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Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventurebegan, I was young© age 25©and not very experienced. Oh, I hadsex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but Inever felt the wild excitement in actually doing those thingsthat I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very kinkyfantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid totry, even if I had the opportunity to try© which I really didn'thave. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl,captured by some strong individual. Some days I imagined mymaster to be a male and sometimes a female, with special eventsfor each one. What I thought I really wanted was a strong masteror mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and whowould take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies,obviously with me playing out the part of slave girl, used bymaster (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and deliciousways, hopefully with an audience watching©© and most delicious ofall, whether I liked it or not. I wanted strange and sexy thingsto happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used,perhaps even to be a little bit abused. My figure is good, that is, I think it is good, and maybe youwill agree© that is, you will if you like full bodied girls withlarge, shapely titties. I am tall, about 5'7", with a nice, fullshapely bust, good legs, and a delicious round bottom. I lovebeing nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I have evenposed nude for a guy, just for fun, very naughty, very sexypictures, like me masturbating for him, with a large rubberdildo© or, for example his favorite shot© me urinating for him,the stream shooting out like a waterfall. I did find that very exciting (though I would just die if those pictures ever got out)and no, I won't show YOU the pictures, either. I also did posenude once for a very, very sexy amateur lady photographer, butthat is completely a different story that I do not intend to tellyou today. All I will say about that is that she was dressedwhen she took the first pictures of me, she was nude when shetook the last pictures of me, and the very best pictures wouldhave been taken a while later, but by then, frankly, she was toobusy to think about taking pictures. She had her mind onsomething else (and her tongue into something else, too). I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes I go to the pornoshops, to look at the fascinating things they write about, and tolook at the exciting array of rubber dildos and accessories thatthey sell. I even bought a couple of those things© strictly as ascientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice shop inMiami that sells remarkable stuff and I have purchased fourdifferent dildos and a couple of rubber butt pluggers. I adoreplaying with these toys, and had a secret fantasy about somebodyelse putting them into me (instead of me doing it myself). If itwas a super©sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out with anice, bare bottomed spanking, that would be just great. And ifit was a marvelous, beautiful, dominant super sexy lady who didit to me, that would be the greatest.!!!!Üj Ü In one of the shops I found a magazine, a Swingers Journal thatseemed interesting. It had just fascinating pictures, especiallyin the B&D area that was my particular excitement at the time. The ads seemed like fun. One of these showed a guy whose area ofinterest was in spankings, enemas, and Greek© things about whichI had many secret thoughts but not much real experience. Idecided that I would answer this particular ad© not intendingever to meet this guy, but rather, just to hear what he had tosay. A week or so later I got a letter from him, with a nude picture.His name was Tom. He was a divorcee. He was about 35, wellbuilt, well hung, too. And he was holding a leather paddle inhis hand and hanging from the ceiling next to him was a largeenema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, and connected tothe end of that, a black rubber©looking device that got insertedinto the recipient of this enema, and really did the work. Itlooked like a huge, erect, black penis. Believe me, it was animpressive picture. His letter told about how he liked to be masterful, how hethought that there was no sight so beautiful as a naked, shapely,female bottom, and nothing he liked to do so much as to pet it,to kiss it©©©©and to spank it until it was rosy pink. Then, whenshe was fully ready and receptive, to give her a long, slow, deepenema, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before,using, of course, a Bardex so that she could not expel it untilpermitted. And then to lubricate her pretty asshole, greasing itgenerously until it was slippery, and then to fuck it deeply andfirmly. His letter excited me tremendously. He became aninstantaneous member in my library of fantasies. I wrote back to him, he replied again, and this time included atelephone number. I stared at that for a long time. I knew thatcalling the number was taking a very serious step© that there wasat least a chance that I would follow up and visit him at, as hedescribed it, his Domination Laboratory. I did call the number. When he replied, his voice was much as I expected it to be, andthe conversation also was about what I had expected. We agreedto meet© not at his place, but on neutral ground, at a certaincoffee shop, nothing else promised but the meeting. I waswilling to go that far in advance, but no further at all. Oh, Iknew I would go ahead and meet him at the coffee shop, but I didhave serious doubts about whether I would go from there to hisplace. The day of the meeting came, and as promised, I went. In fact, Igot there early so that I could scout out the scene, and if heshowed, and if I did not like his looks up close, I could sneakout. Well, he did show up on time, and I did like his looks. Wehad an fascinating conversation about everything else in theworld except sex. We found a million things to talk about, foundlots of areas of common interest, a few fun things to fightÜj Ü about, too. After a long time© maybe as much as a couple ofhours, it was time to leave. I declined to go to his place yet,but since I did not have a car with me© I had hopped on the busto get there© he drove me home. As luck would have it, a vacantparking place was right there almost at my front door. He walkedme to the door, and right into my apartment. What happened nextwas an awful long way from what our letters talked about. Wewere soon petting and in short order he had me out of my sweaterand bra, and soon out of everything else. He got me veryexcited, undressed himself and showed off a nice looking, veryerect penis. We did have very nice, normal sex. It was fun,pleasant, and certainly not earth shaking. I am not even surenow that he made me cumm that night. I don't think so, but then,I rarely do in regular intercourse. He called me again the following week. Soon, we were dating,more or less regularly, having good sex once or twice a week, butno domination, no spankings. One evening we did go to his place. This time, he showed me his laboratory© a room in the basement,with wood paneled walls, a large, sturdy oak library table with agym mat as a top, and a rubber sheet over it. That was thelaboratory. We wondered what it would be like if I was up on it,bottom©up. I complied. Attached to each leg of the table was aleather strap. He put a leather dog collar around each of mywrists, and then fastened the wrist to one of the leather strapsªstretching my arms out wide, and helpless. Very quickly, myankles were similarly fastened. I was now spreadeagled,completely under his control. Did he now take charge completely? Absolutely not. He talked tome, and came back to our early correspondence, and what I hadtold him I wanted him to do. And all this time, his hands werewandering over my bare ass. Suddenly, SPLATT!!! He whacked mewith his big, bare hand across my ass. It stung a little bit,but certainly did not really HURT. Again.......and again....afew more times. Then he went to the closet. He took out aleather strop. Long and wicked looking. He talked to me somemore. And then he raised the strop and swished it, fairly hard,across my ass. It did hurt© but it felt good at the same time. He gave me a fairly thorough spanking that day, followed by thelove enema he had talked about.. a long, slow enema that took 20or 30 minutes to go in. Along the way a couple of times I toldhim that I could not take any more. Each time, he would stop thewater flow for a while until I got used to the feeling...and thenstart it again. Eventually, he gave me as much as he wanted meto have, but then he made me keep it in for a while longer. After he finally did let me expel it into the toilet, I got torest a while, but then he did greek me. He first expanded myanus with a greased finger, and then two and three at the sametime, stretching me. He had a conical, rubber dildo©a buttªplugger. Slowly, almost tenderly, he inserted it in me until thethickest part was past the sphincter. In it went the rest of theway, the thick rim preventing it from going in too far. He askedÜj Ü me how it felt. Actually, it felt almost marvelous. I wasalmost disappointed when he pulled it out© and I was shocked whenfrom his drawer he pulled out a still©larger version of the samething. This looked too big to ever get into such a tight place. However, with patience, and perseverance and plenty of pressure,he did get it innnnnnnnnnn© slowly, stretching me larger, untilthe largest diameter passed the sphincter and it was lodged fullyup inside me. He gave me a little more of the leather strop, soI could have the two sensations together. After a while, therubber plug came out. He got up astride, put the blunt, rigidend of his cock against my now stretched rosette. After what hadhappened so far, that did not really hurt at all© it was sort oftight, but not painful. And to me, the sensation of being fuckedin the ass by a masterful man was just marvelous, though I mustsay that never did I have the feeling that I was out of control. I always felt that any time I really wanted him to stop and go nofurther, that he would have without question. Never did I feeltotally dominated, subjugated, like the subdued slave©girl Ireally wanted to be. The next time or two that we were together, things were much thesame. After we had done the same things a few times, we began totalk about fantasies, and he made me tell him mine. It relates toMrs. Olsen, who was my landlady, and who really disliked me. If I ever was going to try the slave©girl experience, totallycontrolled by another, she would be absolutely my first choice. Now the wierd thing about her was that she once had been a strongdisciplinarian, a teacher in one of those strange schools wherethe students are punished. I overheard her telling a lady friendonce that she did have an experience. She had a student whobadly needed the discipline, and nothing that Mrs. Olsen everdid seemed to make that one shape up. Repeated applications ofthe leather did not make any difference. The cure for her,according to Mrs. Olsen, was that she was given a thoroughstropping, forced to take a number of tablespoons of castor oil,thank Mrs. Olsen for each one, stropped some more, and then givena large mouthful of Mrs. Olsen's shit to eat, a tablespoonful ata time. I overheard this and never forgot it. And, I am sure, Imasturbated about it a thousand times. That was my fantasy. Iwanted to be taken over by somebody who disliked me, stripped,spanked thoroughly, made to eat her pussy, and then morehumiliating things. Now understand about Mrs. Olsen. She is tall and strong, a veryhandsome woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr. Olsen around. I do not know if she is a widow ora divorcee© she is not the kind of person that you ask questionsof. We genuinely do not like each other. I think she isoverbearing. She thinks that I am wild, spoiled, disrespectful. While she is my landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, andshe cannot wait to have me gone. But she still is very much in myfantasies. This story, embellished somewhat, is what I told toTom. He is very interested in this, and says that he is going toÜj Ü look into making it all happen. He had me write him a letter,detailing all this, though how exactly he plans to make use ofit, I do not know. Today, Tom called at lunch time and asked me to come over thisevening, and to be sure to be there before 8:00 PM. He says thatwe might, just might, have company, though he won't say who andhe won't say what. I am fantasizing about this, have been allday now, not knowing what to expect. Today is Thursday, Ithought, and today is the day that perhaps I am going to meet myfate. Thomas had heard my story and questioned me on it indetail. He knew what I think I want. He was delighted to helpme, to play in our little drama. He had my letter, written in myown hand, addressed to him, which detailed everything. He hadalso purchased a pint bottle of castor oil at the drug store©theonly item on the list that he did not have in advance. And hehad made the calls, I believe, talked to Mrs. Olsen, explainedour relationship, and had her surprised (and he says, delightedand enthusiastic) agreement to participate. He told her that hehad been regularly spanking me, had nude photos of me that heknew she would want to see, and had ideas of advanced disciplinefor me that he wanted to discuss with her. She was cautious, butinterested© after all, this was really right up her alley, and itwas being handed to her on a silver platter, so to speak. This time, for the first time, I did not drive to his place. Iknew that if the adventure was going to go according to his planthat I would be taken home, in bondage, by Mrs. Olsen. My carwould only be in the way. I went there by cab, dressed as usualin jeans and a sweater. The clothes made no difference. I wouldbe nude as soon as I got there. Thomas' house was no differentthan at any other time. The furnishings are sparse, butadequate. The room down in the basement, which was the "playroom"had wood paneled walls, with various hooks and eyes, and thelarge, very sturdy oak library table with a padded top. On thefloor stood a brown paper bag. I was instructed to strip down tomy panties, but to leave them on© a pair of black nylon bikinipanties that he had bought for me that he liked. I was to puteach article of clothing that I removed into that paper bag. Soon enough I was almost nude, trembling slightly, though notfrom fright. Thomas had seen me nude now a number of times andhad used me in the various ways that a punished girl is used. Instead, I was trembling in anticipation. This might be thenight that Mrs. Olsen would join us, and if she did, there was notelling how the agenda might go. This time, for preparation, allthat happened was that Tom put wrist cuffs on me and fastened mywrists behind my back. I was helpless. And I was wondering ifshe would appear© and if she did appear if she would participateªand if she did participate, how severe she would be with me. I had fantasies about how she would be dressed. No matter whatshe had on top, I knew that she would wear a black merry©widow, ashort corset like garment, only hip length, and with that, blackopera©length hose and garters. And of course, black panties thatrevealed more than they hid, through which would clearly beÜj Ü visible her fulsome behind. I had seen her dressed this way, andit really depressed me. It also really excited me. I hadvisions of kissing that large, shapely bottom, of thrusting mytongue up inside© and I hated these visions. And secretly beggedthat she make it happen. I stood, just marking time. The phone range. Tom went upstairsto talk, and seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. Icould hear voices as he answered upstairs, but could not identifywho was there. I could only hope. Footsteps could be heard© twopair were coming down the stairs© and there she was!! Mrs. Velma Olsen stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in asimple, severe black dress. She looked around the room, lookedfinally at me, standing wearing only my panties, my wristsfastened behind my back. "My dear", she said. "You cannotimagine how glad I am to see you here. And looking so lovely,too". I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling mybottom, gently squeezing one cheek of my ass. Her hands ran upmy front, taking hold of each bare breast and fondling me. Shetook my nipples, each between a thumb and forefinger and gentlysqueezed, bringing them to instant erection©©©and using mynipples to pull by, dragged me in very close. "Let me see yourtongue", she commanded. I opened my mouth, showed her the tip ofmy tongue. Squeezing somewhat harder, she ordered me"Further,darling. Stick it all the way out so that i can seeit." I complied. She opened her mouth, and we deep©kissed. Andgently, she bit down on my tongue. Not very hard, but hardenough. This was not at all what I had expected. "My dear", she said, "Tom has told me how naughty you have been. I am not really surprised, but it is nice to have confirmationthat I have been correct. He has asked that I help in modifyingyour behavior. Won't that be fun?" And in saying that shesqueezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp. She removed the black frock. She did not have the merry©widowon©rather, she was wearing only a sexy looking deep©cut blackbra, and black panty hose. This emphasized her curvaceousfigure, and with her high heels, she had a totally queenlyappearance. Tom, watching closely© his eyes popping out at thesight© was obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at leastfor now, he was going to be a voyeur in this drama© not a directparticipant. It also seemed that he did not mind in the least. Velma sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom©up. Her handsfondled my bikini©clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing abit. A hand ran inside the waist band and squeezed naked flesh©not hard, but rather more a loving squeeze. She quickly pulledmy panties down, tugged them all the way off, and asked me toopen my legs so that she could see all my parts. Her hands probedhere and there. First a finger touched all around my vulva,testing for creaminess. I was sopping wet. The finger probedÜj Ü inward, deeply, came out again and rubbed gently across my nowerect clit, almost making me leap off her lap. The finger foundits way between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found therosebud pointing up at her, gently forced its way inside, fulldepth. This also seemed to please her. "Ooh yes, you are just lovely," she said, "just the way I knewyou would be". And she raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across onecheek of my upturned bottom. Very slowly, she lectured me ongood behavior, punctuating almost every point with another hardswat on my bare ass, first on one cheek and then the other,alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that each sidegot its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fairshare. Very soon she brought me to tears. This went on for awhile© much longer than I had expected, and much more of aspanking than Tom had ever given me. I was crying now, notknowing what to say. I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might that Iwould be good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that Iwould obey her in anything, just anything, that she might want meto do. She pushed me off onto the floor, ordered me to kneelbefore her. Now understand how I felt. I had truly been punishedand my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt humiliated to betreated this way, and to have Tom see me treated this way. Ifelt totally ashamed of myself for getting myself into thissituation. And I felt totally under her control. But most ofall, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited. She was Queen, shewas in charge, and what would happen was completely up to her. What she wanted from me, she would get!!! She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Tom) a pair ofdelicious, shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, darkbrown nipple to kiss. I had no doubts whatever about what wasgoing to happen now, and I did just as she indicated she wantedme to do© I leaned forward, and took that luscious morsel into mymouth and sucked it lovingly. Shortly, her hand found myearlobe, and pulled me downward. She shucked her blackunderpants, spread her husky, shapely thighs, and showed me amusky crotch, obviously excited that she wanted me to kiss as agesture of submission. And all the time that I had known her,hated her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted.I had dreamed about it a thousand times, the thought of me beingon my knees, kneeling before her widespread thighs, peering intoher open, expectant crotch, looking at the pink lips and hererect clit, standing up and awaiting my kiss. I knew thesignificance of this position. I was going to lean forward andkiss her there, and suck her juices, and give her pleasure. Andby so doing, she was going to take possession of me to use me anyway that she chose to use me in the future. I was going to beconverted to her slave girl, and she would own me and operate me. I buried my face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting herÜj Ü juices, enjoying the strange flavors and enjoying the sexy,gorgeous feeling of humiliation of doing this with Tom watching. He loved it. I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached tothe table for the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon. Alarge spoonful was poured, and offered to me. I pursed my lips,knowing that no taste did I hate so much as this. I refused. She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched HARD. Ithurt, really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her suddenchange in mood. She said, "Now there you are being willful,disobedient. That is exactly what I am going to correct." She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, andgot for my troubles the tablespoonful of the castor oil. Igagged on it, but managed to swallow it down. "Would you like another?" she asked. When I gasped out NOOO, she pinched again, saying "Now that isthe WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you likeanother?" I knew what would happen if I said no again. I did not know whatto say. She said it for me. She said "May I have another© thatwould be the way that you would say it if you had good manners". And with that, she gave me another pinch, this time not so hardbut still hard enough. And of course, I did ask for another, andwas duly rewarded with a large spoonful, and then a moment later,another and another......... I was let alone for a while, while Velma and Tom disappearedupstairs. They were gone for a long time. When they came back,I could see that Tom had lost his erection. Velma sat down againbefore me, her thighs spread again, and beckoned me to kiss her. I did, of course, and found now that she was ever so much morejuicy than before, a totally different flavor, too. Obviously,out of my sight, they had fucked. She had paid Tom, in a sense,for turning me over to her for discipline, and she had thankedhim in the manner he liked best. Velma reached into her purse,and found a new toy© a large nipple clip that she attached to oneof my nipples, and snapped a leash onto it. This was a new wayto lead somebody around. She found my coat, threw it over myshoulders, took the leash in one hand, the paper bag with myclothes in the other, said goodbye to Tom, and led me out to hercar. As she led me, her attitude seemed to be that of a greatlady who had just procured a new toy, and now meant to take ithome and play with it in depth. I was the toy. And I knew thisgame that we were going to play. She was going to make the rulesand I was going to abide by them© without any limits. She wouldbe judge and jury and enforcer. In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other breast inÜj Ü her hand and very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. Sheturned her face to me, and offered me a very wet kiss© and aswell, a totally confusing mixture of sensations and feelings. Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy, feeling itswetness. She gently, very gently frigged my clit, bringing mealmost, but not quite to orgasm. And she nibbled on my ear lobe,and thrust a tongue into my ear, in the meanwhile whispering"Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I am going tojust loooovvvvee being your teacher. You are just going to loveit. Did you enjoy going down on me?" Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for pinching mynipples and making me do her thing, I knew I had better give theright answer. I said that I loved it. "Good", she said, "since you like it so well, do it again, rightnow." So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front ofTom's house, my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue suckingher clit©© and all the while, that castor oil was doing itsinsidious work, taking me ever closer to that particular point ofno return. Away we drove, finally, towards home. I was certain that I wouldnever make it there, considering the wild sensations in mybowels. Somehow, I did manage to hold on long enough, my stomachheaving and quenching as she led me up the stairs, firmly holdingthe leash. I begged for permission to go to the bathroom, and tomy surprise, it was granted without question. Velma was for themoment in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was grantedpermission to shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, asit turned out, for quite a bit more. An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news onTV, she ordered me up. My hands were fastened behind my backagain, and after some really loving©type gentle play with mynipples, we began to discuss discipline. She reviewed my conductover the past several years that we had known each other. Shepointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, Icould have, should have behaved differently. Now, she told me,she was going to teach me number of things, but better mannersand better behavior and total obedience to recognized authority were certainly vital parts of the lessons. Obviously, she was nowthe recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if Iwas sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bentforward to give me a delightful view of her bare ass, her legsspread so that I could see her brown rosette, almost winking atme. I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long, wet, sweetthrusting kiss. At that point, I could not. She said that thiswas disobedience, exactly what she had meant. And announcingthis, she bent me over the end of the couch, my bottom raised. Üj Ü She left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from thecloset, and showed it to me© a wicked looking leather strap,about 18" long, 3" wide, and the end cut into three separatetongues of leather. She told me that it was a trainer, sometimescalled a tawse, but by any name a marvelous tool for one job© forteaching. She said that nature had provided every female a placeto be taught© her naked behind. There, lessons could be given,that might be painful for the moment, but they would beremembered and no permanent harm would come. And with that, sheraised the tawse, and SSSSSPPPPLLLAAATTT!!© a fiery streak, rightacross the crowns of both cheeks. I screamed out. She saidnothing, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was thevoice from the TV. Time dragged, and my behind was on fire. Ihad never really felt anything like it before. And then©ªSSSSSPPPPPPPLLLAAATTTT!! Again, she burned my bottom, as before. And now it hurt twice as much, if that is possible. I wassobbing, crying, begging her to let me go. All that got me was athird and then a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump.She asked me questions about things I had done the previous year,about things I had said, about Tom. She wanted to know if I hadbeen letting him fuck me. I said no. That immediately earned meanother vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and thistime I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me up theass. I denied it© and got yet another stroke. I confessed thatTom had been using me anally. She noted that down for futurereference, as if that was another transgression that she intendedto cure. I was crying hysterically now, willing to tell heranything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in theprocess a barn©burner of a spanking. Suddenly it stopped. She said to me, "What would you like to do,now?" I knew there wasonly one answer to that question, and I said it, "Please let meshow you, let me kiss your beautiful ass." She smiled slightly,bent forward again, and again, offered her brown rosette to mytongue. Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted todo. I thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly,tasted her strange flavor, and gave her thusly the kiss of totalobedience. She left the room. After what seemed a long time, she returned,carrying a paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sureenough, she found a spoon, and then asked me if I wanted mydessert now. I gulped, cried again, and said nooooo. And forthat refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse. She askedagain, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I didso. She made me request it, made me ask her to please feed me mydessert. 
