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                            The Private Dick
                          A Multi-Part Series.
                             By Sid Johnson

     This is the journey of a private investigator into the world of female
     domination.

     When I awoke, I was in a room, sagging, standing up and unable to move.
     I tried to move and couldn't. Shit, my hands were bound by these leather
cuffs, and my ankles were shackled. And, I was naked.
     Then, I remembered what happened. I was talking to this woman named
Rebecca and she had offered me a drink. The next thing I know I felt groggy
and I passed out.
    Suddenly, a figure walked in the room. It was Rebecca, only she was
dressed in one fucking strange outfit - over-the-knee leather high-heeled
boots, a leather corset that made her huge tits seem massive, leather wrist
bands and she was carrying what looked like a riding crop.
     ``What the fuck is going on, bitch,'' I yelled at her. ``You'd better
fucking let me out of her or I'll kick you from here to ...''
     WHACK! She hit me square on the ass with her whip.
     ``Goddammed, you, you fucking bitch ....'' I yelled.
     WHACK. Another hit across the ass with her fucking whip. WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! She hit me some more.
     It wasn't fast, though. Each stroke was measured and timed so that just
as the pain from one stroke began to build, she hit me with another and
another and another.
     After what seemed like forever, she looked at me and put her index
finger across my lips.
     ``Listen, you little worm, you will speak when spoken to and not until
then. I am in control, not you. And when you do speak, you will call me,
Mistress. You got that?'' she sneered at me.
      WHACK! She hit again across the ass. Then she switched around and hit
me in the balls. God, I thought I was going to die.
      ``What did you say?'' she yelled at the top of her lungs.
       ``I said...'' I started to say. Then she held the riding crop over her
head and I weakly said, ``Yes, mistress.''
      Like a Marine drill sergeant, she said: ``What?''
      ``Mistress,'' came my reply.
      She hissed.
      ``I can't HEAR YOU!''
      ``Mistress,'' I said. ``Yes, Mistress. Whatever you want mistress. God,
please, whatever you want, mistress.''
      And then I started crying. Shit, I hadn't cried since I was 12 years old
and her I was crying now. What the fuck had come over me.
      She put the riding crop down and held me close to her massive breasts
and hugged me.
      ``There, there, my little worm, we've only just begun,'' she said.
``There's a lot more where that come from. You're about the explore a world
you've only dreamed of in your wet dreams. After all, you're training has
just started.''
     I looked up at her. Damn, this woman was beautiful. Normally, I'd given
my right nut to fuck a broad like this and this one had tried to knock my
balls off.
     ``What the fuck are you talking about,'' I asked.
     She immediately threw me away from her chest, grabbed the riding crop,
and hit me.
     WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
     These weren't controlled, measured shots. She was hitting me hard. One
to the ass, two to the ass, then around to the balls and back to the ass.
      ``How did I tell you to address me?'' she hissed.
      ``Mistress,'' I said.
      WHACK!
      ``How?'' she asked.
      ``Mistress,'' I said again.
      WHACK!
      ``How you worm?'' she hissed again.
      ``MISTRESS!!! MISTRESS!! For God's sake, MISTRESS,'' I yelped.
      She then put the whip down and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off
her brow. She had this strange look in her face, like she really enjoyed what
she was doing.
      And, strangely enough, when I looked down, I discovered I had a boner.
A fucking hard on! My cock was sticking straight out from my body.
      She walked over, reached for a small cigar - that's right, a fucking
cigar -- and she lit it. She then came over and blew the smoke in my face.
     Then, she took my cock and slapped it back against my belly. Next, she
hit me with her open hand four or five times.
     ``Well, it looks as if you like what I am doing to you worm,'' she
purred. ``But I didn't give you permission to get hard, now did I? Well,
you'll learn. You'll learn.
      ``I am going to teach you a real lesson about power and sex. A lesson
that you won't soon forget. And before I'm finished, you`ll do anything for
me. Anything at all.
      ``For too long, men like you have abused and used women. Well, Mister,
I'm going to show you who's really in charge. And it starts right here and
now, in the basement of my house. No one will hear from you for several days.
You were in the Army. Remember Basic Training. Well, this is your new Basic
Training. We'll call it basic slave training. You`ll learn to serve and serve
well. You'll learn to crave pain.''
     Then, she reached up and grabbed my hands and undid the wristcuffs from
the H-shaped bar she had me hanging from and undid the bonds holding my ankles
in place.
     I was still bound at the ankles. She led me by my cock, which was now
much softer, over to a bed and forced me to lay down. She then fastened
me to the bed.
     Above me, on the ceiling, were mirrors. In fact, the whole fucking room
was surrounded by mirrors.
     She looked down at me and smile.
     ``Now, my dear little pretty, you are going to get a chance to serve your
mistress before she retires for the night,'' she said.
     Without saying another word, she reached down and undid a snap at the
bottom of her corset. She proceeded to climb up on the bed and move up to
staddle my chest.
     ``Now, eat dinner. And you'd better be good,'' she said in a sexy voice.
     Suddenly, I was presented with a mass of black pubic hair and she moved
up to put her moist, innermost self over my mouth.
     The odor was strong and her sikly slit sparkled with juices. Fuck, she
actually got excited by beating the shit out of me. But, then again, I got a
fucking hard on.
     Strange. Real strange.
     My new-found mistress then lowered herself and began to rub her full cunt
up and down my nose. I was almost overpowered by the smell. Her juices flooded
by face. They ran into my nostrils. I felt like I was going to drown.
     Then I heard her say, ``Eat.''
     And with that, she lowered her hair-covered pussy on my face and moved up
and down and side to side. Although I thought she would smother me, it was
exciting.
     Tentatively, I reached out with my tongue and plunged it deep in her
vagina. I also shook my head from side to side.
     ``Yes, yes, you little slut,'' she yelled. ``Eat, eat, eat. Yea. Yea.
Yea.''
     God, I was excited. My cock was hard. My senses were on fire. I began to
melt into her cunt. I couldn't get enough.
     I tongued and I tongued. Her juices were unbelieveable. It was like
putting a garden hose to your mouth on a hot summer afternoon. Damned, it was
good.
     Then I reached het clitoris. It was like a small cock. I've never seen
anything like it.
     I sucked, recalling some of the world-class blow jobs I've experienced
in my life.
    That's all it took.
    ``I'M, I'M, I'M CUMMING,'' she screamed, grabbing my head and pulling it
closer to her pussy.
      She rode and rode and rode, and then, she actually shot juice out of her
pussy. Never had that happened in my life. Stream after stream came out. It
was strong, bittersweet stuff, but I craved it the way a drunk craves a
drink.
     Finally, she raised her body off the bed.
     ``I can see my little slut like that,'' she said, looking down at my hard
cock. Jeez, I had blue balls. I wanted to come so fucking bad and she knew it.
    She grabbed her crop and flicked it across my cock a couple of times.
``Maybe, if you're good, before you leave, we'll take care of you,'' she
said.
     Rebecca left the room and came back with a light blanket, which she out
over me.
      ``Goodnight, my sweet. Day Two of Basic Training comes tomorrow. Sleep
well,'' she said.
      As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts were on how in the fuck I got
into this situation.


     THE BEGINNING

     Everyone remembers the first time something happened in life. Yea. the
first time. Like the first time you got drunk, or hit a homerun or kissed a
girl or got laid.
     Ah, the memories. They're good. Real good. And like good wine, they get
better with age. Maybe it has something to do with looking at the past with
rose-colored glassed. I don't know.
     Anyway, I experienced a first last year that was, well, I still can't
find the right words. At first, I was repulsed by it, but now, I'm hooked.
I'm a changed man. Forever.
     Last year, in March, I stepped into the world of B&D and S&M. I
discovered that me - Sid Johnson - an submissive. Hey, don't get an idea
that I'm some runt who can't get it up.
     Listen, Sid Johnson is a private investigator who is 35 years old,
6-foot-2, 215 pounds, well-built, hung and used to chase pussy all the
time - even when I was married. That's right, even during the four long years
I was married. OK, so I'm a real shit for doing that, but a man's gotta do
what a man's gotta do.
     The last thing that I envisioned for my sex life was S&M, but it
happened.
     Last February, I was hired by an Kansas City insurance company to
investigate a case involving a stolen car ring.