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Subject: {ASSM} Taste for Pussy, Part 4 (Lesbian, BDSM, Anal Play)
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 10:10:06 -0400
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"A Taste For Pussy, Chapter 4"
By Deborah the Cowgirl
(Scene Continued From Chapter 3)
 
 "But now I'm afraid you have two problems facing you and your professional
image," I said to Karen.


 "What's that?" she asked with a sense of exhaustion and dread.


 "Well, the first is this video tape. The second is the key to your
handcuffs. I currently hold both. And if you want to keep your imagine
intact, you're going to have to continue to make me happy. We will deal with
the tape later.  For the time being, if you want out of those cuffs, here is
what you have to do. You will have to bend over the back of that chair and
put your ass in the air like the naughty little slut that you are. Your only
other alternative is trying to discreetly find a way home with your hands
cuffed behind your back."

 A smirk spread across Karen's face as she started to giggle, "You're going
to spank me?"

 "Yes Karen, I think that would be an excellent suggestion," the fact that
her reaction had such levity implied that she had been sexually spanked
before. It was probably by some former lover and she had, no doubt, enjoyed
it. I was glad to learn this because it gave me license to inflict a bit
more pain with this session since I knew she already had some familiarity.
It was time to increase the intensity.

 Karen dutifully bent over the high back of the office chair, her hands
still cuffed behind her. This position put her ass over the back of the
chair making it delightfully available to me. I appreciated the fact that
she wasn't fighting me as much any more, although I had enjoyed forcing and
persuading her do things in our earlier sessions. But watching her now
assume the position and thrust that delicious little ass of her up in the
air was a rewarding feeling all it's own. The view of her ass was made even
more sexy by her short mini-skirt which in her current position was raised
off of her legs and hung invitingly just below the bottom of her butt
cheeks.

 I grabbed the material and moved it up over her now exposed ass and rested
it in the middle of her back. The view of her ass was magnificent, and it
was double satisfying seeing that it was still clad in the vibrating panties
I had made her wear earlier. Her ass had always been what I considered her
most attractive feature. Karen was a marathon runner and as such her ass was
well muscled and perfectly globular. Conquering her ass was going to be a
delicious treat, and I had packed just the toys I needed to do it in my
purse this morning.

 "Tell me Karen," I said as I rubbed my hands smoothly over her scoops of
flesh, "Is this a virgin ass?"

 Karen hesitated to answer. "Ahm."

 "Has it ever been violated?" I interrupted sternly.

 "No," she admitted quietly.

 Karen liked to let on that she had quite an active an imaginative sex life.
Of course, this was all before she had met me and really discovered what an
imaginative sex life really was. She was competitive and liked to never feel
that she was bested at anything and on certain "girl's nights" at work when
other women went on about their affairs in very specific, if not overly
indulged, detail she had boasted of being quite the adventurous lover in
order to not seem prudish. However, I had always suspected that she had let
on more that she had really done and was happy to hear that the ass I was
now staring at was indeed a virgin one. That would make conquering it all
the more delightful.

 I put my purse down and removed a tube of lubricant and a vibrating
inflatable butt plug. It was a toy I had picked out with the vibrating
panties that morning with just this occasion in mind. I began applying the
lubricant to the butt plug. Karen cocked her head back in an attempt to see
what she was in for.

 "Eyes down SLUT!" I commanded. Karen jumped at the harsh sound of my voice
and obediently lowered her eyes. This was the first time I had really been
stern with her and it was both enjoyable and effective.

 After sufficiently lubricating the butt plug I ran my fingers along and
under the plastic material band of the vibrating panties I had made her
wear. Karen knew that she definitely wasn't going to like what came next and
her ass tensed and reacted pensively. I enjoyed seeing her uncomfortable
anticipation and I continued to move my hand under her panties and up and
down the crack of her ass. They were still quite wet from her earlier orgasm
and I nudged against her pussy with the knuckles of my fingers as my hand
passed it.

 After I had enjoyed the wonderful aesthetics and physical sensations of
this for several minutes I gripped my hand around the panty material that
protected her asshole and moved it to the side so as to leave her vulnerable
and exposed. I presented the lubricated tip of the butt plug to her asshole
and began to move it around so as to relax her asshole and to spread the
lubricant around a bit. Then I slowly began to press it directly against her
puckered little starfish and watched with pride as the black latex plug
started to ever so slightly sink into her pink flesh.

 "Whose ass is this slut?" I asked to better relish the moment.

 "It's yours Mistresses to do with as you wil.EH God that hurts!" Karen
gasped as I forced the plug home.

 "Well Karen, I guess it's not a virgin ass anymore. So now you can tell the
ladies at work all about it," I provoked.

 "Eh. Mistresses I don't plan on telling anyone anything about this," Karen
eked uncomfortably.

 "I bet you don't plan on letting anyone know what a fucking slut you are,
but you had better get used to the idea," I spat back fully enjoying the
conversational leverage I plug in the ass can give. It is a secret sadistic
love of mine to being up the most sensitive relationship discussions now
when my slave was most vulnerable. I was addicted to power, and that's
exactly what I now had. Power to inflict pain, discomfort, humiliation, and,
when I felt she deserved it, orgasm.

Of course, I knew that the very idea that anyone would find out about what
we were doing would mortify prim and proper little Karen, and that's what my
earlier videotape was for. But I knew that she was especially mortified at
the idea that her girlfriends might find out about this. She was competitive
with them in that feminine, I am the most attractive, kind of way. And it
was this idea that I had latched onto as a great way to torture her. The
very idea was bad enough, but I planned to soon make it a reality.

I stepped back from the chair to admire my handiwork for a moment. The black
vibrating panties held a now still vibrator to her pussy. The panties were
still to one side were I had placed them and a back nub protruded from her
ass. A black bulb identical to the ones used on blood pressure cuffs hung
from the nub like a ridiculous looking horse's tail as did a black
electrical controller for the vibrator which was the nub itself. Karen
continued in her eyes down position, waiting in nervous anticipation of what
was to come next. I could almost taste the fear and dread that I was
building in her, and I watched with cold satisfaction as her ass tensed when
she heard the sound of me removing my belt from around my waist.

"You can make as much noise as you want my darling," I told her. "But keep
in mind that this is still you office and people will talk if they hear
strange moans or screams coming from here. What will you tell those gossip
office busybodies them?"

My question must have stayed fixed in her mind, because as I spun and
slammed her exposed ass with the leather of my belt all she would let escape
her mouth as a sharp inhale. The blow left a lovely red welt on her
otherwise perfect white ass. Having fantasized various conquests of Karen's
ass for months, I could hardly contain my excitement and felt like letting
loose sadistic laugh or yelp as I let loose my next stinging blow with my
belt. But I did not. I was determined that the only sounds that would escape
this office would by the sounds that she herself made. That is of course
outside of the intoxicating song of my leather belt as it traveled through
the air and the delightful sharp crack it made against her ass.
 I let loose with my belt for the next few minutes. Crack after crack left
welt after welt. And the whole time my darling little Karen dutifully bore
the pain with only a barely audible whimper or sharp inhale. As time wore
one and her ass started to blacken with pretty black bruises I saw her
entire body break out in a heavy sweat. It was then I decided that she was
ready for phase two.

I casually strode up to her ass and ran my bare hand over it's twin half
globes. They were hot to the touch and a shudder ran through her at my
touching them. I then moved my hand from her ass and grabbed the inflating
bulb to her butt plug as I walked around the front of the chair to stare her
in the face. Karen's face was almost as red as her ass and streams of tears
and sweat were obvious. She was enduring this all-quite well I noticed. She
might be more of a painslut than I had originally believed.

"You handle pain like you enjoy it sweetheart," I said matter-of-factly. "I
think you deserve a reward."

Karen looked at me incredulously not sure what my idea of a reward meant
something she would actually enjoy or not. Then here eyes widened in
surprise and shock as I started to pump the inflating bulb to her plug.
Having never experienced anything like this before, she was unprepared for
the sudden sensation of fullness that suddenly overcame her. I continued
pumping and watched the expressions on her face change from surprise, to
concern, to pain. Finally she left out a pained grunt as if to say that she
was near her limits. I stopped pumping when I saw that expression; there
would be other occasions to press her limit on this.
Then I strode back behind her and turned the plug's internal vibrator on
high. As I searched my purse for the controller to the vibrating panties I
heard her moans go from ones of pain to one's of enjoyment as the vibrations
from the expanded plug sent ripples of sensation through her whole body. I
found that controller to her panties and turned those on high as well. All
other noise in the room was drowned out by the droning of the two vibrators:
one in her ass and one on her clit.

"Now then, where were we," I said as I again gathered my belt and drew it
back to resume punishing her blackened ass. Again I started my punishment of
her ass, but this time I knew that the sensations that she was feeling would
be quite different. Her sexual organs were already being intensely
stimulated by the vibrators, but now the large inflated plug was
transferring the kinetic energy of my belt slapping her ass into an
additional ripple of stimulation. I could tell by the sounds Karen was
making that my spanking actually began to feel quite good. After a couple of
minutes of continued spanking, I could tell that Karen was nearing an
orgasm.

Karen was still trying hard to be quiet, but the intense sensations that
were playing through her began to get the better of her. What started as
soft whimpers became increasingly coarse and increasingly loud moans with
each continued harsh slap on her tender ass. I knew she was close to
embarrassing herself with an incredibly loud moan, so I started to lay into
her with more intensity.

And, at long last, Karen climaxed. The sensations of intense pleasure and
pain playing through her proved to intense to contain and she let out a
pained yet joyous yell as I spun and laid into her with my belt right as she
started to go over the edge. I began smacking her ass using my belt with a
rapid fanning motion as she came so as to keep her coming and moaning like a
whore for as long as possible.
As much as I had enjoyed making Karen come for me in different and
humiliating ways that morning, I began to mildly resent the fact that she
was getting to have all the fun. So after her antics were over I thought I
would indulge myself in one more advantage of Karen's compromised position-
with her hands cuffed behind her back and draped over a chair back she was
really in no position to try to get up or move at all.

I turned off the vibrators, turned her chair around (I loved having total
control of where she was facing), brought up another chair and sat down in
front of her. I then spread my legs, hiked up my skirt, lifted up her head
(which had no support otherwise), and dropped it between my thighs. Within
moments Karen diligently was eating my pussy like the little dyke slut I had
transformed her into. Having worked my hard all morning dominating her, I
decided to take this opportunity to relax: I hooked my legs around the arms
of her chair; leaned my head back; closed my eyes; and drifted off to my
private little moment of bliss listening to Karen's greedy sucking, licking
and slurping of my clit and pussy. I couldn't imagine a more perfect
morning.

 (c) 2001 Copyright. All rights reserved. By Deborah the Cowgirl.

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