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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 01
Date: Wed,  6 Mar 2002 20:10:11 -0500
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Greetings, from the sordid data banks of Mister 
<Z> Hisself.  The following story is, as always, 
my property.  Read it.  Enjoy it.  Pass it 
around (if you feel the need).  But please DO 
NOT change the text.  It took me long enough to 
get it to this stage, and changing it will only 
tend to tick me off.

Also, as you're reading it, please.try to keep 
you're hands out of you're pants (or panties, 
should that apply).  Of course, you won't be 
able to, but at least try.  I dare you.

If you feel the urge to comment on the story, 
feel free to do so by sending your comments to 
leazott@earthlink.net and let me hear what you 
have to say.

All comments are welcome.naturally.

Ok then.  Here we go.  One More Time.

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Chapter 1 - Debi

It happens to the best of us.  The daily groan 
and grind.  Over and over, the same old 
monotonous stuff on an equally same old 
monotonous day.  As fate would have it I grew 
bored with my stagnant day-to-day life and made 
a conscious resolve to change things, at least 
for a short time.

Out of nowhere, I decided I needed a woman with 
whom I could be in complete control (or vice-
versa, depending on the mood).  I had never done 
any of the dominant or submissive roles before, 
to any great extent, but I had spent some time 
around folks who had.  So I figured, what the 
hell, give it a try.

I decided to take a break, and took some of my 
saved up vacation time.  What the hell else was 
I going to use it for, if not for kicking back?  
I made a phone call to my sister up north, and 
after exchanging a short greeting, I told her I 
would love to come out that way and maybe visit 
for a spell.  She said sure, and asked me whom I 
was bringing along.  Here's how that part of our 
conversation went:

Me:  I have no one important enough to bring.  I 
was hoping, perhaps, you might be able to set me 
up with someone...um...special.  (She knew me 
well enough and knew, basically, what I was 
looking for.)

Sis:  What, specifically, did you have in 
mind...as if I didn't already know?

Me:  Your usual.  Attractive blonde.  Blue eyes.  
5' 2", or so.  Ready, willing and able.  I'm 
looking for only one thing - just to set the 
record straight.

Sis:  I understand completely.  Listen this 
might be your lucky day.  Hold on a sec.  (I 
heard some chatting and giggling in the 
background, and I could have sworn I heard my 
sister ask someone if they wanted to get laid).  
I have someone here with me that I think you 
should speak with.

Me:  Who is it?

Sis:  Her name is Debi, with an 'i'.  Hold a 
sec.  (more giggling)

Debi:  Hi!

Me:  Hi!  When are you going to take me home and 
rape me?  (I still can't believe I said that!  I 
stole the line from the movie "Urban Cowboy", 
and I figured what the hell!)

Debi:  (giggling) When are you coming out?

Me:  Tomorrow.

Debi:  (In a very sultry voice) I'll see you 
then.

Me:  Great!

Sis:  That about do it for ya?  (more giggling)

Me:  Depends!  Is it what I asked for?

Sis:  ...and more, perhaps more than you can 
handle.  Have I ever lied to you?

Me:  Nope.  See you tomorrow.

I booked a ticket and flew out the next day.  
Sis met me at the airport and drove me to her 
place, all the while telling me great things 
about Debi.  When we arrived, there were a 
number of her friends there, toking on a few 
joints.  I joined in (peer pressure...you know 
the drill).

After about half an hour, I heard some familiar 
giggling, and looked up just in time to see an 
exquisite blue-eyed babe peeking around the 
doorframe, and she smiled.  I found out later 
that she was sizing me up, but I never gave her 
a moment to think about what she saw.

Passing the joint back to the nearest person, I 
got up, took her by the hand, and led her out 
the back door.  Without saying another word, I 
pulled her to me and planted a juicy kiss smack 
dab on her pretty, tender, red lips.  She 
surprised me by putting her arms around my neck, 
kissing me with a passion I had not felt in a 
long time.  Breathlessly, we broke away and she 
said, "You don't waste any time, do you?"
 
While still pressing her good-looking body 
tightly to my own, I said: "Who's got time to 
waste?  You didn't exactly pull away from me you 
know.  Besides, you look good enough to eat.

"To my everlasting delight, you showed up today, 
and you look as though you may need someone to 
take complete and absolute control of your life, 
if only for a little while."

Her reply amazed me, since I had never been so 
brazen before.  She smiled and said: "I've never 
had anyone read my mind like that."  The look in 
her eyes said it all.  There was nothing else to 
do or say.  Debi was everything I imagined she 
would be.

She was very good looking.  Attractive enough to 
make your teeth ache.  Nicely formed and ready 
to play, as witnessed by the way she was pushing 
her crotch forward, pressing tightly against my 
own.  We set up a time to meet, and I listed a 
few things she was to do to prepare for me.  And 
from that moment to this, she let me take 
control.

Knowing the local area quite well, I decided on 
a plan.  Looking directly into her crystal blue 
eyes, I told her "Go to the Mall.  Go to 
Victoria's Secret.  Purchase three sets of 
underclothes - bra, panties and garter belt.  
Get the sets in three different colors, light 
pink, white, and powder blue.  Do you understand 
what I want?"  She said "Yes, but I don't really 
work, so the money..."

I cut her off by saying; "I didn't ask you if 
you had money, did I?"

"No", she said, and looked down away from my 
gaze, embarrassed.  I released my hold on her, 
opened my wallet, and handed her $200.00.

I said, "Purchase the items, and they had better 
be the correct size - I'll personally be 
checking the fit.  You will wear the pink items 
with you under your clothes, out of the store.  
Do you understand what I want?"

"Yes." was her only answer.

"Go do it." I said firmly, and I added "I'll 
meet you at your place in exactly 2 hours.  
Don't be late."

She smiled, kissed me firmly once again, and 
left immediately.  I figured the worst that 
could have happened is that I would never see 
her or the money again.

I asked my sister if I could borrow her extra 
car for the time I was here, but she was tossing 
the keys to me as I spoke the words.  All she 
said was "Happy trails!"  I really love my 
sister.  What a gal!

Now, Debi didn't know it, but I followed her to 
the mall.  She went inside and I followed from a 
safe distance.  I couldn't believe it!  She was 
actually going into Victoria's Secret and buying 
the items!  I saw her through the store window 
as she was asking the clerk some questions.

She entered the dressing room, apparently to try 
on the items to make sure they were her size, 
and came back out to make the purchase at the 
counter.  However, I noticed that she had all 3 
sets of underclothes at the counter, and when 
the clerk rang them up, they were all placed 
into the bag, and Debi left the store.

What a surprise she had when she came out and 
saw me standing there at the door looking stern.  
Before she could utter a word, I asked her if 
she had done what I told her to do.  She said 
she had and I asked her if she was sure.  She 
replied that she had.

"Follow me." I said, and led her by the arm into 
a long hallway off the main mall floor.  It was 
currently deserted.  Blocking the path in front 
of her so that nobody in the mall could see her, 
I turned, looked directly into her eyes, and 
said "Lift up your skirt."

She looked at me as though I had slapped her in 
the face, but quickly began to smile at me as if 
I was joking.  My look said it all, and she 
replied, "Here?  Right now?"

I assured her that nobody could see her, and 
warned her never to question my judgment again.  
After sneaking a peek to check if anyone was 
around, even after I had told her to trust me 
(in a round about way), she grinned and reached 
down to the hem of her short skirt.

She pulled the front of her skirt up to her 
waist, and I could see that she had on a 
stunning pair of very pretty black-lace French-
cut panties that fit her V quite snugly.  They 
were mouth-watering.

Without looking back up at her face, I said, 
"Show me what you have in the bag."  She dropped 
her skirt back down and opened the bag.  All 
three sets of newly purchased underwear were in 
the bag.

I pointedly asked her what she was wearing under 
her clothes.  She thought about it for a moment, 
and it hit her.  She had not followed my 
instructions.  She forgot to wear the pink 
undies.

She knew then that she had not done as I had 
asked, and I told her to follow me to my car.  
She did, silently.  When we got there, I opened 
up the back door and told her that she was to be 
punished for three reasons.  First, for not 
doing what I had asked of her, second, for lying 
to me, and third, for not trusting me.

She smiled coyly and asked me what her 
punishment was going to be.  I told her she was 
to receive a spanking in the back seat, here and 
now.  For the rest of my life, I will always 
remember the look on her face when she heard me 
say that.

She said, wide-eyed, "You're going to give me a 
spanking in the back seat of your car in the 
middle of the parking lot with people walking 
by?"

I replied, "Of course!  Did you actually expect 
anything less?"  I never gave her a chance to 
answer.

I pulled her 5' 2" firm body into the car, bent 
her over my legs, and began pulling up her 
skirt.  She was startled, and asked me not to 
undress her in public.

I told her to be silent, pushed her head down 
with my left arm, locked her legs together 
between my own legs, pulled up the back of her 
skirt with my right hand and ripped away her 
black-lace panties with a single firm yank.  
I've always wanted to do that.

What a beautifully stunning sight I beheld in 
the back seat of my car.  She had the firmest, 
shapeliest and prettiest ass I had ever seen.  I 
felt her bare ass to let her know that it was 
really naked and out in the fresh air, as pretty 
as any ever had been, and before I could stop 
myself, I began to spank her soundly.

She struggled and tried to scream but I stopped 
and told her not to utter a sound until I was 
done, or I would have to start over again.  She 
knew I wasn't joking.  She was told to accept 
her punishment without quarrel, or I would 
simply leave and go back home.  She apparently 
had no argument for that, so I continued 
spanking her pretty pink bottom.

Before I was through with her devilishly 
exciting spanking (at least, to me it was), she 
had promised never again to lie to me, and to do 
everything I asked of her, regardless of the 
demand.

Thus, after about ten very firm slaps of her 
pretty ass cheeks, she agreed to everything, and 
I ended her first punishment.  I know for a fact 
that at least 4 people saw the entire incident, 
and two of them were young men.  Did they ever 
get a good show!

I couldn't believe her ass could look better, 
but after the spanking (I'm certain that she had 
never had one like that before), her firm cheeks 
were the prettiest pink, and very warm to my 
touch.  After the spanking in the car, I stood 
her back up, and told her that she had to go 
back into the mall.

I told her that she was to go into the same 
store, pantyless, and tell the clerk that she, 
"Didn't do as she was told."

S also had to say "I need to go back into the 
dressing room, and put on one of my new sexy 
outfits for my Master."  Her face immediately 
turned beet-red, and she asked me not to have 
her do that.

Sternly, I asked her if she wanted another 
spanking, and she said "No, please no, but what 
you ask is embarrassing."

I replied,  "More embarrassing than getting a 
spanking in public?"  Then I pointed to the two 
young men still watching us.  She had not seen 
them looking until I pointed them out to her.

Her face turned an even darker shade of red 
(she's a fair-skinned blonde so you might 
imagine her appearance), and the two guys 
chuckled as I waved them away.  They applauded 
and left, smiling.

She looked up and a new look came over her face, 
as if to say, "All right smarty pants.  Let's 
see how far we can go with this.  Let's just see 
who has the nerve to carry out this thing to its 
limit!"  She stood up, pulled her skirt back 
down to hide her nakedness, walked into the 
mall, and reentered the store.

I followed her right up to the counter, smiling.  
She wasn't planning on that part.  She 
hesitated, not knowing how to broach the subject 
to the clerk behind the counter.

I looked at her, waiting for her to follow my 
rules.  To my surprise, she did exactly as she 
was told to do, and the clerk simply smiled and 
said "Don't worry about it honey, I get that all 
the time!"

What a thrill!  I interrupted them and told Debi 
to go stand by the dressing rooms and to wait 
there.  I began flirting with the clerk while 
Debi looked on.

After a short but fact-filled conversation, I 
found out that it seems that this person 
sometimes got involved on a personal level 
within the fitting rooms, so I got a wicked 
idea.

I walked over to where Debi was standing, 
whispered something in her ear, and I swear she 
almost collapsed under shaking knees.  After she 
composed herself a bit, she glanced back and 
forth between the clerk and me, and she again 
got that "I accept your challenge" look on her 
face.

Without hesitation, she walked up to the clerk.  
(Now, the clerk was about 5' 6", long, straight 
brown hair, breasts as full as grapefruit, and 
she was showing a LOT of cleavage and thigh.)  
Debi said, "Mistress, would you be so kind as to 
help me try on my new pretty panties?"  Without 
hesitation, the clerk stated, "I most certainly 
will, dear.  How could I refuse someone as 
lovely as you?"

Debi blushed a deep red, and I told her to go 
into the dressing room and wait for the clerk.  
After she was gone, I asked the clerk a few more 
questions.  Without letting me finish, she told 
me that she was bi-sexual and wanted to know if 
she could get 'personal' with Debi.  I smiled 
and said "Feel free to help yourself, and tell 
Debi that I said to 'Behave'."

She smiled a beautiful toothy smile and went 
into the dressing room after making sure another 
clerk was watching the counter.  I swear they 
were in there for a full 20 minutes before the 
clerk returned and told me that Debi was 
'ready'.  I knew from the clerk's smile that she 
had had a good time.

Debi, on the other hand, came out of the 
dressing room a minute or two later; pale as a 
sheet, but she had a strange smile on her face 
and a twinkle in her eye when she looked at me.

We left the mall, got back to her car, and she 
got in the driver's seat.  Climbing into the 
passenger side of her car, and closing the door, 
I leaned over to her kissed her sexy lips 
firmly.  I distinctly smelled the scent of woman 
on her face.  Ignoring the obvious, I smiled and 
said "Now, let me see what you look like in your 
new clothes."

She said "Here?  In the parking lot?"

I said, "Of course!  Nobody will see you if you 
scoot down a bit.  Now stop questioning me, take 
off those ugly clothes, and let me see what I 
bought!"

She looked around (wrong move, but I let it go), 
slid down below eye level, and removed 
everything except the new undies she had 
purchased at the store.  There she sat in bra, 
panties and garter belt only.  Magnificent!  She 
was braver than I had could have hoped.

I told her that when we got together that 
evening I would tell her how she looked.  Then, 
without any further discussion, I took all the 
clothes she had removed, got out of the car and 
closed the door.

She was shocked!  I leaned in the window, told 
her to drive home safely, and walked over to my 
car.  I left her sitting in her car with that 
wonderful look on her face.  Then I drove out of 
the parking lot and headed off to her place.

I arrived at her address smiling devilishly to 
myself all the way.  Parking across the street, 
I tossed Debi's clothes into the back seat and 
waited to see how long it would take her to get 
here.  It didn't take long.  Shortly after I 
arrived, she pulled into her driveway, all 
scrunched down in the front seat.

Luckily, her parking spot was close to her front 
door.  The neighbors would still have a clear 
view of her, but they would have to be looking 
in her direction at just the right time to catch 
a glimpse.

She hadn't seen me drive up or park, so I 
watched from a convenient spot.  It appeared 
that she was pondering her situation, trying to 
come up with a solution to her dilemma.  After a 
few minutes, she made her break.

She opened the car door, jumped out, and made a 
mad dash to the front door of the house.  She 
made the trip in record time, no doubt.  It was 
cute, seeing her in her new underwear, trying to 
be invisible.

I waited in the parking lot for about 10 more 
minutes, then headed to her front door.  I 
quietly tried the doorknob and found that the 
door was unlocked.  Without waiting or knocking 
I slowly opened the door, stuck my head in, and 
found nobody in the living room.  I quickly 
walked in and closed the front door as quietly 
as I had opened it.

She wasn't in the living room or anywhere in 
sight, and she must not have heard me come in, 
for when I finally made my way through the 
house, all the way to the back, I found her.  
She was in her bedroom, lying on her bed, 
completely involved in a vigorous masturbation 
episode.  Man!  She was absolutely getting it 
on.

She still had on her new undies, and apparently 
the erotic stimulation of her recent experience 
was too much for her to handle.  As I watched 
from the shadows of the hallway and bedroom 
door, she seemed insatiable, legs splayed wide 
apart, hands stuffed down the front of her 
panties, her long fingers attacking her soaking 
pussy without mercy.

Her eyes were tightly closed with absolute 
concentration on what she was doing to herself.  
She was breathing heavily, hips bucking up to 
meet her finger thrusts coming down with 
reckless abandon as her fingers attacked what I 
would assume was her throbbing clit.  The way 
she was frigging her slit, you would have 
thought her cunt on fire.

It probably was.

As I stood there silently watching her voracious 
finger fucking, my cock grew and hardened inside 
my pants.  Never had I ever witnessed an episode 
of self-gratification such as hers.  It was 
absolutely marvelous to watch!

However, my own heat was turned up, and I knew 
it was my cue to get involved.  Silently, I 
backed up into the hallway, stripped off my 
clothes, and then peeked in on her again.

She was now using what I came to know as her 
`Toy Friend'.  It was an eight-inch, thick-
veined, battery operated rubber dildo - turned 
up high, and she was pushing it all the way into 
her cunt and pulling it out again, over and 
over, relentlessly.  She was getting all the 
satisfaction she could take for herself.

Her talented hands fucked her own pussy for a 
few minutes more when she then began to tremble, 
and a blind man could tell she was cumming in 
great pulses of pure ecstasy.  She shuddered and 
moaned for a long time and, still breathing 
heavily, fell over onto her side shaking 
silently in her orgasm.

With the dildo still shoved all the way deep 
inside her pussy lips, she squeezed her gorgeous 
thighs together, thus holding her vibrating 
rubber cock tightly inside her while she 
finished cumming.  This scene stimulated me 
greatly, and I saw my chance to pounce when she 
rolled over away from me, and she started 
shaking in yet another orgasm brought on by the 
vibrations of her toy.

On the spur of the moment, I grabbed my one good 
opportunity to jump in.  And jump, I did.  I 
leaped into the room and onto the bed behind and 
on top of her.  She never saw me coming.

I pushed her over away from me and onto her 
stomach, and covered her head and face with part 
of the blanket on the bed.  She was so shocked 
she started to wrestle about, trying to get out 
of the situation.  The difference in her size 
and mine was too much for her to handle, and she 
finally succumbed to my strength.  She was 
shaking like a leaf.  Scared to death.

I knew that she still had her cunt full of that 
vibrating dildo, so I just waited there on top 
of her for about a minute, listening to it 
vibrate inside of her.  Neither she nor I had 
uttered a word up to that point.

I beheld her still-pink ass cheeks and she knew 
she was in trouble when I began feeling up the 
rear parts of her body that were uncovered.  She 
struggled a bit and started begging me to let 
her go, asking who I was.

Using a voice I hoped she wouldn't recognize, I 
whispered through the sheet, into her ear "If 
you're quiet and don't move, it will all be over 
before you know it.  If you cry out or make a 
scene, the same thing goes...it'll be over 
before you know it."

She didn't know if she was about to get raped or 
killed, but the sound of my ominous voice made 
her freeze in place.  Her body shuddered deeply, 
and I thought I heard her weeping, but I wasn't 
sure.

Then it struck me.  I was holding her face down 
on her bed, with my raging hard cock lying 
between the cheeks of her ass, and I could feel 
that damned dildo shaking inside of her.  She 
still had her dildo on high, stuffed completely 
up inside her cunt, and I could feel it 
vibrating inside her.

I bent over again and whispered in her ear, "It 
seems to me that any woman who looks like you, 
wandering around outside in her panties and bra, 
is advertising for a fuck.  Well, I just happen 
to have an extra one, and I'm going to give it 
to you for safekeeping.  But, it looks like you 
already have a friend deep inside your pretty 
pussy, so I'll just have to contend myself with 
fucking your asshole...and I bet it's a real 
tight one!"

Now I had been holding her down easy, because I 
was straddling her upper thighs from the back.  
I tightened my legs together so that she 
couldn't move, and before I knew it, her 
adrenaline pulsed and she started struggling 
even more.

However, in the process of her struggles, my 
cock slipped down deeper into the crack of her 
ass and started pressing hard on her secret rear 
place.  Suddenly, she froze in horror.  We both 
knew what was going to happen.  There was no 
guesswork there.

Once again her struggles renewed, but each time 
she moved, the worse it got for her.  I figured 
that now was as good a time as any, so I pressed 
harder and harder against her rear hole, all the 
while pressing my weight on top of her so that 
she couldn't move away from the invading cock 
between her cheeks.

I felt the vibrating dildo inside her pussy, and 
that just made my cock get harder.  I felt her 
tension rising up, but no matter how much she 
squeezed her cheeks together, her ass muscles 
just couldn't hold back the head of my 
tremendous hard-on.

I felt the head pop quickly into her asshole and 
she grunted in surprise and shock of my forced 
rear entry.  Once the big head of my cock was 
safely inside her, I paused and waited for her 
to relax.  It took her quite a while to ease her 
tension, and she was now sobbing quietly to 
herself.

I wondered why she didn't scream out for help, 
but the rest of this story will explain that.  
It didn't matter how long it took her, there was 
simply no way to ebb the flow of blood to my 
cock, and I was about to get my first piece of 
ass with Debi.  I was bound and determined it 
would not hurt her, physically.  However, her 
mental condition was it turmoil, to say the 
least.

After what seemed like five minutes of waiting, 
her ass muscles gave a little and my cock slid 
in another inch.  We did this several times over 
the next twenty minutes or so, and finally I had 
my fully erect nine inches embedded deep within 
her small, hot, throbbing bunghole.

She struggled and begged me not to do it 
anymore, and even offered to pay me money to 
stop, but I simply kept pushing until I was 
forced all the way inside her ass.

My cock was now pressed up against the length of 
her dildo with only a thin barrier separating 
them.  My balls felt the vibrations and I was 
now on fire.  It was a very sensuous feeling to 
me, but I'm certain Debi wasn't thinking the 
same thoughts.

After another few moments of waiting to be sure 
she wasn't hurting, I began a single long slow 
stroke out and back into her tight asshole.  She 
immediately clenched her ass cheeks together, 
but all that did was make my sensations that 
much greater.  She had a wonderfully tight 
little ass, and I can personally assure you that 
it was the first time for her.  After a few 
moments, I gave her another full out and in 
stroke.

This time she just seemed to want me to get it 
over with, for she just exhaled, fell forward 
under me, relaxed and allowed me full access to 
do what I was going to do, regardless of what 
her actions were.

My strokes grew faster and faster, until I was 
fucking her ass for all it was worth.  The 
thrill of the actual 'rape' made the entire 
episode great, and although I would never have 
considered doing that under any other 
circumstances, somehow I had the feeling that 
this would turn out fine.

I knew that I wouldn't last very long, as tight 
as she was, but to my surprise she began to 
loosen up a bit more and fucking her got easier.  
I lasted longer without her struggling.  But her 
relaxation only spurred me on to even greater 
depths and harder strokes.

What with the velvety smoothness of her asshole 
and the torrid heat inside her ass, coupled with 
the sensations of that damned vibrating dildo 
rubbing up against my cock on each and every 
stroke, I soon felt that most wonderful 
sensation welling up inside of me.  In no time I 
began to unload a gallon of cum between her 
cheeks!

She must have felt me starting to cum inside 
her, because I could have sworn she lifted her 
ass up against me and I felt an orgasmic shudder 
from her.  But, of course, I couldn't be sure.

As soon as my spasms were through, I bent down 
and whispered in her ear, "If that was as good 
for you as it was for me, I'd know you'd love me 
to fuck your ass again...and I just might have 
another go at it...someday.

"For now though, I'm going to pull my dick out 
of your ass, get up, put on my clothes, and 
leave quietly.  If you try to uncover yourself, 
call out for anyone, or tell anyone what 
happened, you will pay dearly.  Now, you are not 
to uncover your face until you hear the door to 
your house close, you got that, honey?"

She was shaking again, and through a soft sob, 
replied with a nod of her head and a meek "Uh 
huh." into the pillow.  I slowly pulled out of 
her still tight ass, climbed off her, walked 
backward to the door of her bedroom and quickly 
got back into my clothes.

I opened the front door, left...and didn't close 
it tight.  This gave me a chance to get away 
without being seen, for she would be waiting for 
the door to close before she dared to get up.

I walked swiftly to my car, drove to a local 
corner store, and called Debi on the phone.  The 
phone rang several times before she finally 
answered it.  I was a little concerned when Debi 
didn't answer the phone right away, but after a 
few rings she picked up with a subdued "Hello?"

I said, "Hello there...did you get home safely?"

She surprised me by giggling and stating "Yes, I 
did, and that was a mean thing to do to me, 
leaving me there in the parking lot in my 
underwear."

"Mean?" I asked.  "Are you telling me it didn't 
give you a thrill?"

"Well, of course it did", she said, and added, 
"I just wasn't expecting it, is all.  There were 
a lot of things that happened to me today that I 
didn't expect.  You made me do some pretty kinky 
things there at the mall."

"Are you ready for a little more...or can't you 
handle the pressure?" I asked.

She said, "Well, I guess I can handle pretty 
much anything, now that I know where we stand."

"Great!  Have you ever been anyone's sex slave?"

"Well, that depends on what you mean by a sex 
slave." she replied.

"A slave does what she or he is told to do, when 
they are told to do it, with no questions asked.  
I promise not to give too much pain, as I'm not 
really into such things, but more spankings are 
definitely in order should you disobey me."

"Hmmm, this is sounding better and better all 
the time."

"OK, I'll be right over.  Ready to start as soon 
as I get there?"

"Yes, please.  I could use the company."

"Grand.  Here's what you must do to prepare for 
me..." I gave her a list of things to do, and 
how to get ready for my arrival.  I didn't give 
her much time to write down the instructions, as 
I figured I would see how good she was at 
listening.

Before she had a chance to respond to all my 
wishes, I told her I would be over in exactly 
one hour, and hung up the phone.  After all, I 
had to take a shower.

After cleaning up and putting on fresh clothes, 
I headed back over to Debi's place.  I knocked 
on the door.   Now I would see how much 
information she had remembered, and how she 
would perform.

The door opened and there before me, naked as 
the day she was born, stood an extremely 
attractive woman.  This was the very first 
chance I had had to see her naked vertical form 
in a good light.  Debi was exceptionally well 
formed.  Please allow me the satisfaction of 
describing her in as much detail as I can.

Medium (lower-shoulder-blade) length blonde 
hair.  Medium-fine to the touch, not thick and 
heavy, with but a slight under-curl at the 
bottom.  Draped as it was, covering the tops of 
her shoulders, it framed a beautiful face and 
neck.  A slight curl inward at the tips was the 
only modification she ever did to spruce it up.  
That was all it needed...no more, no less.

Perfect crystal blue (almost clear) eyes that 
accentuated both her lightly tanned face and 
silky blonde hair.  No other eye color would 
have been a more perfect match.  Soft, milky 
white skin with only a hint of tan graced her 
entire 5' 2" slim, pert body.  Nowhere, as I 
gazed at her nakedness, could I see a single 
mar, scar, or blemish.  No tan lines.  No 
splotches.  No blotches.  No moles.  Perfectly 
curved features.

Nothing to break up the perfection of her taught 
skin except several barely (you really had to 
look close...and I did) noticeable freckles just 
on the upper mounds of each of her breasts, 
slightly above her nipples.

Curious.  Once I noticed those few freckles, it 
was as if they were exactly duplicated, but 
opposite, on each breast.  To this day, I wonder 
at them.  Mirror images of each other.  Amazing.

Those breasts.  She sported breasts that were 
large for her petite size, and I soon discovered 
that they were deliciously firm and perfectly 
filled a size 34 C-cup.  Imagine milky white 
breasts her size, fixed with perfectly round 1 
1/2" dark pink (not red or brown) aureoles, 
centered with the most beautiful 1/2" long 
nipples I had ever seen.  Those nipples were 
perpetually hard and pointed out with a very 
slight upturn.  There was absolutely zero sag in 
her breasts.

She was 23 years old and her breasts had not yet 
begun to sag.  She later told me that she had 
always kept them firmly braced in position, much 
to my glee.

Her small, flat belly was slightly oval-formed 
with an "innie" navel.  She was thin, but on a 
petite level, not model thin.  I could just 
barely make out her rib cage.  Her waist, hips 
and thighs were firm, tight, and muscular, as 
well as her small round ass (this I had found 
out by experience).

The rest of her feminine proportions fit her 
height and weight with not a trace of fat.  In 
the entire time I knew her, I never could locate 
any fat on her body.  Trust me.  I searched her 
from head to foot, stem to stern.  Follicle to 
cuticle.

She was shipshape and ready to sail, and I had 
just the mast picked out to mount in her hull.


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