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Gentlemen, chapter two on the way.
The usual disclaimers adhere to this story too, so keep out if you......
Copyright belongs to Spiller. ---------------
Out of this world, part two.
by Spiller.
Monday and Tuesday went by with a lot of work, but I did have time to
contemplate how to make good use of my slave - without scaring her off
completely, that is. Tuesday I did some shopping, and on Wednesday morning
I gave Helle a package before we went down for breakfast. "I'll be home at
a quarter to five, right after Sven has left for his football training. I
order you to wear this when you open the front door to let me in. And
you'll have a tall glass of coffee Galliano in your hand."
The package contained a thin, pale blue corset, contrasting perfectly
with her tanned body. The bra was made of an ultra thin material, hiding
not even the small brown dot close to her nipple. The corsage itself was
made of satin, adorned with thin red stripes. Three decorative thongs for
each leg would hold up the blue stockings I had bought. Thin blue nylon
with a snake woven into one of them, going from her toes up to the inside
of her thigh, where the open mouth showed fangs and split tongue. Of
course there were no panties, but then there was a whip I had made in the
workshop on Monday. Nine tails made of the soft, silken string that is
used to adorn furniture or to hide where two pieces of cloth are joined.
It looked fierce, but was really unable to inflict any harm at all.
"Can I open it now?"
"You certainly can't !" I wanted her to stew in her own fantasies while
she was alone in the house.
"And I want you to trim that hairy pussy. Mind you, don't shave. We'll
save that for a later day, but cut it as close as you can with a pair if
scissors."
"Yes, Sir. Any more orders for me?" She smiled lovingly and kissed my
cheek.
"Oh, yes, plenty. But not for now."
Breakfast was uneventful, and I could hardly wait to get out of the
house. I had a piece of work to finish.
Fortunately my office is very secluded in the high basement of our
building. Suffice it to say that I'm responsible for archive maintenance,
and only a few times every day does someone visit me, and invariably they
will call first. Over Monday and Tuesday I had worked with latex to make a
pair of special panties, using a pair of Helles as a model to get the right
size and fit, but they still needed a lot of coatings to be perfect.
The glowing red latex was formed as a pair of low waist, tight fitting
panties, looking erotic, but not nasty, from the outside. In just the
right spot in the gusset (I hoped it was the right spot) I had molded a
slim 3 inch cock and right in front of that was going to be two ridges,
forming a narrow valley, barely wide enough for her clit. The idea was,
that once the cock was fit in her pussy, the two ridges would rub and push
her clit at every step and movement she made. What I needed to get
finished today were the ridges, and then a general reinforcement of the
whole outfit, especially the waistline which would have to stand some
handling. Fortunately some of my work is bookbinding important reports and
other material, so nobody would find it suspicious if the smell of latex
hung in the air.
By three o'clock I was satisfied with my work, and all surfaces were
rubbed with baby-powder to prevent them from sticking together. I put them
in a small cardboard box and wrapped it all as a gift. Shortly after four
I was in my car, humming nice little tunes and adjusting my growing cock
all the time, for greater comfort.
I made very good time on the road, and as I didn't want to get home
earlier than I had told, I stopped for a cup of coffee shortly before I was
home, and right on time, 16.45, I punched my usual 4 short rings on our
doorbell. She must have been standing right beside the door, because it
opened in one second.
"Ta-ta", she greeted me - Coffe Galliano in her right hand, striking a
pose with one hip pushed upwards and her left arm behind her head. My God,
she was beautiful.
"If you like what you see, Sir, please come in and rest your body and
mind with this lovely drink."
"I most certainly like what I see. You have to be the best looking
piece of pussy in this town. Thank's for the invitation." I took the drink
she was offering me, kissed her hot red lips, and dropped down in my
favourite armchair in the livingroom. I pointed my hand at the floor in
front of the chair. "Come, my sweet, let's have a bit of a catwalk for
private purposes."
She looked absolutely whorish when she walked back and forth on her high
heels. Hips were swaying and her stockings made swisshing sounds as she
rubbed them together, crossing one food in front of the other. "You'll
notice, Sir, that this corset has six thongs in all." She talked exactly
like a showmaster at a fashion show. "This makes for a much more erotic
sight, as well as a better support for stockings. Also note the small
frills framing the front cutout. This calls your attention to the dripping
cunt you can observe." She was really playing this to the fullest.
She let both hands slide up and down her body. "It's made of the
smoothest satin. All the men I've fucked these last ten years have enjoyed
my body, when it was encased in smooth silk or satin."
As far as I know I'm the only man she has fucked these last ten years,
but she is right that I'm a sucker for her slim body in a smooth and shiny
dress with nothing under it.
"But the real kill of this corset is the bra. You'll notice that you
can see everything in it, and I can guarantee, Sir, that it supports
absolutely nothing." She moved in to stand close in front of me. "Would
you care to feel? That way you can be sure, that my tits have no sag at
all, as this bra wouldn't support a hummingbird." She grabbed my wrist and
moved my hand to her tits. The material was silky smooth, and her
beautiful tits with the dark aureolas were a delight to touch. Her nipples
answered immediately by wrinkling up to stand out.
At this point I was ready to jump her, but I had to control myself.
Wouldn't be much of a master/slave relation in that. She noticed my hard
cock stretching the front of my trousers, which brought out a sweet smile
on her red lips, and a gleam in her blue, blue eyes.
I pulled myself together. Emptied the Coffe Galliano and straightened
my back. "As far as I remember there was yet another item in that package.
Bring it to me." She backed off and courtsied.
"As you wish, Sir." She turned round, and with an exagerated wriggle of
her lovely round ass she went into the wardrobe and came back with the
`whip'. When she was close again she went down on her knees and handed me
the whip with both hands stretched out.
"Is this the right way, Sir." Her eyes were twinkling and her nipples
stood out against the thin bra.
This was so out of her ordinary behaviour that I could not help ask her.
"Whereever have you learned that? And, yes, I think that is the proper
way."
She smiled and got up from the floor and instead she sat down on my lap.
"I don't know the tiniest bit about slaves and masters. So I went on
the net this morning and joined a hotmail chatgroup for slaves and masters.
Wow, did I learn something."
"Was it interesting?"
"Interesting ?? It was horny as hell. First I just watched the chat,
then I joined, and last I whispered for half an hour with a horny couple
from England. I had two orgasms in just that half hour, and my pussy was
so wet and sloppy I had to finish my shower with a cold spray on it for
several minutes."
I pushed my left hand up her thighs and ordered: "Spread your legs. I
must have immediate access to your cunt." She happily did so, and she
definitely didn't feel like she had had a cold shower. Her bush was
trimmed as ordered, and her labia were swollen and slick.
I tried to sound as harsh as I could as I pushed her off my lap and
grabbed her by the hair. "So this horny little slave has had sex with
strangers ! That is absolutely unacceptable, unless she has been ordered
to. I shall have to punish you severely !"
I dragged her to the door into Sven's room. I had hidden a pair of
handcufs in the cupboard beside the door. Quickly I handcuffed her. The
hooks from the days Sven had a swing, were still in the top of the
doorframe. Very handy. I had hid a piece of thin rope with the handcuffs,
and it took me less than a minute to have her standing in the doorway, arms
stretched up and tied to the hook.
"So you have been masturbating and talking to strangers? You have used
that cunt of mine for your own pleasure??"
"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. But I didn't know."
I swung the whip, and the nine tails landed on her hip. It looked
impressive, but the nine tails didn't leave one single mark on her soft
skin. Nonetheless she played her part and looked hurt while she said
"ouch".
"I shall have to punish you, you know. Really you deserve twenty
lashes, but I shall be lenient and deal you only ten, seing that I hadn't
given you specific orders."
"Oh, thank you, Sir. I'm grateful that I have such an understanding man
to be my master."
I now dealt her four lashes on her front. I hit her thighs, her cunt
and her tits. From her little movements it was obvious to me that she
actually liked it. I stretched out my hand and cupped her cunt. She was
flowing. Already two or three little drops were creaping down to her
thigh.
"Turn round!" I loved the way she tried to push back her ass, as far as
her stretched position would allow. I now dealt her four lashes on the
back of her thighs and on her ass, and this time I hit her almost as hard
as the whip would allow. That drew a couple of ouch'es and a couple of
aaaa's from her.
"Turn round again!" With bright shining eyes she faced me again.
"Spread your legs as far as you can." And again she obliged.
Before I dealt her the last two lashes I pushed the handle of the whip
up into her cunt. It slipped in very easily, and when I pulled it out
again after moving it in and out a couple of times, the handle was shining
wet. I tasted her exciting juice and then held the handle to her mouth.
"Clean this handle before I take it in my hand again." She groaned as she
opened her mouth, and she raised to yet a higher level of excitement as she
sucked and licked her juices off the handle. At last I administered one
lash to her thighs and one to her cunt whereafter I threw the `whip' across
the livingroom to the sofa.
"That was your punishment for your infidelity on the computer, my dear
slave. And remember from now on, that this cunt belongs to me - it's for
me to decide it's use and it's pleasure."
"Yes, Sir. It is your cunt, and it's for you to decide it's use. I
understand that, Sir."
"And now I'm going to take my pleasure from it." It took me less than a
minute to get undressed, show her my rampant hardness and to shove it to
the bottom of her cunt. The pleasure of her wetness was exquisite, and the
joy of my power over her heightened my lust.
"And you, my little whore, has no permission to come. I'll fuck you so
slow that you haven't got a chance of an orgasm, but if you should feel one
coming up, you'll have to fight it as you have not been permittet."
"Oh, please. You can't do that to me! I'm so horny I have to come. I
have to ! !"
She looked so whorish in her corset, and her mouth and her eyes told me
of the lust burning in her cunt, that I took pity in her. I fucked her
harder and harder, holding her hips with both hands, and her body was by
now swaying in her tied arms. I felt her orgasm nearing and sped up my
fucking yet a little bit. With a loud scream she started coming at the
same time as I pumped my boiling sperm up into her body.
"Oh, my God, it's great", she panted. "That was one of my best. I love
you."
I pulled out my soiled cock, looked into her eyes and said: "You were
not allowed to come. Unfortunately Sven will be back home shortly, so I
can't punish you right now, but you just wait!"
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it."
I just shook my head at her and went to get the little giftbox with her
new latex panties. When I opened it in front of her she looked like one
big questionmark. "What's that?"
"Wait and see." I lifted her feet into the panties and pulled them up
her legs. When I fumbled the tiny cock into her juice- and spermdripping
cunt she gasped. It took a little maneuvering from my hands to push her
big lips aside so the two ridges could envelop her clit, but when I grabbed
the waistline and pulled them up tight she got the idea at once.
"You can't make me wear these. I shan't be able to think of anything
else."
"That was the idea, love."
I untied her hands from the hook, hugged her and massaged her shoulders
a little. "Now go upstairs, find an easy dress to wear over this outfit.
Your son will be home in a little while, and we don't want to scare him, do
we?" She started walking towards the stairs, but after just 6 or 7 steps
she stopped and turned round. "Where the hell did you buy these? I'll
have to sit dead quiet if I'll be sure not to come."
"First, I didn't buy them, I made them. And second: You can have all
the orgasms you want in those pants, your only task will be to have them as
quietly and descretely as it takes not to call our son's attention. Got
it?"
"Yes, Sir, and thank you." She sure had learned quite a few of the
`right' words in that chatgroup.
A few minutes later she came down the stairs again, this time dressed in
a demure everyday dress. What wasn't so everyday was, that she had to stop
halfway down because she was overwhelmed by an orgasm, which she fought
admirably. At the same time we heard Sven throw his bicycle against the
wall and come barging in through the kitchen.
comments on this part two are very welcome at: xxspillerxx@my-deja.com
and may help ensuring a third or even fourth part.
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