destroyed her gift so I took off my shirt and handed it to her. I pulled the rag off her shoulders and wished that I were not so much taller than her so that I could be closer to those breasts. However, my hands were at just the right height. They squeezed against the firmness and caressed the softness. Everything about a woman is a duality and a complexity. They give so much and need so much. Men are simple, by comparison and all I needed was her. She led me by the hand to her tent of grass and let go to slip inside. I stood there, mindlessly as I watched her slide the pants down her legs. It seemed so erotic that my old pants had been so close to her naked hips. Now it was my turn. I slid in beside her and removed my pants, trying to keep my modesty. As I kissed her again, it felt so good to be unconfined as I brushed along her thighs. I lifted myself over her and looked into her hungry eyes. She spread her legs to accept me and I felt the slippery wetness at the tip of my manhood that ached to be inside her. I pushed slowly into her and her head pushed back as her mouth opened. Her hips pushed up to take me. When I was in all the way, it occurred to me what a proud fool I had been. Her body just writhed gently below me but she moaned more wantonly than any whore I had known. She seemed so tiny below me and I wanted to be gentle but as my passion rose, so did my force. Both she and the timbers of the hut shook. It didn’t take long after such a prolonged absence but I erupted like a volcano and convulsed repeatedly. It felt as though I had drained my soul and the weight of the world had been lifted off my back. There was no going back nor did I want to but there was something that had been lost. Certainly it was not my purity. That had been sacrificed long ago. Perhaps it was my dignity. Without that burden, I was free. Between the more intimate times, we splashed in the water and played like children. In fact, I can not remember when I had so much fun, even as a child. We made love frequently and spontaneously, inside and out. Each time, Hinano became a bit more ambitious. I would get hard with only a touch or a twinkle in her eye and often before that. I enjoyed when she was on top so that I could see her. She would grind her hips on my full length while her breasts wouldn‘t move. It was as though she expanded and contracted on me. It was like she danced on me. I was surprised that oral sex was a part of the native vocabulary since I considered it a talent limited to whores. I had heard the crew teasing one of the men about his “French tongue” and I even made a brief attempt but felt embarrassed. I could have lived like that for the rest of my life but I have responsibilities. After two days and nights, it was time to retrieve the crew. I, also, wanted to show the chief my gratitude and allow Hinano to visit her family. Oddly, I had learned more of the native language in the last couple days than I had all month although I doubt that I could share any of it with the chief. We arrived in the village in mid-afternoon. I was wearing my best uniform and it felt uncomfortable in the heat. I had only been out of uniform for two days out of the last six months and now it weighed heavily on me. The village was busy preparing for another feast tonight. It seemed they were expecting us. The chief, for the first time, was happy to see me. Hinano left on her own activities and I searched for the crew. Most of the ones I found were caught in compromising positions. I did not scorn them. I just asked where the others could be found and asked for assistance to gather them for the feast. I sat beside the chief and enjoyed the spectacle as it grew into a frenzy. The natives had some sort of putrid alcoholic drink they made out of fermented fruit. I was pleased Mr. Banks had brought some of his Scotch. I knew he had some because I had smelled it on his breath at night but I never saw him drink since he had been on the island. I wondered how much he had us lug through to the camp. Again, the drums pounded furiously but now, they shook my heart. My pulse raced with the beat and my forehead beaded with sweat. I watched the erotic gyrations of the dancers and realized that I had become excited. I glared at Hinano as she danced just for me and I laughed along with the chief as the crew joined in. Hinano held her hand out to me as an invitation and I kissed it but declined again. I could not compromise my authority in front of the crew. The chief nodded in a way that was neither approval nor disapproval but, maybe, understanding. He, too, is laden with leadership. I tugged Hinano toward me and had her translate my gratitude for the feast and for their hospitality since we arrived. Of course, I had to phrase it more simply for her and I tried to decipher her words as she spoke in her language but both the chief and I beamed with pride in her. The chief had an announcement of his own. When he stood and spoke, the whole village stopped and listened and when he stopped, they all shouted in approval. Hinano, with a wide smile, translated what he had said as, “I so happy. You brother now”. It took me an embarrassing long time to understand that I had been paid quite an honour but before I would have insulted the chief, I stuck out my hand in the most appropriate gesture I could think of. He shook my hand and I swear I could have heard the crowd gasp as he did. Hinano explained, “Taboo touch king”. She had used the word, king, for her father before and I assumed that it was just her poor understanding of English but, I began to see the reverence they had for him. What was even more interesting was the concept of “taboo” and that these savages had some bizarre sense of values. I thought that they just did what they pleased with no sense of right or wrong. My mind reeled as I considered what they would consider as ethics. With just the local population in the thousands, they must have rules. For the first time, a revelation struck me that different may not be inferior. Certainly, they were primitives and pagans but, hundreds of years ago, so were my ancestors. For the rest of the night, I observed and tried to understand these people. They were congregated into three distinct groups that were too large to be families but appeared to be divided by wealth or social status. The differences in the way they dressed, their jewellery and even their unusual tradition of marking their skin all represented a type of social hierarchy. They were subtle differences but I had been taught since childhood to recognize and to classify. The festivities broke up slowly as men and women paired off and discretely left. Eventually, Hinano escorted me to a one of their huts. I watched her hips sway as I followed her and was reminded of the dancing, the naked breasts and the pounding drums. If this were to be incest with my new sister, then let me be damned. Inside, there were a over a dozen grass mats used as beds and they were full. The men slept on one side of the room and the women and children on the other. I tried to return her smile as I felt my heart drop. May 27, 1769 I divided the crew into two groups. One group to build a barrier around the barracks. The barrier would consist of a four foot ditch and a four foot burm, reinforced by stones. Perhaps it was more of a token than a fortress but it was more than necessary. The other group continued building more barracks but I ordered them to build them elevated of the ground, like the natives. I have become more involved in the fort but still made time to teach Hinano English Actually, I was spending more of the time learning about her and her people. I learned of an ordered society and a religion that reminded me of Roman mythology. I learned the names of the their carved statues which they called “tiki”. The families were centred around the mothers and grandmothers and they were the real power. There were marriages arranged by the parents and infidelity would be the exception rather than the rule. Jealousy was one of their taboos and discretion was highly valued. That, I learned all too well. Every night, I would sneak into her hut and make love so quietly that the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore seemed loud. Her moans were barely more that breaths while we ravished each other like an octopus on a clam. Every morning, before anyone else had awoke, I would return to my own bed. I protested this false modesty but she insisted on our privacy. It struck me that if she was unfaithful with anyone else, I probably would not know of it. I never gave her the opportunity. During the day, I watched over her and protected her. Almost all of the men had their own girlfriends but none compared to the prize of my princess. In particular, I kept my eye on Mr. Banks and hadn’t forgotten that other day. June 6, 1769 I can’t remember a time when I have been more content. The warmth of the tropic sun has penetrated deep into me and, in turn, radiates from me. I feel healed and whole and I see the world in a new light. It will be difficult to leave this place. There are moments that I feel I must tell her but they are followed by moments that I know she shouldn’t know. I have my orders and there should be no doubt but, when I look into her eyes, the truth is a shadow between us. June 15, 1769 The quiet peace of those days came to an abrupt end with the sound of gunfire. At first, I thought, that the natives were attacking and ordered the men behind the barricade. We waited with guns at the ready for the wave of angry natives but they did not come. Two of the men were unaccounted for as were two gunshots. Eventually, Mr Banks came stumbling through the woods. He was bloodied and wavering and, soon, fell on his face. This could have been was a trap set by the natives so we waited. When the sun went down, I led half of the men to retrieve his body. We turned him over and he was still breathing. He stunk of that noxious native alcohol and his wound was just a scratch on his shoulder. “Banks, Where’s Monkhouse?”, I asked. “Dead”, he slurred, “I killed him”. “Where!” I barked impatiently. He merely pointed before his eyes rolled back . I had three of the crew follow me back into the woods. We found Mr. Monkhouse lying on the ground, unconscious and with a quite a bump on his noggin. He had the same stench of fermented fruit. A few shakes and a couple slaps, which helped me more than him, brought him around. He was a bit more coherent than Mr. Banks and he told me that they had a gentlemen’s duel over one of the native girls. What nonsense. The girls give their affection freely, if somewhat quietly and there was a lot more of them than there was of us. Still, I might have done the same for Hinano, particularly with Mr. Banks. June 16, 1769 I gathered the men to talk of yesterday’s events. I told them that it was completely unnecessary. “After all”, I concluded, “We are only here for one more month”. The only good side of this is that Hinano had left for her village and did not witness this humiliation. She returned with news of another feast. I was torn about allowing the crew to attend. Would it be better to confine them from temptation and force them to fester with their obsessions or should they have another taste of native inhibitions? They had been infected by affection and their judgement had been compromised but, perhaps, the cure is the same as the disease. Then again, we could always go back to drinking vinegar. June 18, 1769 This time, I led the men back to the village in what came to look like a parade. I had the men dress in their best and armed. We entered the village in proper a military line and the natives came to watch. We may have looked threatening from a distance but our smiles gave us away. Our arrival was timely and I kept the men together for the hour until the festivities. Their girlfriends tried to pull them away but there will be plenty of time for that later. We sat as a group on the right side of the chief and I think he was impressed by my authority over them. He took pride in the way a father would. As before, the food and drink were abundant and the more formal dancers were a prologue for the raunchier proceedings as the sun went down. With Hinano translating, the chief asked about England and I watched both their eyes grow wide as I attempted to describe London. I talked of buildings taller than trees and wider than this entire village. I mentioned bridges and paved roads and drew a picture of a horse in the sand. It was difficult to describe how many people lived there in numbers that were beyond their comprehension but they were shocked as they began to understand. Hinano had an interesting question that I did not have an answer for. She asked if a single life is less important when there are so many. My focus went to the dancing in front of me. I realized that the current group of dancers were not a part of the village as I had never seen them before. They must be a troupe of travelling entertainers and they were definitely entertaining. They was a story behind their dancing and it was an erotic story. At one point, I wasn’t sure if a couple of them were actually having sex as the others surrounded them. There was one, in particular, that caught my attention. She was just so young and fresh but she danced so lasciviously. Her eyes, in one moment, could be so innocent but , in the next, so lustful. I could not stop watching her and she seemed to appreciate my attention. Her breasts were not yet full but enough for a handful. They were so round and proud and high on her narrow, fragile chest but, in profile, they were so pointed that they almost looked dangerous. Her hips were femininely flared but her frame was just too frail and her legs too thin to be fully grown. The light of the blazing fire glistened on her skin and reflected in her dark eyes. The fire seemed to be inside her and I imagined her touch as burning. She was just so young. I wanted her so badly but my conscience nagged. I had found the forbidden fruit of this paradise but, so far, nothing has been forbidden. When their dance was over, I continued to watch her hungrily at the side and she glanced back at me pensively. She gave me one long look and turned around to disappear into the darkness. I followed her instinctively. I did not think to excuse myself from my host or even think at all. My heart was pounding louder and faster than the drums and my feet led the way. Behind the village, in the silver light of the full moon, my eyes strained into the shadows. Then, a snap of a twig that must have been intentional directed my way. I found her kneeling, like a petite flower, in a grassy clearing amongst the bushes. She smiled at me in a way that was both delicate and knowingly wanton. She was still half naked and she faintly giggled as I walked to her. She held up her hand and I was about to take it and join her on the ground when she cupped my groin. I stood there as she fumbled with the buttons and her face just inches away from my growing member. She had probably never dealt with buttons before and by the time she got them undone, I had almost been undone, myself. She stroked it gently at first and then kissed softly. She kissed the tip and along the shaft and then her tongue darted between her lips. She returned to the tip and engulfed it in her mouth. Her hot mouth was such a contrast to the cool night air on my saliva dampened shaft. She sucked me in like an undertow and legs were unsteady from waves of pleasure. I could stand no longer and collapsed to the ground. The girl wasted no time at regaining her lips on me and I grabbed her head in my hands, pushing it deeper. She sucked and rubbed her tongue against me as if she were a calf on an udder. It didn’t take long for me to provide the cream. She just kneeled there as I moaned contentedly. I gestured her toward me and she surprised me by sitting on top of me. I wasn’t ready to go again but it wouldn’t take long with that view. I reached up, compelled to touch those amazing tits. I was gentle at first but was overwhelmed with the soft, firm, sensual and practical nature of them. I clenched them and squeezed them together and pinched the nipples until she squealed in pain. I did not intend to hurt her, I just forgot who they belonged to. I begged for her absolution with a kiss. I pulled her head toward me and touched my lips to hers. She returned the kiss with passion I had never known. She wasn’t kissing me, she was devouring me. She pressed her entire body against me and her previous feather-like weight made it difficult to breathe. I was being ravished and I liked it. I tugged at what I can only call a scarf that was tied around her waste and grabbed her taut ass. Again, I squeezed and pinched and she groaned but not in pain. She grinded her hips as she continued to molest my tongue with hers. I rubbed a finger into the damp pubic hair and along the folds. When I touched the little bump of her clitoris, she bit my nose. It didnt hurt but it scared me. I pushed my finger inside her and she grabbed onto it and grinded herself up to the knuckle. She gripped my finger so tightly, I wondered how I was going to fit. Her passion was almost overwhelming but it was also inspiring and I was back to being fully inspired. I pushed her back and undid the buttons on my tunic but could not remove it while lying on my back. I attempted to roll both of us over but she did not go for it. Understandable, the ground was cool and damp but there was no way she was going to be on top. Not today. She kneeled beside me as Í sat up and removed my shirt. She moved to climb over me again but I held her shoulders as I slipped behind her. Apparently, she liked this idea and poised herself for me to enter. I pushed in slowly. I had to, but once in, it fit just right. Enthused by her passion, I pushed hard and fast. Probably too hard. It was hard to tell, her ass was so firm that it would not shake. She was pushed off her knees and, now, those globes of her ass jiggled. Despite her pure animal lust, like Hinano, she was very quiet. I could barely hear her little moans. Unfortunately, I was not as controlled. We went our separate ways and I returned to the village to find the festivities winding down. Hinano had disappeared. The chief also departed as soon as I came back. Only a few of the crew were still around but they were well occupied. I was alone and wondered where I was to sleep. June 19, 1769 I returned to the fort alone after having spent the night under the stars. Hinano refused to return with me. Obviously she knew and she was hurt. By the end of a long walk, I had redefined many of my notions and presumptions. I had been so wrong. I had done so wrong. They were just so different. Different skin, different beliefs, different ways but the same feelings. I thought of them as less than English and less than human and, still, I fell in love. Perhaps, the heart is quicker than the mind. I almost turned around and walked back to plead for her forgiveness but the captain will be returning soon and we would be leaving. Perhaps, it was for the best. June 24, 1769 The return of the Endeavour does not bring the wind back in my own sails as I expected. A chapter ends but the book continues. This time, the captain sets anchor off the point and in plain sight of the fort. The captain, himself, was first to step ashore and he praised me on the fort. Not even that could make me happy. I just thanked him as if the work were meaningless. In the second boat was the astronomer who got busy setting up a telescope and a sextant and other gadgets. This was the real purpose of our voyage, to observe the transit of Venus as it will not happen again in our lifetimes. It will take three weeks and that seemed like a lifetime right now. Every day and, especially every night, I was tempted to go see Hinano. They welcomed us because they thought we were to be their allies and our guns would protect them from their enemies. I misled my intentions all the way into her family and was preparing to abandon her. Mr. Scuggins told me of their travels while they were away. The natives they encountered were not nearly as friendly. They were attacked numerous times and no amount of gesturing would dissuade them. We had already become the allies of their enemies. There were no major casualties among the crew but dozens and maybe hundreds of natives had fallen in front of our guns and cannons. However, they had developed an extensive map of the area. “I envy you, I really do”, I told him, “I would have preferred to be in battle than stuck here”. “I heard that it wasn’t so bad”, he said with a smirk. “It’s a long way from home”, I answered. “It’s a fuckin’ paradise. Didn’t you realize that?”, he scoffed. “Not for me”, I answered cryptically and walked away. July 10, 1769 I find myself leading a search for two deserters, Mr Gibson and Mr. Webb had decided they preferred this place to their home and, more importantly, their duty. There is a part of me that would wish them good luck and good bye but I have my duty as well. We have two days to find them. After that, the natives are planning another feast and the captain does not intend to let them know it was to be a farewell party. I was relieved to leave discreetly. If I must leave, then I would prefer not to see her beautiful face once more. How could I ask her to forgive me and then depart forever? Actually, there was nothing I wanted more. Almost nothing. Not anything I could do anything about. I am an officer and I must set my obligations above my own desires. July 14, 1769 Now under full sail and the island is long out of sight. The two deserters had been captured and disciplined severely. The captain insisted to make them an example. It was odd when we found them because they resisted by shooting at us. There were twenty guns pointed at them and they were likely to be killed but they preferred that to leaving. Had I not dropped my gun and walked out to them to explain that, they would be dead. The danger and the irony of that didn’t occur to me until later. I wasn’t trying to commit suicide. Neither was I trying to be a hero. It’s funny, but when I finally developed some inner clarity, the rest of the world became surreal. The danger just seemed like part of some ridiculous play and I was just an actor. The original purpose of the voyage had been a failure due to the weather and inadequate equipment but the charting of the area should be considered a success, by itself. Mr. Banks, too, was quite proud of his samples and classifications. Apparently, he had done a lot of work between bottles. I, on the other hand, leave behind an abandoned fort and my innocence. In return, I get guilt and a lightened burden of hope. The crew, like myself, toil in silence, distracted by loss and unsatisfied in memories. We leave paradise behind because we do not belong there and I am still favouring that I should leave this log to the sea.

The day was warm and sunny as Danealle and her fiancee drove from the lakeside cottage they rented for the wedding. The big day was getting close and allot of preparations was on the way. It was good to get away from all the buzz. The stopped at the general store in town along the way. Danealle wanted to get a few things for the ride. They were going to pick up Mason's best friend and man. She was sure he would be hungry after his flight and the airport was a few hours away from the little small town.
 
As she came out of the store so noticed Mason talking to the store owners daughter, Trina. She hated coming into town for just that reason. Trina was a small thin slip of a girl barely over 18. Most of the time she was barely covered in her short cut offs 

and short tees. It attracted men to the store like honey. Today she was outside washing the delivery truck, her cloths clinged to her like a second skin. her large thick nipples showed thorough her wet pale pink t-shirt. Mason stood there chattering on with her as his eyes focused on the bumps in her shirt. Danealle coughed behind him and walked on to the car. She didn't understand why this kid made her feel so inadequate. She scowled and slammed the door as she got in the car.
 
Mason returned to the vehicle quickly and sat down. It took him a minute to get comfortable. It was a good thing he wearing jeans. He had got a serious hard on. Danealle rolled her eyes and turned towards the door. 'Damn,' he thought,'she is pissed. I cant have her meeting Neil while in a mood.'
 
As they were driving outside of town he decided to try to talk to her.
"Baby, You know I love you right. She is just a little girl."
 
Danealle turned with a snap. "Oh you look at little girls like that?"
 
"You know what I mean. I would never cross the line. I love you too much." Mason said as he pulled over into a rest stop. The view was beautiful from here you could see the lake in the distance and the small town at the bottom of the mountain. Mason got out and went to the trunk and pulled out a basket and blanket.
 
"This was why I was talking to Trina. I had her make this surprise for you. Please forgive me and come out of the car." Mason took Danealle by the hand and pulled her from her seat. "Come on baby. Don't be like that. I got your favorite..strawberry cheese cake."
 
Danealle smiled a little and let Mason pull her along until they found a secluded spot near the woods. They put down and blanket and placed the picnic out. Mason poured Danealle a cup of lemonade. Then sat down behind her and caressed her shoulders. "You look beautiful today babe. I cant wait for Neil to see what a lucky man I am."
 
Danealle picks a strawberry up to his lips for him to bite. "Yeah you are lucky
 and you better not forget it." She smiles at him and her other hand drops to his crouch."Cause if you do you will never feel my lips around your cock again."
 
Mason's cock jumped at her touch."Jesus woman!! I love it when you talk dirty." He kisses her passionately as he holds her body against his chest His hands caressing her full ample tits. As her body responds to his touch he slides his hands under her blouse and unclasps her bra.Her already large chest seems to double in size as he released them. "Mmmmm baby. I still get amazed every time I see your tits." Mason lifts her shirt up exposing her full melon sized orbs. Danealle giggles and pulls it back down. "Mason we can't not outside in the public. What if someone sees?"
 
"Your mine and  I don't care who sees or knows it? They just have to be jealous. Unless your are just ashamed of this beautiful body." He lifts her head to his. "Are you baby?"  Danealle slowly shook her head no.
 
Mason lifted her shirt again and began to caress her tits. Danealle could feel his meat behind her poking against her back. He whispered in her ear. "Baby, I want to see you naked. Strip for me. Let me take some shots of you up here in this beautiful scenery.
 
Blushing, Danealle stood up and slowly and teasing pulled her shirt over her head. She could hear his camera phone clicking as her tits bounced from under the blouse. She was starting to get into. She wiggles and danced a
little as she turns around and lifts her skirt. Spreading her thighs she pulled at her tiny panties. Bending over she pulled them down from her ass, uncovering her tight asshole and full cunt lips.
 
"Ohh baby.." she heard Mason moan.
"Right there. Hold that pose..I want a closer shot of that.."
 
She turned her head and smiled at him. As he bent down behind her snapping pictures. She felt his cool fingers touching her twat spreading her lips. He began to rub her clit with his thumb. "Oohhh yeah baby..That's it.." he moaned. " I want to see that clit grow."  Danealle shuddered as he began flicking her clit. Her cunt twitched and dripped down between her swollen lips. She began to breathe hard as she struggled not to move. "Oh you like that ...Don't you babe."
 
Danealle shook her head and moaned out loud. "Yes hun..YESHHHH!   You ..you get me so excited...."
 
Mason smiled and leaned in a licked the juices from her twat. He knew it would send her over the edge. He was so right. She started quivering and her knees buckled and she collapsed into a kneeling position.
 
"Oh, what's this? You look like you want to fuck." Mason unbuckles his pants and drops them to the ground. Bending down behind her he started to lick her cunt with long wide strokes. Parting her lips with his thumbs he licks her clit in heavy circular motions. Danealle shudder and moves away and he grasps her thighs and pulls her back,launching his tongue deep inside her cunt.
 
Danealle screams out uncontrollably..." OOOHHH FUCKK!!..oh ohhhh YEAS!!" As Mason's tongues flicks inside her cunt hitting her g-spot over and ove,r making her squirt in his face.  he Sucks a mouthful of her juices, then he moves up to her asshole and blows it inside. Moving his thumbs back behind her he begins to slowly  push them in her tight hole. He has been trying to fuck this asshole since they met. Today was going to be the day while he had her in the thrall of passion.  He fingered her shitter with his first thumb. She moaned in excitement. Her ass wiggled and clinched around it. "yeah today is it he thought."
Mason positioned himself behind her and rubbed his cock against her cunt. She began panting and moaning loudly as he slowly push it into her pussy. He slid into her wet cunt easy as he gathered more of her juice and rubbed her asshole with his other thumb. Slowly he popped it inside next to the other one.
 Finally after some slow work he had both thumbs deep inside her wiggling them as he pounded her cunt. He could feel her loosen her hold on them as she came closer to climax. Her body tensed and her cunt pulsed and tightened as she violently shuddered under him. His cock was flooded with the warmth of her cum flowing over him.
 
Danealle smiled blissfully and wiggled her ass on his thumbs. Mason knew this was the moment he was waiting for. He pulled out her wet clit and pushed his cock against her back door.  He stretched her hole open as he pushed his head in. Danealle cryed out and pulled away. Pulling his thumbs out he grabbed her hips holding her in place as he slowly pushes into her squirming body. "Shhhhh baby, just relax...."
 
"No...Stop,...Please..." Danealle cried, but barely having the energy to resist. Mason slowly stopped his assault and kissed her neck. "Baby I am half way there. Don't make me stop.. It will be worth it promise. Babe please.."  Danealle slowly nods her tear stained face.
"Thank you baby!" Mason kisses her gently and slowly began to press into her again. He could feel her tensing under him. He began to finger her clit and rub between her lips. Soon she was moaning again and her ass began to loosen up.
"That's it lover," he cooed in her ear as he pulled out and began to press back in her shitter. Her moans became heavily and she began to drip on his fingers. "You like that don't you baby!"
 
Danealle began to push back on his cock as she nodded in agreement. Mason pumped faster slapping his balls against her cunt. He began to babble as he picked up speed his cock engorging inside her tight hole. Then he pulls her hips back on him ramming his full length inside her as he sprays ropes of thick cum up her ass overfilling it until it squeezes out the sides. Panting he falls across her back. "Baby, ohh god! Baby, that was so good"
 
Mason and Danealle lay across the blanket for a bit before Danealle reminds him that they had to leave. Getting up to get dressed Mason kisses her and kneels down  between her thighs to  slowly  give her twat a lick again. "How about we leave that uncovered a bit hunny?"
 
Danealle smiles and tosses him her panties.
 "Whatever you desire stud.." she smiles and walks to the car.

aded out to the mountains.

At this point, nothing unusual has occurred. Normal pains of getting ready to go and driving out to the camping area. The first day was normal .. totally normal. When I think back now, nothing happened that would have set the stage for what happened next.

It only took about one night to get the sleeping arrangements down. Our youngest wanted to sleep in the tent and my husband slept in the tent with him. I was not going to sleep in the tent and my oldest wasn't into that much so he and I slept in the RV.

We were all sitting outside eating .. around the fire till late. My oldest son was the first to call it a night and went to the RV to bed. I didn't go back to the RV until about an hour or two later. As I was waking to the door, I was a little irritated trying to figure out how I was going to change into my night clothes.

The RV was dark, I had to turn on some sort of light to see anything. My oldest son is a deep sleeper so I wasn't too worried about that except for my need to change. Once I turned on the light I checked to see that he was where I thought he was, and he was. He sleeps in the the bed at the far end of the RV. My bed was near there, but off to the side. As I walked to the back to get my clothes, I watched him carefully to see if he was awake. No, he was asleep, on his back .. head turned away from me. This made me feel a lot better, I needed to change.

I undressed in a manner that showed the least, just in case he woke up. I was watching him as I dropped my pants .. then my undies. This was reasonably safe, my shirt was long enough to cover my butt. Now for the risky part, i had to unbutton my shirt and get my bra off then put my night shirt on.

I paused to listen to his breathing. He sounded asleep. Just when I was ready to do it, he moved his legs, I froze. I was still .. did he wake up? No .. he was still breathing the same. OMG ... that is when I saw it. He wasn't covered and his penis fell out of his shorts ... I could see it all ... even some of his balls. The first thought that went through my mind was “Damn, that does not look like a kids penis” , Was he hard?

At this point is was more like watching an accident ... i didn't want to look, but I had to. “No, he wasn't hard, he just had a man size soft cock ... pretty big .. and thick”

I found myself looking at his cock from time to time as I changed, but I managed to put it out of my mind. For about 5 seconds, and it felt like much longer, I was totally nude and my sons cock was 4 feet away. A wave of guilt hit me and I finished changing ... pushing that perversion out of my mind.

I turned off the light and headed my bed to get some sleep.

At some point during the night I had to pee really bad, so I got up and left the RV to take care of business. The moon was full and very bright. I had no need for the flash light as I made my way to the shower / restroom building.

After returning to the RV, I walked inside. The moon was beaming through the window, so I didn't need the light. As I walked over to my bed, I did the unthinkable .. I looked to see if his cock was still hanging out. OMG it was and it was rock hard. That was the biggest cock I have seen in real life. I bet I could put two hands on it, holding it like a baseball bat .. .and the head would still be showing. Damn, it would be just like the handle of a baseball bat. His cock was so hard and stiff it wanted to be standing up but the weight of it laid it on this stomach.

I put it out of my mind and got into bed, but I just tossed and turned. I knew what need to be done. I can masturbate very quietly .. and I didn't have a choice.

I could hear him sleeping as I pulled up my shirt some to start masturbating. I kept the covers on so I could play it off as sleeping if he woke up. I started thinking about some of the men I saw that day then just started to think about how good rubbing my pussy felt. I was getting closer and closer, damn, I need a cock right now. Thats when I crossed the line, I opened my eyes and looked right at his big cock. OMG .... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ..... boom .. the wave of pleasure hit me. I came the second I looked at that big fat cock. I closed my eyes and pretended that didn't happen.

Part II

My pussy was still throbbing .. I was hot. I tossed of the blanket not thinking about my pussy being in full view.

It really was an innocent idea at first. I really wanted to get the windows open to get some air flowing. I got up .. opened one near my bed but the other was near my sons bed. I started toward the bed and window and son ... damn .. that is when it got weird.

As I reached his bed ... I did look at that cock. It really was big. I tried to reach for the window at the foot of his bed, I could touch it but didn't have the leverage to open it. I knew I needed to put at least one knee on the bed to open it. When I did that .. the mattress pressed down and caused his lower body to lean my way, but he was still asleep. Now I am halfway on the bed .. knee and food .. turned sideways ... my ass pointing towards his face .... he rolled. He rolled towards me...... his massive semi-hard cock flopped right on the back of my ankle. Ughhhhh .. mmmm .. now what. I froze and waited .. my pussy throbbed again. Damn .. his cock was getting hard again. I used two fingers and gently lifted the head of his cock off my leg as I put my leg back on the ground.

The head of his cock was now .. right at the edge of the bed .. hanging over the edge about 1 inch by the time he got mostly hard. I was totally out of control. I started to rub my pussy as I watched it. He could have opened his eyes at any time. I was so close to cumming. I just had to do it .. I leaned my body into the bed ... spread my pussy lips and let them gently wrap the head of his massive cock. I held it there for about 5 seconds while rubbing my clit. ....MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I came so hard I pulled back away from the bed ... falling to the floor. The noise woke him. He noticed I was on the ground and asked me if I was OK. Just then he noticed his cock was out and put it away.

As I laid in bed after that .. “I'm sure he was awake”. “I think he saw my pussy as I was on the floor”. I acted like I was sleeping .. breathing heavy.

I thought it might happen, he rolled on his back and started masturbating. I watched everything and rubbed my clit as he did it. He made me cum for a third time when I saw that cum shoot out of his cock.

I don't know that I would ever make it happen but if he ever tries to fuck me .. I just couldn't turn him down.

weave between my legs, do rollies in the weeds, before and after they were pulled, licking themselves clean while sitting on my gloves that were impediments to weeding in large part.

It was that kind of morning--kitties--all of them!--weeds and the sky was clear blue emphasizing tufts of white cloud cruising along in the heavens. It was cool enough that the sun felt welcome on my back. One cat was sunning, another in the shade, sitting point for any and all gophers, thought they were elusive, even to cats. I didn't want to see it, or the result of the hunt, but I was glad to know the news so my Iris and pansy would have another day.

But, first some coffee and evap and the paper--got to check Ann and Abby and the letters. Here was one: "It Ought to be Banned While your editorial about freedom of speech was admirable, there are limits. And the latest book about sexual behavior is disgusting and ought to be banned. Some hairbrained feminist says consensual sex between an adult and a 15 year old girl can be beneficial because the girl should learn from some ill-informed fellow 15 year old about a beautiful human experience. Ban the book and the writer, I say. Abigail Birthright, Clovis."

That was my morning paper: book burnings, suppression of ideas, and it would send me to an early gardening morning! Coffee done, paper in the bin, dishes clean...check of the weather...short-sleeved blouse weather. My favorite. Well...to the garden...just gardening and kitties and......wandering thoughts.

About the letter. I wondered just what that writer meant. I had my share of fumbling young boys who fumbled and fiddled, as did I at the time...but there was one time, actually a few times...it was educational in one way, very memorable in another, and...

I took a wheelbarrow load of weeds to the compost pile and after the fourth load I was finished. The sun was making me hot and the kitties were all in the shade now. It was time for a shower and my favorite late morning TV Show. I had just time for showering, toweling and housecoat and eased into my recliner for the show. My hair was still damp and cool, my skin was warm from the shower; I looked at the garden, flowers, and settled into the chair, moving my feet up off the ground. Commercials! The scourge of American TV! I wondered about that letter and began to see things again, but not waht was on TV. It was a repeat of an episode I had already seen.

I reached for the remote control and turned off the sound and pushed my chair further back. I closed my eyes. I could hear loud purring. It was one of my cats and the sound soothed me. More atmosphere. Suddenly, she was on my lap and purring and settling on my housecoat nestling between my legs. I could feel her purr it was so strong. It all made me drowsy and I totally relaxed.

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"Gena!" It was one of the boys in school. "Can I walk home with you?"

"It's a free country," I said and so we walked together toward home. First across the road and then into the large field that separated the area of the school from our housing. "I brought something for us to drink," he said. It was almost like a date, I thought, and I hadn't had many dates at the time and this might as well be a date. "And a sandwich." I had already eaten lunch but date etiquette required me to say: "Fine." "And a blanket so we can sit and have a little picnic," he said. Uh oh, I thought, maybe this is a real after school date. I had never had one before. A blanket, why to cover oneself with, Right. Or to lie on...and maybe, if I got lucky to be kissed on?

"Let's go over where we can't be seen and we can eat in peace," he said. His name was Jeffrey and we were both 15 years old. And, by this time, I had declared this an "official"date. Just the two of us, and a picnic on a blanket where we wouldn't be seen. That constituted a date. I could hardly wait to tell my girlfriends!

We walked among the trees and he found a level place with grass so it would be soft enough and spread out the blanket. I was careful not to let him see up my legs when we sat down for the picnic. I didn't trust him you see and that excited me a little. Dates should be a little exciting up until a girl puts a stop to it, at least that's what I thought at the time. A little adventure.

I knew he'd try to see up my legs when I sat down like boys all do because he sat down first and looked up at me. My skirt was just below my knees and it's hard to sit on a blanket and be ladylike at the same time though a lady on a date wasn't required to be a lady for the entire date. So I sat down but not as carefully as I should have and that was part of the fun and the tease and I knew he got a glimpse. I hoped he did. I had pretty legs and a pretty body and my breasts were filling out. I think I had the largest set in class. Some of the other girls were jealous though they lied about it and said they weren't jealous; that theirs would soon be just as nice. Meanwhile I was proud of my body. "You're very pretty," he said. That was nice and I believed him right away because I knew it was the truth. I looked in the mirror sometimes before I got dressed for bed. I was very pretty. In the mirror I saw a real woman even at my age.

One time I checked myself out carefully on a day all my family had gone on an outing and I had stayed home. I looked at myself a long time and felt my breasts, how soft they were, but my nipples got hard while I was looking. They just rose up and got stiff. When I stopped feeling they went soft again until I touched my legs and up between my legs and admired my soft growth of light brown hair. They got stiff again and I kind of felt stiff all over too and had to breath more. My face was flushed. It all embarrassed me and, at the same time, made me feel warm. Then I put on my dress and went downstairs to soak my feet and cut my toenails. I liked to be alone when I did that. Not entirely alone actually. Just me and our little doggie. He liked to watch me when I soaked my feet and cut my nails. Sort of our time together.

I sat down on the blanket first putting down one knee and then the other and giving Jeffrey, who was lying on his back and looking up, just ever so slight of a glance under my skirt and up my leg. I wondered if he could see I had no knickers on. His face got a little red so he must have gotten a glimpse of something good!

"What are we having?" I asked. "My Mum makes really good ham and cheese sandwiches," he said and got one out of a sack. "Too bad we don't have a soda," I said. Jeffrey got up and went behind one of the trees and pulled out two Coca Colas. "I didn't know if you'd let me walk you home but I could always come back and get them later if you said 'No'" So that was it. Confirmed. A real date and during the week. That was even better. How to open the bottles was another matter. Like I say, he wasn't very experienced and, then, neither was I, but he found a way to laboriously pry off the bottle caps and we sat and ate and drank, not knowing what to say and not knowing what would happen next.

I sat on a stool with my feet soaking in the warm water and daydreaming about myself and how much prettier my body was than some of the girls. One of my best friends had almost no breasts at all even thought we were both fifteen and she had no body hair. She had just a little hairless slit where I had a nice folding of skin delicately covered with light brown curls. She wanted to touch me there one time but I said "No." She didn't mention it again. I wasn't ready for anyone to touch me there, except myself, of course. I slept over at her house a couple times. She lived alone with her Dad.

She and I slept in the same bed but nothing ever happened--not in bed, that is. There was a time her Dad bought us both nightgowns so we put them on. That was the time I saw that she wasn't very developed. She admired my body and it made me proud of myself. That was when she reached at me in amazement and I stepped back. I was surprised at her reaction.

We looked at ourselves in the mirror in our new nightgowns. They were on the short side and didn't hide much. She didn't have much to hide, but I did. Anyway, I was proud and didn't feel like hiding myself. Then, together we went into the lounge. It was an exhibition and her Dad's eyes were staring hard at us when we entered. It made my face hot. He was looking very hard at me, not his daughter, and I could almost feel his eyes under my nightgown, traveling up my legs and feeling them touch my light covering of hair...I was sure his eyes were admiring my pretty fanny...I felt hot and cool at the same time, between my legs, and my friend and I sat down together, across from her Dad.

The TV was on and I focused on the TV even though nothing good was on and hoping, in a way, her Dad was looking at the TV, not me, and also hoping, maybe he was taking a peek at the pretty girl in the pretty nightgown; taking a peek at her nice breasts and her beautiful fanny that was really hot right now. I crossed my legs so he couldn't look any more at my fanny but I knew he was looking at me and my friend and I were watching TV. It felt good when I crossed my legs and sort of squeezed myself together. I don't think his looking meant anything to her, after all, it was her Dad and he had seen her many times. But for me his eyes were feeling me all over. This was just the same thing to her, but to me it was very different and disturbing and I was scared about what might happen next. And a little hopeful. This was an adventure. I liked adventures. I wanted to have one now.

My kitty shifted its position on my lap and awakened me for a few moments and then it started purring again. I petted its head and down its back and it nuzzled and nestled itself into just the right spot and let out a large sigh and purr and went still. I closed my eyes. Where was I?

On the blanket chewing my sandwich, drinking a Coke, on a midweek date after school. I didn't especially like Jeffrey. Not that I didn't like him but he was just a boy, not a particular boy, and I didn't know much about boys and hadn't been on many dates, just dances at church and such as that and boys were very shy about girls and didn't talk. I knew they looked when we thought we were unaware and talked when we weren't around but otherwise they were different and strange and interesting in their own way. How girls made them nervous I don't know. What was there to be nervous about? So we ate our sandwiches and didn't talk much except that it hadn't rained and might not rain for a few days and it was warm and then about our teachers and the school and science class and...you know...talked basically about nothing.

At the picnic with Jeffrey I had no knickers and wondered what he would say if he knew. Maybe that would get him to talking or probably just make his face red. My new nightgown had next to no knickers either. Just a flimsy little covering of my fanny. And her Dad knew it and enjoyed it...just a flimsy covering. I know I liked the way it made me feel, being almost, but not quite naked. There was a hint of my flesh, hiding slightly. And there was no need for any covering when I was soaking my feet. Our doggie could be counted among the silent though his mouth was open. Knickers or no knickers. They were a special part of my life. Sometimes I put them on for school and sometimes not. It made me feel dirty when I had nothing on underneath at school. Like I could show a boy any time I wanted what a real girl was like. An adventure every time I sat down or bent over.

Jeffrey, our little innocent doggie, my girlfriend's Dad, they seemed the same in a way--and here I was: a girl before them, almost naked at the waist--if they only knew: Our doggie certainly didn't know of the importance of my nakedness...I even let him look, what did it matter, his tongue out, panting, his pretty eyes, looking eagerly at me, probably for a biscuit or something...something?...anything maybe, but looking eagerly at me, at my wet little cunny with the slight covering of hair, my legs apart, soaking my feet. I knew I was wet and wondered about it. I could feel the air cooling me there, just there, and it made me even more wet. Was I making me wet or was the looking at me causing it. I reached and felt my slippery opening. It made me shiver. It was hard for me to remove my fingers. If Jeffrey would have been there, at that moment, what then? If my girlfriend's Dad had been there?

He was there when I was on the couch with my girlfriend. She protected me from the situation and then again her Dad was also across the room in his armchair. I glanced over but he wasn't watching the TV he was looking at me again and smiled. "Thank you for the nightgowns," I said. "You both look very pretty in them," he said, including his daughter in the remark and making me feel more comfortable but I kept my legs crossed. I knew I had to keep them crossed or he could see right through the filmy gown and see me just like I had seen myself in the mirror at home with nothing on at all. I was virtually naked, in front of a grown man. Isn't that what women do sometimes? But I wasn't a women. I was just a very pretty girl with her girlfriend for protection.

Then she fell asleep! What now, I thought. She was my guardian and asleep on the guard. Nothing happened is what happened...and we watched TV...then her Dad got up and said he was going to put his daughter, to bed. He was removing my guardian and I was scared but not the least bit tired. I couldn't wait to find out about the next part of this adventure. He bent down to pick her up and I saw his eyes on me, all over me, between my breasts, between my legs, which I kept crossed, and put my arms around myself to protect against his dark brown looking-all-over-me eyes. I relaxed when he left the room and maybe he would go to sleep as well and thus would end my little adventure. Less than I had imagined, though I wasn't sure what I had thought would happen.

Jeffrey finished his sandwich first and laid back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. He reached out and held my hand. I wondered what he would have done if he had known how close his hand was to my naked fanny. Her Dad came back to the lounge and I put my arms around myself again. He didn't look at me this time but sat down next tome. "It's a little cold in here," he said. It actually was a little cold and he put his arm on the back of the couch. "Move over her and Ill keep you warm," he said. I moved only slightly. I was already practically in his lap! Our little doggie moved closer to me and looked at the water in the foot bath and looked up at me again. I opened my legs and let him look. What did it matter?

I laid back on the blanket and closed my eyes. Jeffrey squeezed my hand and we both laid there. Neither of us saying a word and maybe not knowing what to talk about. What is there to talk about with boys anyway. He moved closer to me and we were shoulder to shoulder. Body next to body. I got bold and turned on my side and put my arm over his waist. He put his arm under my head. Our doggie must have known my fanny was wet. I'm not sure if Jeffrey knew. I didn't know myself at that moment whether it was or not. Then her Dad put his arm on my shoulder. I felt a little sleepy and rested my head on his arm. My nipples were stiff and the nightgown rubbed against them. I felt his eyes on me, down my shoulders and between my breasts and I caught my breath.

That naughty doggie was sniffing my legs, looking for something, and sniffing me! Jeffrey and I laid there, our eyes closed, not moving, and the doggie licked my fanny, more than once. It was my fault for opening myself to him and I closed my legs and pushed him back. He was determined and kept at me. I hadn't finished cutting my toenails and so I stayed right where I was, the doggie licking my thigh and getting under me and up between my legs again. I thought what the heck. I was alone. Who would know? It didn't matter. It was just a doggie and it really felt good. Then I hoped he wouldn't stop. Another adventure and I didn't know what would happen next.

Her Dad kissed me all of a sudden and it shocked me. But not enough that I didn't kiss him back. He whispered: "You're a very pretty girl." I didn't know what to say or do and thanked him for my nightie. "I wanted to see you in it. With your school clothes off." This was going too far I thought so I kissed him back. I opened my eyes and saw Jeffrey not her Dad and then it was her Dad again and my persistent little doggie and the kitty was readjusting itself on my lap. "Stay still," I thought, "I don't want to be disturbed."

I was back in the field, on the couch and soaking my feet and my hands were busy now. The kitty jumped down and walked out of the room. Her Dad was really kissing me and not saying anything more, just little whispers and I was catching my breath between kisses. I'd never really kissed anyone seriously like this so I put my arm around him, like in the movies, and nuzzled against him, his mouth was on my neck and I felt my nightgown leaving my shoulders and my breasts being suckled and kissed all over and then he sucked on my nipples and my legs went apart. I don't know why that happened. I didn't care. I wanted more of these feelings. Suddenly my flimsy nightgown knickers were gone! Where had they gone? I didn't care but felt more open and completely naked. My nipples and my legs seemed connected and making me dizzy. "I'm going to make you a woman tonight." His hand was down and between my legs. I listened for my girlfriend and hoped she wouldn't interrupt us. His fingers massaged me. They moved easily in and out of me because I was wet and hot. "You're wet and hot," he whispered. I could barely hear him. I didn't care what he said only what he was making me feel Hot! Dreamy! Exploding! I was dizzy all over! I couldn't get enough of his touching and lifted myself with each upstroke and lowered myself against his fingers with each downstroke. I was an instrument and he was a musician magically making me respond. A symphony and my ears were full of the sounds.

My little doggie forced himself upon me. I was glad for his persistence and opened myself finally as his reward. His tongue slavered me eagerly and I lifted my dress out of his way watching him lick me. His tongue was hot and pushed aside my hair and into me. I closed my eyes and let myself feel deep forbidden sensations that went from my legs to my thighs up my waist and to my cheeks and temples. A boy glanced at me across the classroom and I felt him up my dress where I was naked. I looked down at my pretty new nightgown and at her Dad's head between my legs. I felt his breath on me and his fingers spread me open. The boy across the room smiled and looked directly up my dress. I opened my legs a little. He looked at me again and looked through me, into me and his look traveled through my legs and thighs along my body making my face hot and my breath short in lightning waves and I knew something was happening inside me that was new and an adventure and held her Dad's head tight against me. He couldn't leave now. None of them could leave yet. Not yet. They needed to finish something. Finish me like her Dad knew how to do. Like Jeffrey wouldn't know for years. Like my doggie wouldn't understand and that would puzzle me. But her Dad knew how to finish me so I held his head and felt his ears and his mouth moving. A same kind of feeling, a school boy, a pretty doggie and a different feeling that a Man gives a Woman, in the evening after removing her evening gown. After removing her nightgown. After opening her body to touches and licking and, not this night, but a later night when she is older, sharing his prick with her cunt; pricking her cunt as only a man can do and a woman can have done but this time, first at a picnic a beginning, with a doggie and his hot tongue a further step, with the look of a schoolboy on her naked cunt and with her girlfriend's Dad and his knowlegable fingers and searching tongue, the adventure of making her more of a woman than a few minutes before. She liked being a woman and all the feelings that went with it made to be so from someone who knew how to bring her up to be a woman...to bring her off...finishing her off...making her come.

He covered her with a blanket and carried her to bed; she pushed her dress back over her legs after her doggie had finished thoroughly licking her fanny; she had slept on the blanket among the trees in the field and then it was that she opened her eyes where she lay on the recliner and removed her hands fromwhere they had been, at her waist, dipping in and out and along her fanny, and then quickening on her stiffness, bringing herself until her nipples were tight and her fanny rising and falling to each upstroke and each downstroke, then she was resting and covering herself with her housecoat, settling back against the chair. Her mind was somehow clear just now. It was very quiet. Even so, in the next room she could hear the kitty purring loudly.

ed just how gorgeous Jess was and how long it had been since he fucked someone new.

When they got the water they all started screaming wrestling around, playing chicken, all the usual water sports. Needless say Freddie and Jess had also brought the cooler down from the house. Off to side Freddie and Paul talked about swapping girls, at the time it wasn’t that bad of an idea, after all most ideas don’t seem that bad when you’re drunk.

As the four are sitting on the beach Paul starts to make out with Jess prompting Freddie and Sarah to do the same to keep up.

Paul and Jess were lying in each others arms kissing on another, their tongues were playing with one another as he began to massage her breasts. It wasn’t hard for him to remove her small bikini. As he lay on top of her grinding his cock up against her pussy she slid down his trunks to release his cock. Jess just loved feeling Paul’s hard ass and was eagerly waiting to be fucked.

Freddie began the same as Paul, except didn’t wait for Sarah to take off his shorts. He then got down and removed Sarah’s bikini and sucked on her nipples, he loved to arouse her by playing with them. Then Sarah pulled him up to her face as they started kissing.

As Paul and Freddie look at one another as they are now on top of their girl each gives the other cleverish grin and swaps. Paul is now on top of Sarah and Freddie on Jess. Each girl didn’t really mind. Both guys were gorgeous and had fantasized about the other.

Paul’s mouth was busy with Sarah so he moved his hand slowly down to her pussy, he didn’t want to rush it so he used his ring finger, and middle finger to rub her, and then finally insert them into her pussy. Once he did that she immediately started moaning in ecstasy. They were at this for about 10 minutes then he got on top of her, kissed her, then slowly moved down her body with kisses, every kiss arousing her more the closer he get to her pussy. He placed his head in between her legs kissing her inner thighs and around her clit, and then finally stuck his tongue in her warm delicious pussy, he lapped up all of her juices and used his other hand to open up her pussy and get better access. He must have hit the g-spot on her because she went into an instant orgasm and grabbed his head and pushed it into her pussy. He was sticking his tongue all up in her pussy, giving her a maximum oral experience.

Freddie looked at Jess. She put her hands on his face and drew his lips to hers. Breaking off their incredible kiss she ran her mouth down his neck, and stopping on his chest to tantalize his nipples. She proceeded to lick the rest of his hairless chest down until she got to his cock with well trimmed pubic hair .His cock must have been 8" at least! She looked up and saw his eyes closed tight in anticipation. Leaning forward she flicked her tongue over the head of his wonderful dick then took all of it into her mouth. Deep throating him was something he would never forget. She sucked as hard as she could and fondled his balls. Freddie was lightly thrusting into her mouth and so she sucked harder. She heard him gasp as if for breath and timed her breath intake with each of his thrusts. Feeling his balls tighten, she braced herself for the taste of his cum. She positioned herself right at the tip so she would be sure to get every last drop. His whole dick stiffen, she closed her eyes when he came so she could concentrate on swallowing every bit. She could resist going back down on his dick before he had even finished cumming. She sucked which brought out more cum.

Paul and Sarah continued to kiss, his hands never leaving Jessie's wet pussy. And he was soon back, standing proud. He took a look at her and just slowly maneuvered his ragging cock to the very out side of her tight pussy. He started thrusting in and out of her as they lay on the sand. Each thrust causing him to roll his eyes in ecstasy, and her to moan in pleasure. "I want you Paul, I’ve always wanted you!!!" She shouted while digging her nails into Paul’s back, he hardly noticed. Finally he quickened the pace and started pumping back and forth motivated by her moaning. Each time he thrust he would look into to her eyes to see the pleasure of her getting fucked by the man of her dreams. She didn't stop moaning and soon reached further down and grabbed his ass. As he pumped harder and harder. "OOOOOHHHH GOOOOOD!!!" Sarah yelled as her whole body shook, but Paul kept at it not ready to quit. As her pussy contracted in orgasm he almost lost it, but held on strong. Continuing to ram her hard just like the star he was. Soon he felt the tightening in his balls and knew he could last much longer, but not wanting to cum in her he whipped it out and put it right in her face. Getting the message Sarah grabbed his cock with both hands and began vigorously stroking it right in front of her face. Paul couldn't take the sight of her beautiful lips any longer and blew all over her, wiping it off of his fingers and letting her lick them.

Freddie kissed Jess, took her had and went over to nearby rock. He started kissing her running his fingers up and down her slit until they were wet. He then started rubbing them up and down the crack of her ass while kissing her lower back. Eventually, he inserted on finger slowly into her ass. Jess moaned in pleasure, she always wanted to be fucked up the ass, but Paul was always against it. He worked it in nice and slow and eventually used two fingers. She was getting really into it and was moaning more now. He started rubbing his cock against her crack and made her lean over onto the rock so he got into a better position. Then, he gently pushed the head of his cock against her hole. It was a little rough at first, buy as more entered she began to relax and began to really enjoy his cock being thrust up and out of her ass.  She was in sheer bliss as he could fall the weight of his slam against her. After about five minutes he began pulling his cock all the way out of her hole and slamming it back in. She began bucking back against his cock.  She could feel an orgasm coming on.  Her ass tightened up and as she hit her peek he blew his load in her ass.  They just stayed like that for a minute with his dick fully rammed in my ass and cum leaking out of it.  Afterwards, they lay back down and he began to suck her nipples again.  Soon he was hard again and she started stroking his dick. Once he had her turned on again she climbed on top of him and straddled his cock.  She bounced on his rod for a couple of minutes and got off of him. She lowered her head down and began sucking on his balls.  She pleasured his balls with her tongue with gave him a hand job. 

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were gone for the weekend, as his hands found their way up her skirt and under her panties.

"Oh god you're so wet." he moaned, dragging his tounge down her tummy and pulling off her mini skirt and underwear. "Are...are you hard/" she asked, trembling at his touch. He gave her an amused expression. "Would you like the see for yourself?" he asked, taking her hand and guiding it down to his arousal.

"Oh wow! How can you stand that? Does it hurt?" she asked. "Not really..." he replied, scooting down and parting her pussy lips with his fingers before her began to lick and suck expertly.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed when she felt the incredible pleasure. He grinned wickedly and moved a hand down to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

He knew he could get her to blow him. He could get her to do anything in that moment, but he knew what he wanted and oral wasn't going to cut it. He knew she'd never done it before, and right then he needed her to please him. And she would.

He was sucking and licking anf kissing her inside and she was beging him not to stop in between her moans and whimpers. Then he inced himself up to kiss her lips, forcing her to taste herself on him. The he pressed his rock hard erection against her hips and nibbled on her ear,

"You'll like this, I promise." he whispered before he slide into her. Soon enough the gasps of pain turned into more whimpers and moans and she was kissing his chest with lust as he moaned, happy at how pleasing it all was.

Soon he could feel his relase bubbling inside him. He wanted to wait for her, but her knew he wouldn't be able to so he shot his load inside her, his face buried in her breasts as he moaned and groaned in pleasure.

She was dissapointed and he could tell as he climbed off of her and laid their one the floor, staring up at the living room ceiling, his erection now only half up. His sister was fidgeting next to him and he knew she wanted more.

She knew he was done already, but she also knew that he could get it back almost instantly. She had, afterall, heard him masterbate on more than one occasion, and as soon as he was done, he'd just keep going a few minutes later. So she took control.

She moved her head down in between his legs and started to kiss his inner thigh. She let her tounge linger for a second then proceeded to lick and kiss her way into getting her brother hard again.

"You want to give it another go?" he asked, the wicked grin back on his face. His sister winked at him before rawling up and mounting his slowly, deciding she would be on top and she would be in control this time, which, she could tell by his face gave him quite a thrill.

She began to rock back and forth, moaning as she fel the pleasure of riding him. His hands were on her hips and his face showed pure exctasy..

Pretty soon she gave up the quiet, sexy moans for screams of pleasure as she felt him getting even harder inside her as she increased her speed of the sultry rocking she did, grinding on his hips. Finally, she could feel her release coming and she rode him even faster. "Oh...ohhh god! Oh my god...oh yes! Mmnnmm!"

Stimutaneously, he began to cum inside of her as she screamed out and released her juices all over him.

She sat there a moment, his dick still throbing inside her, a hand on his chest to stable herself as she caught her breath. She finally climbed off of him and he rolled over so his head was estled in her breats.

"Did we really just do that?" he asked, his tounge darting out to lick her nipple. His sister buried her hand in his hair, playing with it with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. "Mhm. We did." she mumbled, allowing her brother to continue nibbling and sucking her chest as she fell asleep.

holding the laces in front of Daniella's face, Mistress reached over to the table with her left hand.  The slave could only tell, from her kneeling position, that MzDominica was picking up something -- but she couldn't tell what.  The looped cords continued to fascinate her, as memories from last night surfaced.  Images of Annie dancing, sinuously.  Remembering her desire to untie those laces, and run her fingers over the smooth, shiny skin revealed by the gaps in the leather.  Her aching clit began to throb... throb... throb... as if it were dancing, too.

"Here we are!"  Mistress shifted position, facing Daniella again, and spread her legs wide.  Only now did the slave realize that Dominica had completely removed her skirt, and Daniella's gaze suddenly became riveted on Mistress' glistening pussy.  Her jaw dropped slackly open, and she began to pant.  Dominica's left hand dangled down, and a little behind her -- concealing whatever she might be holding in her hand. 

"That's right... focus on my pussy.  So beautiful, and smooth.  So wet.  So very, very wet.  Because I am such a horny girl!  Look, how my juices dribble down onto the rubber sheet below me.  The soft, shiny, black rubber sheet."  She trailed the loops over Daniella's forehead, and the slave's eyes drooped closed for a moment, then re-opened.  "Watching my pussy dribble makes your own pussy drip.  Doesn't it, slave?"  Daniella's head nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to.  She just felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely to liquid.  "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have.  Look at my clit.  How it peeks out from under the hood.  Pulsing... pulsing...  So hard, now.  Your clit is pulsing, just like mine.  Such a hard, little button, aching to be stroked and touched."  A moan escaped from Daniella's throat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak.  "And every pulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples."  Daniella's mouth opened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air.  "Pulse... pulse... pulse...  Your nipples need to be touched.  Pulse... Need to be stroked.  Pulse...  Need to be pinched...  Pinch them!"

Daniella's hands leaped up from the floor, and began to squeeze her nipples.

"Harder... and harder... and harder..." Mistress commanded.  "Dig your fingernails into your nipples!  Tug on them!"

The slave's finger and thumb nails began to press into her nipples, as she stretched and pulled them.  Each pinch felt so good -- the more it hurt, the harder Daniella pinched.  Her hands twisted and shifted, thumbs below, thumbs on top.  Squeezing, pulling.  Pinching -- almost brutally, because it felt so good.  Her hips were pumping against the air -- but Dominica could hear the thump... thump... thump... as the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor.

"Look what I have for you, slave."  Mistress' left hand rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.

The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor.  Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to cum.

"Stop!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella held completely still.  Fingernails tightly pressed into her stretched nipples.  Mistress' shiny, black rubber glove, her entire world.

"Watch, now, slave," Dominica continued.  "Watch as I trail my magic rubber glove over my hands... and up my arms...  Watch how the rubber sticks to my skin...  And spreads...  Covering all my skin..."  Daniella could see little streaks of black rubber on Mistress' forearms.  They began as short, and narrow.  Then they became longer, stretching past her elbows, up to her shoulders.  Widening, stretching... wrapping around Mistress' arms, covering them with black, shiny rubber. 

"Watch as I trail the black rubber glove down my chest... over my breasts..."  Dominica made a figure-eight with the glove, and Daniella saw the rubber swirl over Mistress' breasts, encasing them in tight, black rubber.  "Down my tummy...  You so love watching the black, shiny rubber spread over my breasts... and tummy...  Down to my pussy..."  The rubber began to spread over Dominica's hips, back around her buttocks, forward over her dripping cunt -- sealing it off from Daniella's view.  "Down my thighs.  Covering my thighs.  Covering my ass.  You can even imagine it oozing down inside my boots, covering every inch of my legs... my feet... my toes..."  The mental image of Dominica's toes made Daniella catch her breath.  The mental image of her toes covered in rubber made Daniella's voice begin to moan -- a long, lost-dog whine -- while her eyes stared into nowhere, seeing only what was in her mind.

"Watch, now, my little girl," Dominica commanded.  She shifted her hips forward, giving Daniella a close view of her rubber-encased pussy.  And then she reached down, and held the tip of the long, red nail of her index finger, just at the base of her cleft.  "Watch the rubber split open," she said, "as I run the tip of my fingernail up my snatch."  She trailed her hand up... up... up... all the way to her clit.  And Daniella saw the rubber split open, as if it had been cut -- revealing the pink inside of Dominica's wet pussy, surrounded by tight, shiny, black rubber.

MzDominica held her hands forward, and began pulling on the laces again... separating them.  "One of my favorite books of all time," she said, "one that I have never regretted purchasing -- or reading..."  She trailed the laces out at full length, draping them over her thighs.  "Was a book on sailors' knots."  Her throaty chuckle almost distracted the slave from her frozen position, kneeling, with her nails digging into her stretched nipples. 

Dominica picked up two of the laces, and held them end to end.  "There are all kinds of knots... for different purposes..."  She twisted the end of one lace over the end of another, around, and back again.  Then pulled.  "For tying two strings into a longer one, there's the square knot."  She tugged, and the laces fell apart.  "If you do it wrong, they won't stay -- that's called a granny knot."  She twisted the ends of the laces over each other once again, and pulled.  The laces held.  "But the square knot stays tight."  She pulled the ends of one cord.  "Until you WANT to separate them."  The cord seemed to twist of its own will, as Mistress pulled, into a loop.  "And then, you can just slide them apart!"  Dominica demonstrated, sliding one cord off the other, as if they had never been tied at all.

Then Mistress set one cord down, and began tying a series of little knots in the other, about an inch apart.  She worked on the string directly in front of her dripping pussy -- and Daniella was torn between watching Mistress' fingers, twisting and looping the cord, and gazing at the puffy, pink flesh, surrounded by black rubber.

"Another knot..." Dominica said, as she finished, "is the slip knot.  Just pull..."  She tugged the ends of the cord and the knots seemed to vanish... one after the other... like a magic trick, leaving a long, straight string -- inches away from her wet cunt.  "But the overhand knot..." she twisted the cord, looping it through itself, "stays..."  Knot after knot, about an inch apart, Dominica tied a series of little bumps in the cord, then held the string up in front of her slave... so she could get a good look.  Daniella did not know what to say... what to do.  She stared at the cord, thinking of knots, thinking of red leather.  Then her focus shifted behind the cord, to Dominica's pussy.  She began to drool.

"Good, slave," Mistress said, watching her slave begin to sink into helpless lust.  She set the knotted cord aside on her left thigh, then picked up one of the other laces.  One with no knots whatsoever.  "Deeper... and deeper... Watch my pussy.  Watch what I do with the laces, now.  MY laces.  Dominica's laces.  Watch, slave!" 

Dominica pulled one end of the string far off to her right side, holding the other end between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.  Then she dropped the right end, and moved her right hand close to her pussy, grabbing the string, and pushing it against her inner labia, and holding it there.  Then she slowly pulled her left hand up and to the left, pulling the string, drawing it through the fingers of her right hand, as it slid against her pussy lips.  Getting soaked with her juices.  She angled her left hand higher, and let the cord slide against her clit, as it ran through her fingers.  Daniella's mind focused down to only her Mistress' cunt, and the cord sliding through it, as she squeezed her nipples harder -- still unable to move.  Dominica moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, growing wetter even as the cord absorbed more and more of her secretions.  A tiny puddle of wetness began to form on the rubber sheet, just under Mistress' cunt.  Slowly... slowly... she pulled and pulled the cord, getting it nice and wet, until -- suddenly -- the other end slipped through her fingers.

Mistress reached up with her right hand, took the loose end, then brought her left hand down, stretching the cord sideways.  Holding it up in front of Daniella's barely-focused eyes.

"You see, my slave?" she said.  "Mine.  This is mine.  And YOU are mine."  She draped the wet cord over her right leg, picked up another of the long, smooth laces, and stretched it sideways -- dry -- in front of Daniella's panting face.  "Now, watch again."  She draped the right end of the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again.  "This time, feel your tongue slowly gliding up my pussy, as you watch the string slide... and glide..."  She drew the cord slowly, pressing it against her cunt, soaking it.  "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..."  She continued to pull.  "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy...  Awww, you never seem to GET to my clit, do you?  Your tongue craves to touch my clit.  Aches for it.  Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as you lick up... up... up..."  She reached the end of the string, grabbed it with her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, in front of Daniella.  Just under her nose.  "Smell me," she said.  And Daniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent of Mistress' cunt.

Another lace.  And another.  Mistress continued to dribble onto the cords, onto the rubber sheet.  Daniella's fingers were numb, still firmly pressed into her nipples, nails digging in.  She was like a statue -- if statues could pant -- completely frozen in place.  Too deeply fascinated, too deeply tranced, to move.

At last, MzDominica had only one cord left -- the one with all the little bumps in it, spaced an inch apart.  She was panting, too, with a huge smile on her lust-reddened face, enjoying her power over her slave every bit as much as the sensations between her legs.  She paused a moment, dangling the cord by her left hand.  Holding it in front of Daniella's eyes, that now saw only the cord and her Mistress' cunt -- but seemed to be looking somewhere in between.  She wiggled the cord, and Daniella emitted a wordless grunt, panting even harder.  Teased by the delay.  Teased by the certainty in her otherwise empty mind, of what was about to happen.

Dominica let the bottom end of the cord drop to the chair between her legs, where it lay curled into a small tangle.  Then she moved her hands to her pussy, and began to draw the cord up with her left hand, her right hand gently against her clit.  "Watch the cord, babi," she said.  "Watch every little bump of the knots against my clit."  She pulled the cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "So many little bumps," she said.  "Mmmm, they're so good."  She continued pulling.  Bump... bump... bump...  Daniella made a little squeal in her throat, every time she saw a knot bump Mistress' clit.  Bump... bump... bump...  Soon, MzDominica reached the end of the string.  She paused.  Dangled the string in front of Daniella's eyes again.  It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.

She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to hold the end with her left hand.  And again, Mistress pressed the string gently against her clit, and pulled.  Bump... bump... bump...  A little faster, this time.  "You like that, don't you, slave?"

Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound.  Never taking her eyes off Mistress' pussy, the wet, knotted cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "You like watching your Mistress get off, don't you?"  Daniella nodded again, panting.  "Watch now, as I pull the string faster..."  Bump... bump... bump...  "And faster..."  Bump, bump, bump.  She draped the string down on the chair again, starting over.  "And faster..."  Ba-ba-bump-bump-bump-bump-bump.  Daniella's panting was so mixed with her moans, now, she sounded like she was just saying "Hah... hah... hah..." over and over and over.  Ba-ba-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump-bump.  Down on the chair.  Again. 

"When I cum, babi, I want you to let go of your nipples.  Not until I cum.  When I tell you."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  "And then put your hands right down on the floor.  Do you understand?"

Daniella nodded.  "Hah... hah... hah... hah..."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  Frozen, she squeezed her nipples even tighter in her numb fingers.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrump!  Dominica was pulling, dropping, pulling the string.  Faster and faster, over and over.  "Almost there, babi," she panted.  Brrrrrrump!  Brrrrrrump!  "Almost... Almost... Now!  I'm cumming!  Now, slave, let go!  Oh... oh... aahhhgggg!  Mmmm!"  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrrup!  Over and over again, MzDominica came and came and came, zipping the knotted cord over her cunt and clit, time and time and time again.

And Daniella, having let go of her aching nipples, was on the floor.  The pain/pleasure in her nipples, suddenly released, the pressure in her own long-denied sex, overwhelmed her.  Her arms hung at her sides, useless and numb, while she curled up into a little ball, knees on the floor, face against her thighs, rocking from side to side.  With every moan of ecstasy from her Mistress, Daniella squealed in enslaved delight -- all thoughts of her own release subsumed under those of Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

Soon, Daniella grew aware that the room was quiet.  That her Mistress was gently stroking her shoulder with what felt like her foot.  Mmmm, it felt so good.  So relaxing.  She wanted to just lie there on the floor forever, curled up in a little ball at Mistress' feet.  Drifting... drifting...

"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.

The slave tried to remember how to do... anything.  She felt so quiet... so empty...

"Daniella, you must answer Mistress," Dominica chided.

It was so hard, even to whisper.  The slave managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."

"That's my girl," Dominica said.  "CUM!"

Daniella's sex began to pump, waves spreading from inside her tummy all over her torso...

"STOP!" Mistress commanded.

The waves ceased immediately.  Daniella almost let herself whimper, then felt she should stifle it.  Then realized Mistress might enjoy knowing how deeply her slave had been affected.  Her mind gave up trying to second guess anything, and just turned off, letting her react.  She whimpered, softly.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed, rubbing her foot against Daniella's shoulder again.  "Now, I want you to get up on your knees."

The slave forced herself to move as quickly as she could -- though all she wanted to do was lie on the floor in a lump.  She suddenly realized she felt stiff and sore, in every muscle.  On her knees, she found herself waking up enough that she craved to look upward into the eyes of her Mistress.  To look and see whether she was still covered in shiny black rubber, or had changed again.  But the slave looked down, remembering her place, seeing only Dominica's boots, and awaited further instructions.

"Crawl off to the bathroom, pretty girl, and take a nice, long pee.  Let everything go.  Then I want you to put your rubber panties on again.  Do you understand, slave?"

Daniella figured she must look dazed and confused.  She probably was -- and was too deep to realize it.  She answered simply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," Dominica replied.  Daniella quivered with delight at Mistress' words of approval.  She felt her ass wiggling of its own accord.  Like a dog wagging her tail.  Or a slave who ached to be fucked, or spanked -- and wasn't even sure which.  "Now get going.  And when you're ready, crawl to your room, remain kneeling, and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress."  Daniella crawled down the hallway.  She was unaware of it, but she had changed, inside.  She was no longer anticipating what might happen next.  She was simply obeying.  Living in the now.  Not realizing that Mistress had not teased her with promises of what was to happen next, when she presented herself, kneeling, again wearing the remote-control panties.  She thought again about being called "good girl" -- and her ass wiggled, as she crawled down the hall.

Yes, Daniella was nice and brainwashed, unquestioning, and obedient.  Eager to please her Mistress.  Which was exactly where she needed to be... for what MzDominica had planned as the "capper" for the weekend.

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id with a smile. "You"? "I will if you like I'm actually quite good at it". I said in a half joke. "Ok then when can you come"? My heart started racing and still not quite meaning it I said I would be over about 6:30pm this evening after work. "Fine and I'll take these shoes" she said and wrote down her address. She paid and left saying "See you later".

Well I really didn't know what to do, was she joking or should I take her at her word? What If I turned up and she told me it was all a silly game. How embarrassed I would be. I decided what the hell and at lunchtime I went out and bought some massage oil that smelled real good. Nervously I parked outside her house at 6:45pm and rang the bell. She opened it in her dressing gown and said "I thought you weren't coming." "I got delayed at the store" I said "but here I am."

She invited me to come up to her bedroom where there was a towel folded on the bed. I showed her the massage oil. "What a wonderful smell" she said, "how thoughtful of you, just lay the towel out and I will have a shower". With that she walked into the adjoining bathroom and shut the door. After five or so minutes she came back out and said "how do you want me?" I told her to lay on her front and I will start on your shoulders. She took off her dressing gown, underneath she had on a black bra that must have been around a size 40, brimming with creamy breasts and large black knickers that came above her belly button.

I poured some oil onto my hands and some on her back and neck. "Ooh it's cold" she said. I told her it would warm up as soon as I started to massage. I ground my thumbs into her shoulders and proceeded down her back. She was silent but occasionally shifted her position slightly. I worked around her bra straps but found it rather cumbersome. I asked her if she minded if I unhook them. She said softly "actually I was just going to ask you if I could remove it as the supports are digging into my flesh? "No problem" I said.

She unhooked the bra and let it slip onto the floor. "Ahh, that's much better" she said. I continued working on her back which was plump and rather fleshy. I was getting quite turned on, especially when she occasionally let out a sigh. I then worked from her shoulders down her arms which she stretched out for me. I could see the sides of her doughy white breasts as I did this and was rather curious to see what her nipples looked like.

After her arms I moved on to her lower back and gently eased my hands lower towards her buttocks. After a couple of minutes she arched her back slightly and eased her knickers down about three inches to expose the very top of her bum crack. I detected wisps of light brown hair with a few grey ones in her crack as I massaged lower which increased my semi-stiff cock a little more. I was working on her buttocks and pulled the knickers down even further for better access. She did not say a word but again squirmed slightly.

"Now for your legs" I said. At this she turned over and I saw for the first time her wonderful creamy breasts gently sagging either side of her chest. Areolas that were pink and rather large with prominent nipples in the centre. "Is this easier for you?" she asked "or would you rather I stayed on my back?" "This is fine for me" I said "if you're Ok". "I'm great" She said "you have wonderful hands, you are relaxing me terrifically." "I only aim to please" I said light-heartedly. "Good" was all she said.

I put some oil on each large fleshy thigh and proceeded to massage each one with my hands. Each time I reached the top of a thigh I went a little nearer to her pubic mound. "I really don't want to get oil on my knickers" she said. I said I was sorry and would not touch them again. "Silly, I don't mean that; let me take them off so you can do a proper job". I stammered that it was fine; she smiled and pulled them down revealing a thinning mound of light brown and grey pubes.

I could hardly control myself but carried on getting nearer and nearer to her vagina but still massaging her thighs. I really could sense that she was willing me to touch her so I put some oil on my fingers and very gently spread her lips apart. She sighed again but didn't say a word. By this time I had a raging hard on which she would have seen bulging from my jeans if she opened her eyes.

I carefully parted each of her vaginal lips and ran my nail down the space between. She was squirming and sighing more now and when I finally slipped my finger up her slit to her clitoris she gasped. I placed one hand on her left breast and rotated the now erect nipple and carried on massaging on and around her clit with my other hand. I couldn't tell how wet she was because of the oil but it seemed very slick to me..

Suddenly she arched her back "Ooohhh that's soo good" she said "I'm going to come if you carry on doing that, is that alright?" "Please come" I said "I want you to."

"Ahhh I'm coming" she gasped and pushed herself up to my hand. I slowly eased two of my fingers into her vagina and she gasped again. She bucked up to my hand and gently fell back. "Mmmm" She finally breathed, "I haven't felt so good in a very long time...thank you". "All part of the service" I said lightly.

She sat up and looked me in the eye, glanced down and looked back up. "I see you enjoy your work" She said with a twinkle. "I love giving pleasure" I responded. "So do I" She said. "May I? With that she unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans to my knees. My erection was clearly straining through my boxers. "I really feel that I should reciprocate, you know, would you like me to?" I stammered that it would be not only great but extremely necessary. "I can see that" She smiled.
She gently pulled my boxers down and freed my cock. As it sprang up she poured some oil into the palm of her hand and cupped both hands around my cock and balls. "Not too cold?" She asked. I sighed that it was very warming. She very gently ran her nails up one side of my cock and down the other a few times whilst her other hand tickled my balls. I groaned slightly and looked down. We both saw a small amount of pre-cum emerge from the head of my cock. "Does that feel good?" She asked. "oh yes" was all I could reply. She started to slowly pump my cock whilst all the time tickling my balls. It did not take too long until I felt the onset of orgasm. "I... I'm gonna come" I breathed. "You deserve to". She whispered.
With that I spewed great wads of sperm into the air and onto her hand. She gently pumped until my spasms ceased.
"Wonderful sight" She said, smiling. She very tenderly cleaned me up with her towel.
"Well you certainly helped my back ache" She said, "But I might need to make another appointment"
"Anytime" I said with glazed eyes.

>When I went in, she was relaxing on the bed. She was surprised at my visit. She was all alone in the house. She asked me to leave, as her mom could come any moment. I went into the other room. She was requesting me to leave. I don't know what happened to me at that moment, I pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. I then pulled up her salwar kameez and petticoat and started sucking her lovely little boobs. She was still begging me to leave. She asked me to come the next day. I was a bit surprised at that. I realised she enjoyed it. A little later, I left. The door was open when I was doing all this.

The next day, I dropped at her house, bunking the tution. She gave a smile inviting me in. We had a chat for a while and then I started kissing her all over her face and neck. She was a damn beautiful girl, the one everyone had their looks on. I pulled up her kameez and started sucking her boobs. They were little, with wonderful pinkish nipples. She started to moan in pleasure. This routine continued for few days.

One saturday, I came directly to her house from school. She was in the school dress. I started kissing her passionately. It was the time now to proceed further. I removed her shirt and petticoat. She was half naked on the bed for the first time. Wow, what a beauty. She had such beatiful breasts, that I hungrily started sucking them. She was moaning. She removed my shirt. She was kissing my and licking me. Now, I put my hand on her thigh, while sucking her breasts. She did not resist. I slowly took it further and placed it on her panty. I could feel the wetness. I unhooked her skirt and slowly removed it. Now she was only in her panty. I started kissing and licking her from top to toe. I then rubbed at her cunt from over her panty. She was louder this time. I removed her panty. The love triangle was neatly shaved off. I touched her clitoris and she was saying "aahhhhhhhhhhhh. Its so wonderful when u do that". I started fingering her cunt. I put my tongue and licked it. She was moaning heavily.She cummed and I drank her love potion. Now, I took off my underwear and my 8" dick sprang out. She said " Wow, what a big dick u have". I ordered her to suck it. She sat down on her knees, and put my organ in her mouth. She licked it all over and then started sucking it. After a while, I put her on her back, put my dick at her cunt and slowly started inserting it. The movement was slow as it could be painful for her. I applied some saliva on my dick and pushed it further. At one time, she almost screamed. I realised it would be easier from now on. I increased the pace. She kept saying "Fuck me harder........" So I did. She cummed again. When I was about to cum, I removed my penis, jerked it and cummed into her mouth. She took all of it at one go.I kissed her all over. Both of us had a bath together. I left, as it was the time for her mom to be back.

Later on, we never had another chance as we had our exams. The next year, she shifted to a different school. I was out of the city for my inter and medicine. Only recently, I shifted back to Hyderabad. I would be sharing many more xperiences in the days to come. Do send ur feedback. Any girls or ladies in Hyderabad, like to have some fun, can contact me at subodhblue@yahoo.com

ng their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers.  Dominica's response was helped by her techo-slaves, who modified Mistress Black's lights and audio equipment to hypnotize her into driving up to Dominica's Realm for a little "vacation."

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Mistress Black lay in the glass coffin.  Blindfolded.  Gagged with the soft, rubber mouthpiece, the tiny tube dripping MzDominica's pale, yellow pee into her mouth.  Each sharp, salty drop made the woman shiver with ecstasy as it touched her tongue, behind the gag, and slowly rolled down… toward the back of her throat… gliding over her tongue… to the back, where she could taste the gentle bitterness of Dominica's fluids…  And then, almost reluctantly, she swallowed… moaning behind the gag as her body shook…
 
"My pee gives you pleasure," Dominica's unrelenting voice continued, playing through the headphones.  "Deep, arousing, sexual pleasure.  Every drop you swallow feels like an orgasm.  Rippling through your body.  Spreading out, from your throat, as each drop of My pee drips down… down… down deep inside you.  Spreading out like a wave.  Deep waves of pleasure, like having your nipples sucked… like having your pussy licked…  Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm.  Swallow… and cum…  Swallow… and cum…  You crave to obey Dominica…  You crave to swallow… and cum…  Feel the next drop roll down your tongue…  So very slowly…  You want to keep it on your tongue…  You want to taste it as long as you can…  Each tiny drop…  Drop…  Drop…  Swallow… and CUM…  Such intense pleasure…  You never want it to end…"
 
There was nothing subliminal about this recording.  The white noise had been replaced with the sounds of dripping water…  The sound of Dominica's voice was like a lover, speaking intimately, but easily heard.  Unhurried.  She had all the time in the world.  Dominica's words repeated over and over, as the reservoir of yellow fluid dripped… dripped… dripped… into Mistress Black's widely-stretched mouth.
 
"Blank…  Blank…  Blank…  When I say the word blank, your mind empties out immediately.  You go blank.  So blank and empty.  Blank.  Not a thought in your head.  Blank.  Mind gone.  Thinking stopped.  You do not think.  You only swallow.  Swallow and drink My pee.  Drip…  Drip… Drip…  My delicious, orgasmic pee…  Blank… you do not think…  Blank…  So empty…  Mind so empty…  My pee gives you such pleasure…  Feel each drop, each tiny drop.  So delicious.  As the waves of an orgasm spread out from your tongue…  Down your throat… up into your brain…  Your empty, empty brain…  Drip…  Blank…  Drip…  Feels so good…  Blank…  Feels so good…"
 
The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin.  Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat.  At first, it was resistance.  She had tried so hard to resist.  Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside.  Approaching the inn, with the sign cryptically labeled "Dominica's."  Shivering in ecstasy with each tiny drop of pee, she no longer remembered walking into the tavern, and dropping to her knees at Dominica's booted feet, the scent of leather making her shake, even then.  No longer remembered gazing down at the floor, unable to think, unable to move, until she felt MzDominica's hand on the back of her head, and heard her voice utter a single word:  "Sleep."
 
Sleep…  Sleep…  Was it Dominica's Voice, telling her to sleep?  Or the memory of when Dominica commanded her to sleep?  And sleep.  And sleep.  Dropping deeper and deeper, until she lay on the floor, nose and chin pressed against Dominica's boot, in a kiss she could not remember giving.  The warm arms of male and female slaves had gently lifted her, held her close, almost lovingly… and carried her to the special training rooms, deep underground.  The rooms with the special brainwashing chambers, rows and rows of new slaves wearing headphones and blindfolds, listening to MzDominica's Voice…  Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again.  Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet.  Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves.  Cocks always so hard.  Pussies always so wet and dripping. 
 
Now the resistance was gone.  Now there was only lust.  And obedience.  And a continual need to serve Dominica.  One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves was attended by a man or a woman wearing long, black, shiny leather boots, and a solid, metallic chastity belt.  The "coffin" was opened.  The headphones, gag, and restraints were removed.  And the booted slave held a shiny crystal up before the eyes of the new slave and said two words:  "Follow, follower."  Like a zombie, slowly and stiffly, the new slave arose from the enclosure, never taking his or her eyes off the crystal, following as the booted slave led the way out of the room.
 
But Mistress Black was not in the big room with the rows and rows of newly-recruited slaves.  No… she was in one of the special rooms, for even deeper training.  And tears ran down her cheeks as the orgasms became more and more intense.  As each tiny drop of pee hit her tongue and set off waves of pleasure like an earthquake, forcing her to sob around the gag.  She would have begged for the next drop -- each and every next drop -- if only she could speak.  But the gag held her tongue still, dripping… dripping… dripping… as the vibrator against her clit, and the shafts inside her pussy and ass, gently thrummed and buzzed, keeping her just at the edge of orgasm.  Just at the edge, until a drop of sharp, tangy fluid touched her tongue, and rolled down from the front slowly to the back, and she sobbed with pleasure as the orgasmic waves tore through her body and mind.
 
Addicted.  Thoroughly addicted to Dominica.  Needing and craving the pleasure.  Needing to serve.  Helplessly aroused, and silently begging with her mind, begging for the next orgasm.  Just one more tiny drop.  One more tiny wave!  And the drop would fall, and her body would spasm from head to toe, her voice squealing and moaning behind the gag.
 
Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the blindfold being removed from her eyes.  The gag remained in her mouth, and her arms and legs were still bound with the strong, leather straps.  The screen in front of her showed images of men and women.  The display changed from moment to moment.  Still photos, live video recordings… even paintings and cartoons.  Each one showed a dominant, or a submissive, or both.  Men kneeling, women licking boots…  A drop of urine on her tongue, and Mistress Black shook with pleasure, spasms and waves cascading through her body and mind.  Dominant women slapping their slaves, beating them with whips, kicking them.  Not a drop.  "Thirsty… you are so thirsty…" the Voice in the headphones whispered.  Mistress Black ached for just one more tiny drop of pee.  Just one more.  Inside the gag, her tongue began to move, trying to suck just a drop out of the tubing.  Just a tiny drop.  As the slapping continued on the screen.  As slave after slave was whipped, or paddled.  Then the images changed again, showing a woman in long, black gloves, holding a spinning crystal in front of the face of a kneeling man.  His gaze was clearly captured by the spinning, flashing gem.  Drip… a tiny drop of pee fell onto Mistress Black's tongue, and rolled slowly down, toward the back of her throat.  She swallowed, and moaned in pleasure… a small tear rolling down her cheek, as she watched the crystal spinning, spinning, spinning before the man's eyes.  Drip… another drop of pure pleasure!  Mistress Black's eyes wanted to roll back in her head, savoring the pure joy of the pee-induced orgasm -- but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen.  "Watch…" Dominica's Voice said, "you need to watch…  Your eyes want to close, so badly…  But you need to keep them open…  You simply cannot stop looking…  Cannot stop staring at the images…  Watch…"  The man's eyes closed, and his head dropped onto his chest.  A tiny squirt of pee into her mouth, and Mistress Black's limbs moved like she was having convulsions.  The man curled forward, and began to lick the woman's black boot, and a tiny stream of pee poured down Mistress Black's throat -- for just a moment -- while she struggled to moan and swallow at the same time, almost choking, drops of pee dripping out her nostrils.  Another image, of a tall, dark-haired woman, slapping a slave with her gloved hand.  No pee.  "Thirsty… so thirsty…"  Mistress Black began to cry… to sob…  Needing the salty/sour/bitter pee in her mouth so much!  She watched slap after slap, as the slave's face was forcibly twisted to the right, then the left, then the right again.  Slapping and stinging the submissive face that could not move away, could not resist.  Thirsty.  So thirsty.  She wanted a sip.  Wanted a drink.  Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again.  Another image, with a spinning crystal -- this time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking.  Drip…  Oh yes!  Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop.
 
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"Follow, follower!"  The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress Black out of the box.  She was hardly aware that her arms and legs were now unbound.  The gag removed from her mouth.  She felt as if she were still wearing the headphones, still feeling a pressure against the sides of her head.  Her head… that felt full of cotton…  So empty and full at the same time…  The crystal was so pretty, and looking at it made her mouth taste of pee.  So delicious, making her shake with lust.  So pretty… flashing so pretty…  She saw the crystal move away, and wanted to follow.  Wanted to follow where it went.  Stiffly, she pushed and pulled herself to a standing position, and walked, following the flashing, glittering crystal.  Was it floating?  Was somebody holding it?  She couldn't tell.  All she could see was the pretty, spinning crystal.  And hear the voice calling her to follow.  Follow, follower.  Follow.  Follow the crystal.  Down the long hallway.  Down the stairs into the torchlit room.  Cold.  It felt so cold.  Stones everywhere, rough and gray.  Lit only by the flickering torches, and the large brazier at the center of the room.  The smell of smoke made her mind feel even more clouded.

"Kneel," she heard a voice say.  And the sound of being commanded tasted like pee.  She dropped to her knees, and felt her shoulders pushed back and downward, so she sat back on her heels.  She hardly noticed the chains being pulled over her thighs, the shackles being attached to her wrists.  Locking her down, onto the floor.  She stared at the crystal as it moved away from her.  Across the room.  The crystal dangled from a chain, and there was a hand holding it, of that she was vaguely aware.  The chain was passed from one hand to another, a hand with long, red fingernails.
 
"You must obey," the holder of the chain said.  The holder of the crystal.  Mistress Black remembered that Voice.  The Voice from inside her mind.  The Voice that tasted like pee.  Her body shook, hearing that Voice… rattling the chains that bound her to the dungeon floor.

"I must obey Dominica," she replied.  It wasn't so much an affirmation as a response, programmed into her.  The words issued from her lips without any conscious thought.

"You belong to Me, now… slave," Dominica said.  She reached forward, the crystal still in one hand -- but something else, held in both her hands.

Mistress Black felt the collar wrap around her neck, and heard the tiny padlock click into place, just at the base of her throat.

"Who owns you, slave?" Dominica's Voice asked.

"Dominica owns me," Mistress Black replied.  Again, a completely programmed response.  And yet, it felt right.  It felt true.  She wanted to look up, into the beautiful green eyes that looked so deeply into her mind -- but she could not summon the will to move.  She only stared at the crystal, obeying her last command.

"There will be no pain.  No pain.  You are numb, and will feel nothing," Dominica said.  She reached over to the brazier next to her, and drew out the long handle of the branding iron. 

Mistress Black hardly noticed the slave girl pumping the bellows, keeping the fire so hot!  The branding iron glowed almost white in the torchlit room, and smelled of smoke, and hot metal.  There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat in the air.  Then Mistress Black looked down at the top of her right thigh, and saw the charred flesh, as she saw MzDominica give the handle of the branding iron to the waiting slave girl.

Dominica reached forward again, holding the crystal close to Mistress Black's dazzled eyes, and again said one word:  "Sleep."
 
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"Follow, follower," the voice said.  It sounded familiar.  But all Mistress Black could focus on was the spinning, glittering crystal.  Still kneeling on the dungeon floor, she found her chains and manacles had been removed.  There was a bandage over the top of her thigh, covering the new brand -- but she did not understand this thing.  All she knew was the spinning crystal, and the need to obey.  "Stand," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and struggled to rise, her feet feeling unsteady on the cold, rough stones.

"Follow, follower," the voice said.
 
And Mistress Black followed the pretty, glittering crystal, feeling a drop of pee drip down her tongue.  So good.  She shook with pleasure, even as she shivered with cold.  Following the crystal, and the shiny black boots of the woman who carried it.  Up the stone stairwell.  Through the hall…  Out a door, into the cool, dark night air.

"Crawl," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and dropped to her hands and knees.  She followed the boots, and the crystal dangling so close to the ground next to them.  Down the dirt path.  Over the grass.  To the side of the house.  To the little "pet door" -- just a flap, near the bottom of the door.

"Go inside," the voice commanded.  "You will do what you are told.  You must obey."
 
"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and crawled through the flap.

She found herself in a room, all painted white.  The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of wood -- but so white as to seem blank and featureless.  The walls were lined with row after row of wooden cabinets, also painted white.  It was hard to look around without feeling like she was falling asleep.  She felt hands taking her by the arms, and pulling her upward.  "Stand," a voice said.  So blank and empty.  So white and blank.  She felt herself gently guided into a shower, the water turned on, warm and gentle, like a rain of pee.  Her skin was lathered and scrubbed while her mind drifted, gazing at the blank, white walls, feeling hands squeeze and scrub her breasts, fingers making little circles around her hard nipples, trail up and down her thighs.  She felt her hands being lifted, and pushed up to her own breasts.  "Squeeze and pinch," a voice commanded.  Her eyes closed on the white blankness as her fingers gently caressed her breasts, long fingernails digging into her nipples.  She opened her mouth and drank the falling water.  So warm and gentle… but she missed the salty, bitter taste.  Hands rubbed and rinsed all the soap off her body, then gently tugged her out of the shower.  Eyes still closed, squeezing her breasts, she felt the fluffy towels drying her, patting around the collar that encircled her neck.  There was a zipping sound, a mild pain on her leg -- and soon the bandage on her thigh had been replaced with a fresh, dry one.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

And Mistress Black obeyed, to find the crystal spinning and flashing.  So pretty and dazzling.  Dazzling and sleepy.  "Follow, follower."  The crystal began to move away.  She began to follow it, walking, barely noticing that it gradually fell lower and lower down to the floor, as they left the blank, white room, and entered the hallway. 

"On your knees, slave," the voice said. 

And Mistress Black dropped to the floor, crawling, following the crystal, and the shiny black boots.  Down the hallway.  Down into sleepy obedience.  Through the halls of the mansion.  Past shelves and bookcases, cabinets with glass doors, past doors and windows with ornate decorations of carved wood and wrought metal.  Down to the audience chamber… where MzDominica sat, in Her big, leather chair. 

Dominica was dressed all in black leather, wearing black boots with elaborately stitched patterns and glittering jewels.  Mistress Black wanted to kiss them, so much!  But she could not move.  She remained on the floor, kneeling, awaiting MzDominica's command.  Dominica dangled another crystal from her hand, letting it gently swing back and forth… back and forth…

"That's right, slave," MzDominica said,. "Watch the crystal.  Watch Dominica's pretty crystal.  It makes you so sleepy.  Sleepy and blank.  So very sleepy.  You are mine, now.  You belong to me.  That is all that matters.  You belong to me.  What is your name, slave?"

Mistress Black began to answer, "Mist---"  But as soon as she opened her mouth, MzDominica said, "Blank."  Mistress Black tasted pee in her mouth, and could not think for a moment.

"What is your name, slave?" MzDominica asked again.

Mistress Black began to answer again, but MzDominica interrupted her even more quickly with "Blank!"  Her eyes slammed shut, and it was so hard to think.  The taste of pee made her shiver with ecstasy.

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

Mistress Black struggled to understand the question.  It didn't seem to make sense.  She opened her mouth to speak, and MzDominica said, "Blank!"

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

A moment's hesitation, and just as her mouth started to open, MzDominica said, "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

The woman knelt on the floor, trying to remember if the question made any sense.  Panting, shivering.  She opened her mouth, just a little.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

Kneeling on the floor, the woman simply panted, letting the question wash over her.  It had no meaning.  The words had no meaning.  She simply knelt, and awaited a command.  Quiet and empty, inside her cotton-filled head.  She knelt, and did not understand.

"What is your name?"  A pause, while the woman stared into empty space, unresponsive.  "What is your name?"  She knelt, unaware that she had been addressed.

Shivering.  Watching the spinning crystal.  Staring at the boots.  Staring at nothing.  She was not sure.  It did not matter.

"Good slave," MzDominica said.  "You do not have a name.  You do not need a name.  Not here.  Not yet.  You only obey.  You only obey.  You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

"That's right, you must obey," Dominica said.

"I must obey Dominica."

"Now stand, slave," Dominica commanded.  "On your feet.  I have tasks for you to perform!  I have a purpose for you, in your new life."
 
The nameless slave stood, rocking slightly from her bare left foot to her right one, and back again.  Too sleepy to find equilibrium.
 
"Turn, slave," MzDominica continued, "and look at the one who guided you here."

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her.  Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway.  Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila!  In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty.  So dizzy.  Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips.  So thirsty!  She found herself crying.  So thirsty.
 
Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica."  So thirsty and dizzy.  What had she been trying to do?  She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied.  "Now, turn and face MzDominica.  Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power.  With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee.  She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding.  "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave.  Wake up.  I want you to completely wake up, now.  Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila.  Her slave -- the traitor!  She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still.  You see…  I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm… Working my farm…  Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting…  But I need help coordinating them all.  I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely."  She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling.  "I need switches."  She leaned back, comfortable in the chair.  "Like 43, here.  You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave."  Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze.  Then she looked back at Mistress Black.  "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again.  She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often.  But it made her so thirsty.  So thirsty.  She needed to drink.  Needed another drop of Dominica's pee.  Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly.  When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed.  "That's right.  I know all about your temper.  How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves."  Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it.  "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled.  I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate."  Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs.  Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink.  Wanting to taste Dominica's pee.  "That's right.  Your violent impulses are now controlled.  You will use them when the time is right -- but now, _I_ decide when.  Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down.  She felt so thirsty.  Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee.  Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue.  Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!"  Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted.  She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled.  "That's right.  I own your mind, now.  And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to.  You are no longer in control.  _I_ am in control.  I control you completely, now!"  She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves.  "Put those boots on.  NOW, slave.  Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply.  Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased.  She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said.  She snapped her fingers.  "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing.  She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting.  Waiting.  She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt.  She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes.  "It's for your own protection.  The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy.  So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly.  "You must obey."
 
Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica."  She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently.  She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist.  Tighter…  tighter…  Click.  A lock latched into place at the small of her back.  Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine… and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs.  Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin.  Pussy locked away.  Ass locked away.  Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission.  She felt scared and angry at the same time.  She wanted to slap somebody.  But she felt so thirsty.  Thirsty and sleepy.  Just a drop.  She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!
 
43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled.  "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here."  She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling.  "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches."  She turned her gaze back to the redhead.  "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied.  She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots.  Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip.  For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots.  She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry!  She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a freshly dug hole, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt.  43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves.  The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features.  Quiet.  Sleepy.  Growing.  In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain.  Like a plant.  Just a quiet, growing plant.  He would be a much better slave for Dominica when his mind was calm... quiet... without fear... and no longer focused on the former Mistress Black.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow in the fields.  How to train them to repeat the task, over and over -- the motion of the plow, the color and scent of the ripe, red berries arousing them all day long.  Keeping them in a deep, hypnotic stupor -- keeping them focused constantly on sex, and obedience, and on their Mistress Dominica.  43 took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs, or berries, or freshly-picked vegetables.  She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots and a chastity belt.  The woman took the basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times.  The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and her eyes became even more unfocused.  Then the booted woman handed the girl an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more.  The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy.  She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal.  So thirsty!
 
Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion.  But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered.  Inside was a single, spacious white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave.  This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew.  On each pallet knelt a woman in boots and a chastity belt, her hair tied back behind her collar, lapping up her dinner from the bowls in front of her.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good!  The nameless woman was so hungry!  43 tied the woman's hair behind her head, in a pony tail, and directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and to eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet.  Like a dog, or a cat.  But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra:  "I must obey Dominica." 

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet.  So dizzy, and empty.  She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.
 
"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl in Mistress' hand -- a bowl filled with warm, yellow liquid.  The smell was familiar, and pungent.  And the woman's mouth became wet.  She began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor.  "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head.  "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten.  Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source!  Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful.  Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward.  "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said.  "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep.  I have many things for you to do tomorrow."  She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy.  Happy to serve Mistress.  So happy to be here!  She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy.  Growing sleepier by the moment.  Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well.  So very well.  And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

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