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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 2
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Date: Fri,  3 Jun 2005 17:10:04 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Chapter 2 - Signing the Contract

At eight thirty the next morning Richard watched from
his parent's bedroom window as Mr. and Mrs. Sheen said
goodbye to Janet before they drove off to work.  Last
night he'd checked her diary entry so he knew she was
planning to spend the day at home by herself, watching
TV and working on her tan.  Gathering the evidence he
needed for part one of his plan he headed downstairs
and over to Janet's place.

As he raised his finger to the doorbell he realised
his hand was trembling which wasn't surprising given
the way his stomach was feeling.  There was a moment
of hesitation as fear almost overpowered him but then
he pressed the buzzer, committing himself.  As he
waited he kept rehearsing what he wanted to say, but
when she finally opened the door, his mind went blank
and all he could do was stare.

"Oh, hi.  What'd you want?"

"Ummm, I, ummm ..."  

He hadn't been this close to her since the party and
he'd almost forgotten how totally beautiful she was. 
She not only looked beautiful she also smelt
beautiful, amazingly fresh, like she'd just had a
shower.  She had on an old loose T-shirt, a pair of
baggy faded shorts and was barefoot.  The way the twin
points of her nipples poked out at him he was sure she
didn't have a bra on and it took all his strength to
stop himself openly staring at her tits.  

"I said what do you want.  Hello, anyone home?"

"Oh, yes, sorry.  Um, I just need to talk to you for a
couple of minutes."

"What?  What about?  Like I'm kind of busy Richard."

It was still happening, she was still treating him
like shit.  Pretending to be busy when he knew she
wasn't, when he knew she had nothing planned for the
day.  Well not for long, he'd make sure of that.  He
could feel his resolve and his anger building, driving
away the nerves and fear.

"About these exam papers and a couple of other
things."

"What?"

Taking a big breath and looking her straight in the
eye he held out the copies of her and Marcia's emails
along with copies of the exam papers.

"The exam papers that you and Marcia stole."

Frozen in place she stared at him in shock as her
world turned upside down.  Slowly her eyes dropped to
the papers he was holding before she reached out and
snatched them from him.  She started rifling through
them barely reading each page as she recognised the
emails she and Marcia had sent back and forth. 
Finally she looked up at him again, trying to put it
together, to work out what was happening, why he had
the papers.

"Where did you ... how did you .. oh shit ... Richard
where'd you get these."

"Umm, well I kinda hacked into Marcia's computer and,
well you know."

"So, like I don't get it.  What do you want?"

Suddenly it dawned on her what he wanted.  He wanted
in when school started again.  She'd have to make sure
that he hadn't told anyone else and make him swear not
to spread it around.  Hopefully Marcia wouldn't be too
pissed off.

"You want copies.  Next term.  Okay.  Like I'd have to
talk to Marcia but, yeah, sure.  I mean if she's
across it, you know."

"No, no, I don't want that.  No way."

"You don't ... I don't get it.  What then?"

"Well, you know.  You.  I thought that if we could,
you know go out and then, you know ... do it.  Then
that'd be it."

Watching her eyes and face as she slowly comprehended
what he really wanted was fantastic.  

"It?  You mean sex?  With you?  You want me to have
sex with you?"

He just nodded at her, keeping his look as blank as he
could.

"You little shit.  You disgusting little shit.  How
dare you!  I can't believe that I used to like you. 
You're fucked.  I wouldn't have sex with you if you
were the last person in the world.   I wouldn't even
let you touch me you jerk.  How fucking dare you.  How
fucking dare you think you can do something like
this."

Now he knew he would need all his acting skills. 
Dropping his eyes, he let his shoulders slump, trying
to make himself look like he was feeling really awful
for what he'd just done.

"Oh shit.  I'm sorry.  I just thought.  You're right,
I'm a shit.  I should have known you wouldn't have sex
with me.  I'm sorry."

By now he was backing away.

"Please don't tell anyone about this.  If you don't
then I won't tell about the cheating.  Okay.  Please
Janet."

"Okay.  And you'd better not or I'll tell everyone
what a shit you can be."

"I won't.  And I'll give you the rest of the stuff I
printed off if you promise not to tell.  I'll have to
get it together so if you come over in half an hour
I'll have it for you."

Not waiting for a reply he turned and half ran across
the lawn and through the gate to his place.  Now it
was up to her and he was ninety percent certain she'd
come over to his house.  When she did then he knew he
had her and if she didn't, then at the very least he'd
get back at her by actually reporting her for
cheating.  

As she watched Richard head to his house Janet started
shaking and the emails fell from her hands, fluttering
to the floor.  For a second she stared at them before
slamming the door shut and leaning up against it,
hugging herself as she tried to calm down.  Eventually
the shakes stopped and she was able to think clearly
again.  Gathering the emails she headed to her room. 
First thing she had to do was delete all copies on her
computer and also clear her ICQ history. 
Unfortunately there wasn't anyone she could call to
talk this through with or better still get to come
around to support her when she went over to Richard's
so she'd just have to do it herself.  

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
 How dare he, how dare that little shit even think
that she'd have sex with him.  When she saw him she'd
really let him have it.  Looking over at her bedside
clock she realised that it was almost thirty minutes,
time to go and get the rest of the emails he'd stolen.
 She was about to leave when she realised that she'd
feel even tougher with him if she wore something a bit
better than the T-shirt and shorts she had on.  Soon
she was dressed, feeling her normal, in-command self. 
Slip on sandals, short skirt and one of her fav
designer T-shirts.

As she walked over to his house she could feel her
power rising.  She'd show him, really rip into him. 
Reaching his front door, she practically broke it down
as she knocked.  When there was no answer after a
couple of seconds, she knocked again, not stopping
till he opened it.  Brushing past him she stormed into
the house and turned to face him.

"How fucking dare you.  How fucking dare you think you
could do this to me you little shit.  I wouldn't even
let you touch me so I'm sure not going to have sex
with you.  Ever.  So give me that stuff and never,
ever talk to me, or even look at me again.  Because if
you do you'll be real fucking sorry!"

She stood glaring at him, one hand on her hip, the
other stretched out as she demanded the papers and
computer disks he had in his hand.

"You're right, I shouldn't have done this.  Here, I've
written a kind of confession."

Handing her the package he waited while she glanced
down and then started reading the top page.  

'Mr. Johnson,

In this package there are computer disks and printouts
which concern a fellow student Janet Sheen.  I thought
that I could use my knowledge about Janet's cheating
which I'd learnt from reading her emails and her diary
to make her have sex with me whenever I wanted.  To
make her my sex slave.

As well as proof of her cheating, the diary also has
stories about her masturbating, watching a porno
movie, getting drunk, smoking dope and what she really
thinks about the people she knows.

I realise that what I was planning is wrong and I will
face whatever penalty I am given for this.  What Janet
has done is a serious crime and the school, her school
friends, her parents and others should be told so they
can decide her punishment.

So I am presenting this evidence, including a full
copy of her private diary with this letter.  

I am also emailing a copy of her diary to our
classmates.  It is important that they know the full
details of what she has done.'

Her diary!  As she read the letter her world totally
disintegrated.  He'd read her diary.  This was the
most totally humiliating, the most devastating thing
she could ever imagine.  When she'd finished reading
she just stared at the letter, her neck and face
burning red with embarrassment, her mind blank, not
knowing what to do.  Finally he broke the silence.

"So, I'm sorry, but I have to do this.  It's the right
thing to do.  I'm not sure what they'll do to you.  I
guess they'll expel you and you'll probably have to
repeat the year because your exams will all be
disallowed.  Anyway, that's your copy."

"No, no.  Richard, you can't.  Please."

"But like I said in the letter, I have to.  It was
wrong of me to try to make you have sex with me but
what you've done is even more wrong.  And like you
said, you won't even let me touch you let alone have
sex with you.  So I'm sending this off."

Nothing mattered, only stopping him.  Anything he
wanted she'd do now.  Having sex with him was
infinitely better than letting anyone else read what
was in the diary.  She was so embarrassed, so
humiliated knowing that he'd read it that she couldn't
even look at him.  The thought that all her friend
could read it was to impossible to imagine let alone
for her to allow it to happen.

"What if I did it?  Richard?"

He was still keeping his voice down, sounding sincere
yet troubled but it was an effort to keep it like that
now.

"Did what?"

"Let you have sex with me."

"You mean you'd be my sex slave."

Fighting to keep the look of total disgust off her
face, as she started to realise that she needed to be
a lot more careful with the way she treated him, she
managed to look up at him and put on her very best
smile.

"If you promise to tell no one and give me all that
stuff then ... I guess I could have sex with you. 
Once."

He looked at her for a moment, for the first time
letting his gaze travel over her amazing body without
feeling he had to hide his interest.

"Umm, no.  It would have to be more than that. 
Really."

"Okay, twice.  You can do it twice."

"Ummm.  I don't know.  I really want to have sex with
you but ... no, I'm sorry.  I don't really think it's
worth it unless you agree to be my sex slave. 
Especially after what you said."

Turning around he picked up another package in a large
envelope.  

"Here it is.  Mail for the principal.  Sorry Janet."

As he moved to the door, she almost leapt at him,
grabbing his arm to stop him.  Any bravado was gone,
replaced by fear and desperation.  

"NO.  Please you can't.  No, it's not fair.  Richard,
please don't.  I'm sorry about what I said.  I'll make
it up to you somehow.  I'll pay you.  I've got a few
hundred dollars you can have.  What about that?  And
you can sleep with me."

"Sorry, I don't want your money.  It's not really
worth it unless ... you know, it's all.  Sorry."

Pulling his arm free he walked out the door, heading
down the path to the front gate, waiting for her to
stop him again, waiting for her to completely give in.
 By the time he was half way to the gate he realised
he'd blown it, that she wasn't giving in.  He tried to
think of something else he could do but there was
nothing and an immense feeling of disappointment
welled up in him.  He could pretend to post it, let
her suffer for a few days, or maybe he should turn
around, tell her he'd changed his mind and that if she
let him fuck her he'd give her the stuff back.  At
least that way he'd get one fuck.

The further he got from her the more her life seemed
to disappear until finally she knew there was no
choice.  She couldn't face the world with everyone
knowing what was in her diary.

"Okay ... Richard?  RICHARD."

For a second she thought he wasn't going to stop but
then he was turning back to her.  

"Yes?"

"I'll do it."

Slowly he walked back, his heart starting to pump with
the excitement.  It was going to happen.  Somehow he
hadn't really thought it would.  To have fantasies
about it were one thing but to actually have it
happening, to have the most beautiful girl he knew
saying she would be his sex slave was far beyond
anything that he thought he could really achieve. 
YES!  Although he wanted to leap in the air, to whoop
and holler, he didn't.  Control he thought, have to
keep in control, have to make sure she knows who's in
charge all the time.  Then he was standing in front of
her again.

"You'll do what?"

She glared at him.  She might have to be his 'sex
slave' but she wasn't about to say it.

"You know, I'll do what you want you little shit!"

"What I want is for you to tell me exactly what you
are going to be and to never call me a 'little shit'. 
So let's start again.  What will you do?"

She still glared at him.  There was no way she was
going to say it.  She could cope with not calling him
a little shit because she'd just think that anyway but
she couldn't say 'sex slave'.

"Look you know what I'll do so stop being stupid."

"Nope, I didn't really think you meant it.  See ya."

Turning, he headed back down the path.  This time he'd
only gone a few steps when he heard her running after
him.  Then she was standing in front of him blocking
his way.

"No, Richard, don't please.  I'm sorry.  I do mean it.
 I'll say it.  Please don't go."  She took a big
breath.  "I'll, I'll be your ... your sex slave."

For what seemed like an eternity they stared at each
other until finally she dropped her eyes, slumping her
shoulders.

"Go back inside and wait for me."

She slowly walked back, unable to stop trembling. 
He'd won and now she was going to have to do whatever
he wanted.  This morning she'd woken bored but feeling
okay and now she was about to have sex with Richard. 
Unbelievable.  Once inside the house she stopped,
unsure where to go, hoping that he wouldn't say the
bedroom.  Maybe he'll tell me it was all just a stupid
game she thought but when he spoke any hope of that
quickly disappeared.  As she heard the door close
behind her it felt as if she was being locked away.

"As my slave you will call me Master.  You will obey
me instantly, no questions, no hesitation, no matter
what I tell you.  Understand?"

"Yes."

"No, you have to say 'yes Master', okay?"

"Yes Master."

"Okay.  Now I printed out a kind of contract last
night that I think you should sign.  Just to make it
official you know.  Come on, it's in my room."

Walking past her he headed down the hall to his room. 
Over the years she'd spent lots of time in there
before she'd told him she couldn't hang out with him
anymore.  It had always been a place for fun and
games, but now it was a place of fear.  

When she got to his room he was over by his computer,
holding a piece of paper out to her.  As she took the
paper she checked out the room noting how different
from the last time she'd been in it.  He now had a
double bed and there were lots of posters of half
naked girls like Pamela Anderson on the walls.

"Read it."

i janet sheen hereby agree to be the sex slave of
Richard Marks, my Master, until such time as He shall
tire of me.  As His sex slave i will live by the
following creed and rules.

1.  i am a sex slave and nothing more. 

2.  i will not speak without my master's permission

3.  my only desire is to serve, obey and please my
Master.

4.  i worship my Master's body.

5.  i acknowledge that i am nothing more than an
object - an instrument to be used by my Master for his
pleasures. 

6.  i acknowledge that my body and mind is the
property of my Master.

7.  i will never again masturbate without my Master's
permission.

8.  i will always thank my Master for all He gives me.

9.  i will never hesitate when responding to my
Master.

10. i will maintain my punishment book which will list
all the times i upset my Master with my disobedience
and thoughtlessness.

11. i will thank my Master for the discipline and
punishments i receive from Him.

12. i will always submit to my Master.

13. i shall wear the collar my Master gives me with
pride for it signifies His ownership of me and my
devotion to Him.

14. i will never look into the eyes of my Master
without his permission.

15. my head will remain bowed and my eyes will be cast
down in the presence of my Master.

16. my rightful "place" is on my knees before my
Master.

17. i will always be ready to please my Master.

18. The opportunity to please my Master is very
important to me and i will take every chance to do so.

19. i will never reach orgasm without my Master's
permission. 

20. i will tell my Master when i need to be punished
and why.

21. i will tell my Master when i have been bad.

22. i must never show disrespect for my Master in any
way - no matter where i am - in his presence or not.

23. The needs of my Master are more important than my
own.       

24. i am allowed to suggest ways to further my
training or use of me as long as i address my Master
properly first.

25. i will always respond fully both physically and
verbally to whatever my Master does with me. 

26. i must always feel and act sexual - i am a sexual
being.

27. If my Master uses me to make love with - i will
aggressively respond.

28. i will not date others or form a relationship with
others without permission and approval from my Master.
If i should have sex with others i will have it safely
and will always tell my Master in detail the sex i
have had.

When she finished reading it she took a second before
she handed it back to him.

"You're a psycho.  I'm not fucking signing that."

"Hey, you said you'd be my slave.  This just makes it
sort of official."

"No way.  You know what Richard?  You can just get
fucked!  This whole thing is fucked.  Okay?"

She stood there glaring at him, daring him to do
anything, her fury rising up again.  Finally he turned
away, putting the paper back on his desk and she
smiled, realizing that she'd won.  All she'd needed to
do was be really strong.

"Okay.  I guess you'd better go."  He sat at his desk
and started typing.  "I'll just start sending the
emails with your diary attached."

Her focus shifted to the screen and she realised that
he had an email program up and there looked like there
were dozens on names in the address book, names she
recognised.  She just stared, horrified at the reality
of what he was planning.  He was actually going to do
it, to send her diary to everyone.  She'd die!

"No.  Richard.  NO."

He stopped typing and swung back to her, the contract
in his hand.

"You've got two choices.  Sign or don't.  I couldn't
give a shit anymore.  If you don't care if the world
knows what a cheat you are then piss off.  Otherwise
sign the fucking contract.  I'll give you five
seconds.  One, two, three, four ..."

"Okay, alright, I'll sign it."

He put it back on the desk and held out a pen.  Taking
it from him she signed down the bottom and then he
added his signature.  Carefully folding it he put it
away in the desk and then turned back to her.

"Good, now that's taken care of.  Okay, I want you to
kneel on the floor over there, facing the bed."

The bed!  She looked at him for a second, knowing she
was probably going to have to do things that were far
worse that kneeling on the floor.  Moving over to
where he'd pointed she knelt, crossing her arms
protectively over her tits, sullenly waiting for him
to start mauling her.

"Knees apart."

Glowering at him, she reluctantly inched them apart.

"Further.  Keep going till I tell you to stop."

Now she was starting to feel embarrassed as she pushed
her knees further and further apart, unable to stop
her skirt creeping up, exposing more and more of her
thighs.  It wasn't until her knees were almost two
feet apart and her skirt was almost at the top of her
thighs that he let her to stop.

"Okay, now sit back.  No, not on you heels, I want
your bum on the floor.  Your feet should be in line
with you knees.  That's right.  Now put your hands
down on your legs like this."

She looked up at him and he had his palms flat on his
thighs.  Slowly she did what he said, placing her
hands half way up her thighs, taking the opportunity
to tug her skirt down as much as she could, glad that
at least she could defy his perving a little bit.  

"Pull your shoulders back.  Come on stick your tits
out."  She hesitated, hating having to let him talk to
her like that.  "Do it I said, come on slave."

She could feel her face burning as she pulled her
shoulders back, for the first time in her life feeling
her boobs were a liability, not the asset she'd come
to consider them.

"Good, but I'll have to punish you for that later. 
Here write it down in your book."

He held the book out to her, almost daring her to
refuse to take it.  

For a second she hesitated but as far as she was
concerned the book was just another of his sicko
fantasies so she took it from him.  And it meant that
she could hunch her shoulders forward, hiding her
boobs from him again.  Stuff you, she thought!

"Write 'Refused to properly display my tits'."

Glaring at him she reluctantly opened the book and
wrote it down.

"Good, now give me the book and put your hands back
where they should be and make sure your tits are
sticking out.  Keep your head up but look down at the
floor.  Do it!  Excellent.  See you can be a good
slave girl!"

By now his blood was pounding, his cock felt like it
was going to explode and he was having trouble
breathing he was so excited.  She looked so sexy
kneeling there with her big tits sticking out, begging
to be squeezed and her skirt was so far up her
beautiful thighs he could almost see her crotch.  He
so wanted to rip her clothes off and start fucking her
on the floor, to finally find out how good it would be
to have his cock inside a cunt.  But he knew that it
would be even better, even more satisfying if she was
begging him to fuck her, if he could really make her a
slave.  So he stood behind her, taking some deep
breaths, determined to continue with his plan.

"This is your 'at ease' position.  Now put your hands
behind your back.  In the small of your back.  Keep
them open with one wrist resting on top of the other. 
Eyes on the floor, tits out.  Good."

It looked like her hands were tied up with one resting
on top of the other.  The only problem now was that
she was still clothed, but not for long.

"And this is your ready position.  Whenever I come
into a room or approach you this is the position you
will instantly assume unless I tell you otherwise. 
Understand?"

She knew that he expected her to answer but it was
really difficult to say anything to him other than
fuck off.  But she was still conscious of all the
damming information he had about her.  So she said the
words, but she made sure he knew how she felt.  He
might be able to make her do things but she'd make
sure he knew she thought he was a total arsehole.

"Yes ... master."

"You know I don't like your tone.  Way too much
attitude.  If that means you're rethinking our
arrangement, you'd better tell me.  Otherwise I'd
suggest you learn how to show me a lot more respect or
you'll be spending all your time writing down
punishments.  Now say it again, slave, with respect."

The panic well up in her again and this time she did
her best to make him believe her.

"Yes master."

"That's much better."

Moving to the bed he sat facing her.  This is it she
thought, he's going to fuck me and for a second the
tears welled up in her eyes as she realised her
virginity was about to be taken, that he was going to
rape her.

"I should explain the importance of this position.  It
says that you're body is totally available to me, that
it's mine to do with as I please and that you won't
try to stop me.  So you stay in that position till I
tell you to relax and then you can go to the 'at ease'
position or do whatever else I tell you to do.  Like
now.  Now I want you to take your top off."

She knew this had to come so it was no surprise. 
Unclasping her hands, she tugged the T-shirt out of
the waistband of her skirt and then crossing her arms
over, took each side and started pulling it off over
her head.

This wasn't going to be the first time that he'd seen
her partly naked as he'd often watched her and her
friends in their bikinis at the pool.  But this was
the first time it had happened in his room, it was the
first time he'd been in a position where he could
watch without worrying he'd be told to stop perving. 

He was transfixed as the T-shirt slowly rose up,
revealing her narrow waist, cute belly button and her
lightly tanned mid-riff.  Then it caught on the
underside of her boobs and she had to tug to get it to
clear them.  She was wearing a white bra, frilly on
top and showing the swell of her boobs and lots of the
cleavage.  Her nipples were hidden but still obvious
from the twin bumps at the front of the bra cups.  All
too soon the T-shirt was off and she was holding her
arms across her boobs, using the T-shirt to cover
them.

"Give it to me and then back to your ready position."

She reached out with the T-shirt and then reluctantly
put her hands behind her back, wishing now that she'd
worn a sports top which would have covered her boobs a
bit more.

"Oh yeah, nice tits ... real nice.  Now, take off the
skirt, give it to me and then go back to your ready
position, slave.  No, you don't need to stand, I'm
sure you'll be able to do it kneeling down."

There was a button and a zip at the back of the skirt
that she easily undid.  Then she had to push and
wriggle to get it down her legs and off as she stayed
kneeling on the ground.  It made her boobs jiggle
inside the bra and as she bent over he got a real good
look at the valley between her boobs.  Then his focus
went to between her legs where a pair of pale blue
panties covered her cunt.  They had a lacey trim, and
looked old and faded.  The most exciting thing about
them was the strands of blonde pubic hair that were
peeking out on one side. 

As she struggled to pull the skirt over her feet, her
sandals became caught up in it and were pulled off,
falling to the floor behind her.  She held out the
skirt and when he took it she resumed the position. 
Now, with her skirt off and her legs spread wide she
really felt exposed and vulnerable.  As she stared at
the floor she saw where her pubic hair was showing and
she felt her face flush as she hoped he wouldn't
notice.  Vain hope, she knew because she had no doubt
that soon he'd be demanding that she take off her
panties.

"Let's see, what next?  Bra or panties?  Bra I think. 
Time for you to show me your tits."

She brought her hands up to the catch at the back of
her bra and suddenly she was shaking, the tears
rolling down her cheeks as, through her sobs, she
begged.  She unconsciously brought her hands around,
covering her breasts and brought her knees together.

"Please Richard, please don't do this.  You can't. 
It's not right.  Please.  I can't do it.  Richard."

She looked up at him, pleading, her cheeks wet and her
big, beautiful blue eyes red from her tears.  And he
felt his cock getting even harder as he realised how
much power he really had over her.  Even if he wanted
to stop, his cock wasn't going to let him.  More than
ever he wanted to break her, wanted to humiliate her
for the way she'd treated him over the last three
years.  

He didn't say anything, just stared at her and
eventually she dropped her eyes as she managed to
control her sobbing.  Now she knew that this wasn't
going to stop, and she felt exhausted and wanted to
collapse and roll into a tiny ball.

He wasn't sure what to do next, either get her back in
position or get her to write in the punishment book. 
Probably best to do the punishment book first.

"Here.  I think you have a few things to enter.  Take
it!"

Reaching out she took the book, opening it up, holding
the pen ready to write.

"Refused to show tits to my master ... spoke to my
master without permission ... didn't show proper
respect when talking to my master ... didn't stay in
my ready position ... tried to hide my tits from
master with my arms ... Okay that probably covers it."

Because he had to wait between each punishment for her
to write it down, it was taking quite a long time and
he was getting impatient to get on with it, impatient
to actually fuck her.  But just as he was about to
take the book back from her he realised there was one
more and he knew just what the punishment would be for
it.

"I almost forgot.  Write down, tried to hide cunt from
my master."

Her hand was shaking again as she wrote the last one
down.  Cunt.  It wasn't a word she used and certainly
not one she'd ever written.  

"Give me the book.  Now get in position.   Your legs
were further apart than that weren't they.  Better. 
Come on stick your tits out.  Okay, now this time I
want you to ask me for permission to take off your
bra."

There was a moment of confusion where she almost
started taking off the bra before she realised what
he'd said.  Then she almost panicked as she tried to
work out what to say.

"Umm, can I take off my bra ... master."

It wasn't a very convincing ask and she'd almost
forgotten to say master, but he didn't want to waste
any more time with her writing down punishments at the
moment.  

"Not very convincing.  So if you don't want me to
fucking rip if off for you try again slave.  Try to
fucking convince me that you really want it off!"

It was the first time he'd raised his voice and
suddenly she was scared.

"Please master, please let me take off my bra for
you."

"Okay slave, take it off."

Her hands moved up undoing the clasp and she peeled
the straps down her arms, letting a male see her
breasts for only the second time.  Her left hand went
behind her back again as she held the bra out to him
with her right hand.

He took the bra from her, barely registering that she
was keeping herself in the ready position.  He was in
heaven, staring at her perfect globes, better than
anything he'd ever seen in magazines or on the net. 
They were so big that he'd expected them to drop down
without her bra but they didn't sag at all, defying
gravity as they sat high on her chest, tanned across
the top and white underneath.  And the nipples were
dark red and looked thick, sitting out from the
slightly lighter aureoles, staring straight at him,
practically begging him to suck and bite them.   The
aureoles were really amazing, like little mounds that
sat on top of her tits.  He wasn't sure how long he
sat there, her bra in one hand, awestruck by her tits.
 Finally his gaze dropped down to her crotch.

"Take off the panties."

There was no hesitation this time and she was
obviously learning as she struggled to pull them off
and stay in her kneeling position.  She did have to
bring her knees together to get them off but as soon
as they cleared her feet she spread her knees, once
again holding her hand out for him to take the
clothing from her.

It was impossible to see anything more than her pubic
hair as she took them off but once they'd gone and she
spread her legs again, he got his first view of live
pussy.  Her blonde pubic hair was sparse and looked
like it was very fine.  There was a sort of tuft of it
and then below that were her cunt lips.  The most
exciting thing was her inner lips which as her legs
opened, peeked through, sort of a coral red color and
crinkled.

She had never been so embarrassed, so humiliated in
her life as he just stared at her, looking at her most
private part.  Finally he stood up but instead of
coming to her he went over to his desk.  When he came
back, she could see that he had some kind of leather
strap that he held out to her, waiting for her to take
it before he sat back down on the bed.

"Here.  This goes round your neck.  Make sure you lock
it.  It's your slave collar and I'm the only one with
the key."

It was made from soft black leather, about an inch
wide with six rings on it as well as a tiny padlock on
the clasp.  Wrapping it round her neck she easily
locked it in place, once more thinking how stupid this
all was, even in the midst of her embarrassment.

He sat there, staring at her as she put the collar on,
fascinated with the way her breasts flattened slightly
as her hands went behind her head and then rounded out
again as she resumed her ready position.  He knew he
should get on with it, that he should fuck her, but
something kept holding him back.  Suddenly he realised
what it was.  For at least the last three years he'd
been jerking off with fantasies of Janet and they
weren't just about fucking her, they were about her
begging him, about her submitting to him completely. 
But she wasn't ready for that yet.  Even if she did
beg, she'd only be pretending.  He knew he'd have to
push her a lot further before she really started to
submit to him.

"Okay, crawl over here and suck my cock.  Show me what
a great cocksucker you are!"

It was happening!  Sex.  And not just normal sex.  She
looked up at him, almost in shock at his words and
once again the tears started flowing and before she
could stop herself she was begging him to let her go.

"Please don't.  Richard, please.  I can't.  Please I
just want to go home.  I'm sorry that I cheated."

He let her blubber for a few minutes, enjoying the
spectacle of her jiggling tits as she knelt there,
wiping the tears from her eyes.  Finally she stopped
and only the sound of her heavy breathing filled the
room.  He got up from the bed and went to his desk,
returning with a nine foot lead.  She jerked her head
as he clipped it onto one of the rings on her collar
but she didn't try to stop him.

"After that little outburst I think that it's time for
your first punishment session.  Come on slave."




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Schoolgirl Slave By Fantasy Stories (c) FantasyStories2000

   Chapter 2 - Signing the Contract

   At eight thirty the next morning Richard watched from his parent's
bedroom window as Mr.  and Mrs.  Sheen said goodbye to Janet before they
drove off to work.  Last night he'd checked her diary entry so he knew she
was planning to spend the day at home by herself, watching TV and working
on her tan.  Gathering the evidence he needed for part one of his plan he
headed downstairs and over to Janet's place.

   As he raised his finger to the doorbell he realised his hand was
trembling which wasn't surprising given the way his stomach was feeling. 
There was a moment of hesitation as fear almost overpowered him but then he
pressed the buzzer, committing himself.  As he waited he kept rehearsing
what he wanted to say, but when she finally opened the door, his mind went
blank and all he could do was stare.

   "Oh, hi.  What'd you want?"

   "Ummm, I, ummm ..."

   He hadn't been this close to her since the party and he'd almost
forgotten how totally beautiful she was.  She not only looked beautiful she
also smelt beautiful, amazingly fresh, like she'd just had a shower.  She
had on an old loose T-shirt, a pair of baggy faded shorts and was barefoot.
The way the twin points of her nipples poked out at him he was sure she
didn't have a bra on and it took all his strength to stop himself openly
staring at her tits.

   "I said what do you want.  Hello, anyone home?"

   "Oh, yes, sorry.  Um, I just need to talk to you for a couple of
minutes."

   "What?  What about?  Like I'm kind of busy Richard."

   It was still happening, she was still treating him like shit. 
Pretending to be busy when he knew she wasn't, when he knew she had nothing
planned for the day.  Well not for long, he'd make sure of that.  He could
feel his resolve and his anger building, driving away the nerves and fear.

   "About these exam papers and a couple of other things."

   "What?"

   Taking a big breath and looking her straight in the eye he held out the
copies of her and Marcia's emails along with copies of the exam papers.

   "The exam papers that you and Marcia stole."

   Frozen in place she stared at him in shock as her world turned upside
down.  Slowly her eyes dropped to the papers he was holding before she
reached out and snatched them from him.  She started rifling through them
barely reading each page as she recognised the emails she and Marcia had
sent back and forth.  Finally she looked up at him again, trying to put it
together, to work out what was happening, why he had the papers.

   "Where did you ...  how did you ..  oh shit ...  Richard where'd you get
these."

   "Umm, well I kinda hacked into Marcia's computer and, well you know."

   "So, like I don't get it.  What do you want?"

   Suddenly it dawned on her what he wanted.  He wanted in when school
started again.  She'd have to make sure that he hadn't told anyone else and
make him swear not to spread it around.  Hopefully Marcia wouldn't be too
pissed off.

   "You want copies.  Next term.  Okay.  Like I'd have to talk to Marcia
but, yeah, sure.  I mean if she's across it, you know."

   "No, no, I don't want that.  No way."

   "You don't ...  I don't get it.  What then?"

   "Well, you know.  You.  I thought that if we could, you know go out and
then, you know ...  do it.  Then that'd be it."

   Watching her eyes and face as she slowly comprehended what he really
wanted was fantastic.

   "It?  You mean sex?  With you?  You want me to have sex with you?"

   He just nodded at her, keeping his look as blank as he could.

   "You little shit.  You disgusting little shit.  How dare you!  I can't
believe that I used to like you.  You're fucked.  I wouldn't have sex with
you if you were the last person in the world.  I wouldn't even let you
touch me you jerk.  How fucking dare you.  How fucking dare you think you
can do something like this."

   Now he knew he would need all his acting skills.  Dropping his eyes, he
let his shoulders slump, trying to make himself look like he was feeling
really awful for what he'd just done.

   "Oh shit.  I'm sorry.  I just thought.  You're right, I'm a shit.  I
should have known you wouldn't have sex with me.  I'm sorry."

   By now he was backing away.

   "Please don't tell anyone about this.  If you don't then I won't tell
about the cheating.  Okay.  Please Janet."

   "Okay.  And you'd better not or I'll tell everyone what a shit you can
be."

   "I won't.  And I'll give you the rest of the stuff I printed off if you
promise not to tell.  I'll have to get it together so if you come over in
half an hour I'll have it for you."

   Not waiting for a reply he turned and half ran across the lawn and
through the gate to his place.  Now it was up to her and he was ninety
percent certain she'd come over to his house.  When she did then he knew he
had her and if she didn't, then at the very least he'd get back at her by
actually reporting her for cheating.

   As she watched Richard head to his house Janet started shaking and the
emails fell from her hands, fluttering to the floor.  For a second she
stared at them before slamming the door shut and leaning up against it,
hugging herself as she tried to calm down.  Eventually the shakes stopped
and she was able to think clearly again.  Gathering the emails she headed
to her room.  First thing she had to do was delete all copies on her
computer and also clear her ICQ history.  Unfortunately there wasn't anyone
she could call to talk this through with or better still get to come around
to support her when she went over to Richard's so she'd just have to do it
herself.

   The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.  How dare he, how
dare that little shit even think that she'd have sex with him.  When she
saw him she'd really let him have it.  Looking over at her bedside clock
she realised that it was almost thirty minutes, time to go and get the rest
of the emails he'd stolen.  She was about to leave when she realised that
she'd feel even tougher with him if she wore something a bit better than
the T-shirt and shorts she had on.  Soon she was dressed, feeling her
normal, in-command self.  Slip on sandals, short skirt and one of her fav
designer T-shirts.

   As she walked over to his house she could feel her power rising.  She'd
show him, really rip into him.  Reaching his front door, she practically
broke it down as she knocked.  When there was no answer after a couple of
seconds, she knocked again, not stopping till he opened it.  Brushing past
him she stormed into the house and turned to face him.

   "How fucking dare you.  How fucking dare you think you could do this to
me you little shit.  I wouldn't even let you touch me so I'm sure not going
to have sex with you.  Ever.  So give me that stuff and never, ever talk to
me, or even look at me again.  Because if you do you'll be real fucking
sorry!"

   She stood glaring at him, one hand on her hip, the other stretched out
as she demanded the papers and computer disks he had in his hand.

   "You're right, I shouldn't have done this.  Here, I've written a kind of
confession."

   Handing her the package he waited while she glanced down and then
started reading the top page.

   'Mr.  Johnson,

   In this package there are computer disks and printouts which concern a
fellow student Janet Sheen.  I thought that I could use my knowledge about
Janet's cheating which I'd learnt from reading her emails and her diary to
make her have sex with me whenever I wanted.  To make her my sex slave.

   As well as proof of her cheating, the diary also has stories about her
masturbating, watching a porno movie, getting drunk, smoking dope and what
she really thinks about the people she knows.

   I realise that what I was planning is wrong and I will face whatever
penalty I am given for this.  What Janet has done is a serious crime and
the school, her school friends, her parents and others should be told so
they can decide her punishment.

   So I am presenting this evidence, including a full copy of her private
diary with this letter.

   I am also emailing a copy of her diary to our classmates.  It is
important that they know the full details of what she has done.'

   Her diary!  As she read the letter her world totally disintegrated. 
He'd read her diary.  This was the most totally humiliating, the most
devastating thing she could ever imagine.  When she'd finished reading she
just stared at the letter, her neck and face burning red with
embarrassment, her mind blank, not knowing what to do.  Finally he broke
the silence.

   "So, I'm sorry, but I have to do this.  It's the right thing to do.  I'm
not sure what they'll do to you.  I guess they'll expel you and you'll
probably have to repeat the year because your exams will all be disallowed.
Anyway, that's your copy."

   "No, no.  Richard, you can't.  Please."

   "But like I said in the letter, I have to.  It was wrong of me to try to
make you have sex with me but what you've done is even more wrong.  And
like you said, you won't even let me touch you let alone have sex with you.
So I'm sending this off."

   Nothing mattered, only stopping him.  Anything he wanted she'd do now.
Having sex with him was infinitely better than letting anyone else read
what was in the diary.  She was so embarrassed, so humiliated knowing that
he'd read it that she couldn't even look at him.  The thought that all her
friend could read it was to impossible to imagine let alone for her to
allow it to happen.

   "What if I did it?  Richard?"

   He was still keeping his voice down, sounding sincere yet troubled but
it was an effort to keep it like that now.

   "Did what?"

   "Let you have sex with me."

   "You mean you'd be my sex slave."

   Fighting to keep the look of total disgust off her face, as she started
to realise that she needed to be a lot more careful with the way she
treated him, she managed to look up at him and put on her very best smile.

   "If you promise to tell no one and give me all that stuff then ...  I
guess I could have sex with you.  Once."

   He looked at her for a moment, for the first time letting his gaze
travel over her amazing body without feeling he had to hide his interest.

   "Umm, no.  It would have to be more than that.  Really."

   "Okay, twice.  You can do it twice."

   "Ummm.  I don't know.  I really want to have sex with you but ...  no,
I'm sorry.  I don't really think it's worth it unless you agree to be my
sex slave.  Especially after what you said."

   Turning around he picked up another package in a large envelope.

   "Here it is.  Mail for the principal.  Sorry Janet."

   As he moved to the door, she almost leapt at him, grabbing his arm to
stop him.  Any bravado was gone, replaced by fear and desperation.

   "NO.  Please you can't.  No, it's not fair.  Richard, please don't.  I'm
sorry about what I said.  I'll make it up to you somehow.  I'll pay you. 
I've got a few hundred dollars you can have.  What about that?  And you can
sleep with me."

   "Sorry, I don't want your money.  It's not really worth it unless ... 
you know, it's all.  Sorry."

   Pulling his arm free he walked out the door, heading down the path to
the front gate, waiting for her to stop him again, waiting for her to
completely give in.  By the time he was half way to the gate he realised
he'd blown it, that she wasn't giving in.  He tried to think of something
else he could do but there was nothing and an immense feeling of
disappointment welled up in him.  He could pretend to post it, let her
suffer for a few days, or maybe he should turn around, tell her he'd
changed his mind and that if she let him fuck her he'd give her the stuff
back.  At least that way he'd get one fuck.

   The further he got from her the more her life seemed to disappear until
finally she knew there was no choice.  She couldn't face the world with
everyone knowing what was in her diary.

   "Okay ...  Richard?  RICHARD."

   For a second she thought he wasn't going to stop but then he was turning
back to her.

   "Yes?"

   "I'll do it."

   Slowly he walked back, his heart starting to pump with the excitement.
It was going to happen.  Somehow he hadn't really thought it would.  To
have fantasies about it were one thing but to actually have it happening,
to have the most beautiful girl he knew saying she would be his sex slave
was far beyond anything that he thought he could really achieve.  YES! 
Although he wanted to leap in the air, to whoop and holler, he didn't. 
Control he thought, have to keep in control, have to make sure she knows
who's in charge all the time.  Then he was standing in front of her again.

   "You'll do what?"

   She glared at him.  She might have to be his 'sex slave' but she wasn't
about to say it.

   "You know, I'll do what you want you little shit!"

   "What I want is for you to tell me exactly what you are going to be and
to never call me a 'little shit'.  So let's start again.  What will you
do?"

   She still glared at him.  There was no way she was going to say it.  She
could cope with not calling him a little shit because she'd just think that
anyway but she couldn't say 'sex slave'.

   "Look you know what I'll do so stop being stupid."

   "Nope, I didn't really think you meant it.  See ya."

   Turning, he headed back down the path.  This time he'd only gone a few
steps when he heard her running after him.  Then she was standing in front
of him blocking his way.

   "No, Richard, don't please.  I'm sorry.  I do mean it.  I'll say it. 
Please don't go." She took a big breath.  "I'll, I'll be your ...  your sex
slave."

   For what seemed like an eternity they stared at each other until finally
she dropped her eyes, slumping her shoulders.

   "Go back inside and wait for me."

   She slowly walked back, unable to stop trembling.  He'd won and now she
was going to have to do whatever he wanted.  This morning she'd woken bored
but feeling okay and now she was about to have sex with Richard. 
Unbelievable.  Once inside the house she stopped, unsure where to go,
hoping that he wouldn't say the bedroom.  Maybe he'll tell me it was all
just a stupid game she thought but when he spoke any hope of that quickly
disappeared.  As she heard the door close behind her it felt as if she was
being locked away.

   "As my slave you will call me Master.  You will obey me instantly, no
questions, no hesitation, no matter what I tell you.  Understand?"

   "Yes."

   "No, you have to say 'yes Master', okay?"

   "Yes Master."

   "Okay.  Now I printed out a kind of contract last night that I think you
should sign.  Just to make it official you know.  Come on, it's in my
room."

   Walking past her he headed down the hall to his room.  Over the years
she'd spent lots of time in there before she'd told him she couldn't hang
out with him anymore.  It had always been a place for fun and games, but
now it was a place of fear.

   When she got to his room he was over by his computer, holding a piece of
paper out to her.  As she took the paper she checked out the room noting
how different from the last time she'd been in it.  He now had a double bed
and there were lots of posters of half naked girls like Pamela Anderson on
the walls.

   "Read it."

   i janet sheen hereby agree to be the sex slave of Richard Marks, my
Master, until such time as He shall tire of me.  As His sex slave i will
live by the following creed and rules.

   1.  i am a sex slave and nothing more.

   2.  i will not speak without my master's permission

   3.  my only desire is to serve, obey and please my Master.

   4.  i worship my Master's body.

   5.  i acknowledge that i am nothing more than an object - an instrument
to be used by my Master for his pleasures.

   6.  i acknowledge that my body and mind is the property of my Master.

   7.  i will never again masturbate without my Master's permission.

   8.  i will always thank my Master for all He gives me.

   9.  i will never hesitate when responding to my Master.

   10.  i will maintain my punishment book which will list all the times i
upset my Master with my disobedience and thoughtlessness.

   11.  i will thank my Master for the discipline and punishments i receive
from Him.

   12.  i will always submit to my Master.

   13.  i shall wear the collar my Master gives me with pride for it
signifies His ownership of me and my devotion to Him.

   14.  i will never look into the eyes of my Master without his
permission.

   15.  my head will remain bowed and my eyes will be cast down in the
presence of my Master.

   16.  my rightful "place" is on my knees before my Master.

   17.  i will always be ready to please my Master.

   18.  The opportunity to please my Master is very important to me and i
will take every chance to do so.

   19.  i will never reach orgasm without my Master's permission.

   20.  i will tell my Master when i need to be punished and why.

   21.  i will tell my Master when i have been bad.

   22.  i must never show disrespect for my Master in any way - no matter
where i am - in his presence or not.

   23.  The needs of my Master are more important than my own.

   24.  i am allowed to suggest ways to further my training or use of me as
long as i address my Master properly first.

   25.  i will always respond fully both physically and verbally to
whatever my Master does with me.

   26.  i must always feel and act sexual - i am a sexual being.

   27.  If my Master uses me to make love with - i will aggressively
respond.

   28.  i will not date others or form a relationship with others without
permission and approval from my Master.  If i should have sex with others i
will have it safely and will always tell my Master in detail the sex i have
had.

   When she finished reading it she took a second before she handed it back
to him.

   "You're a psycho.  I'm not fucking signing that."

   "Hey, you said you'd be my slave.  This just makes it sort of official."

   "No way.  You know what Richard?  You can just get fucked!  This whole
thing is fucked.  Okay?"

   She stood there glaring at him, daring him to do anything, her fury
rising up again.  Finally he turned away, putting the paper back on his
desk and she smiled, realizing that she'd won.  All she'd needed to do was
be really strong.

   "Okay.  I guess you'd better go." He sat at his desk and started typing.
"I'll just start sending the emails with your diary attached."

   Her focus shifted to the screen and she realised that he had an email
program up and there looked like there were dozens on names in the address
book, names she recognised.  She just stared, horrified at the reality of
what he was planning.  He was actually going to do it, to send her diary to
everyone.  She'd die!

   "No.  Richard.  NO."

   He stopped typing and swung back to her, the contract in his hand.

   "You've got two choices.  Sign or don't.  I couldn't give a shit
anymore. If you don't care if the world knows what a cheat you are then
piss off.  Otherwise sign the fucking contract.  I'll give you five
seconds. One, two, three, four ..."

   "Okay, alright, I'll sign it."

   He put it back on the desk and held out a pen.  Taking it from him she
signed down the bottom and then he added his signature.  Carefully folding
it he put it away in the desk and then turned back to her.

   "Good, now that's taken care of.  Okay, I want you to kneel on the floor
over there, facing the bed."

   The bed!  She looked at him for a second, knowing she was probably going
to have to do things that were far worse that kneeling on the floor. 
Moving over to where he'd pointed she knelt, crossing her arms protectively
over her tits, sullenly waiting for him to start mauling her.

   "Knees apart."

   Glowering at him, she reluctantly inched them apart.

   "Further.  Keep going till I tell you to stop."

   Now she was starting to feel embarrassed as she pushed her knees further
and further apart, unable to stop her skirt creeping up, exposing more and
more of her thighs.  It wasn't until her knees were almost two feet apart
and her skirt was almost at the top of her thighs that he let her to stop.

   "Okay, now sit back.  No, not on you heels, I want your bum on the
floor. Your feet should be in line with you knees.  That's right.  Now put
your hands down on your legs like this."

   She looked up at him and he had his palms flat on his thighs.  Slowly
she did what he said, placing her hands half way up her thighs, taking the
opportunity to tug her skirt down as much as she could, glad that at least
she could defy his perving a little bit.

   "Pull your shoulders back.  Come on stick your tits out." She hesitated,
hating having to let him talk to her like that.  "Do it I said, come on
slave."

   She could feel her face burning as she pulled her shoulders back, for
the first time in her life feeling her boobs were a liability, not the
asset she'd come to consider them.

   "Good, but I'll have to punish you for that later.  Here write it down
in your book."

   He held the book out to her, almost daring her to refuse to take it.

   For a second she hesitated but as far as she was concerned the book was
just another of his sicko fantasies so she took it from him.  And it meant
that she could hunch her shoulders forward, hiding her boobs from him
again. Stuff you, she thought!

   "Write 'Refused to properly display my tits'."

   Glaring at him she reluctantly opened the book and wrote it down.

   "Good, now give me the book and put your hands back where they should be
and make sure your tits are sticking out.  Keep your head up but look down
at the floor.  Do it!  Excellent.  See you can be a good slave girl!"

   By now his blood was pounding, his cock felt like it was going to
explode and he was having trouble breathing he was so excited.  She looked
so sexy kneeling there with her big tits sticking out, begging to be
squeezed and her skirt was so far up her beautiful thighs he could almost
see her crotch.  He so wanted to rip her clothes off and start fucking her
on the floor, to finally find out how good it would be to have his cock
inside a cunt.  But he knew that it would be even better, even more
satisfying if she was begging him to fuck her, if he could really make her
a slave.  So he stood behind her, taking some deep breaths, determined to
continue with his plan.

   "This is your 'at ease' position.  Now put your hands behind your back.
In the small of your back.  Keep them open with one wrist resting on top of
the other.  Eyes on the floor, tits out.  Good."

   It looked like her hands were tied up with one resting on top of the
other.  The only problem now was that she was still clothed, but not for
long.

   "And this is your ready position.  Whenever I come into a room or
approach you this is the position you will instantly assume unless I tell
you otherwise.  Understand?"

   She knew that he expected her to answer but it was really difficult to
say anything to him other than fuck off.  But she was still conscious of
all the damming information he had about her.  So she said the words, but
she made sure he knew how she felt.  He might be able to make her do things
but she'd make sure he knew she thought he was a total arsehole.

   "Yes ...  master."

   "You know I don't like your tone.  Way too much attitude.  If that means
you're rethinking our arrangement, you'd better tell me.  Otherwise I'd
suggest you learn how to show me a lot more respect or you'll be spending
all your time writing down punishments.  Now say it again, slave, with
respect."

   The panic well up in her again and this time she did her best to make
him believe her.

   "Yes master."

   "That's much better."

   Moving to the bed he sat facing her.  This is it she thought, he's going
to fuck me and for a second the tears welled up in her eyes as she realised
her virginity was about to be taken, that he was going to rape her.

   "I should explain the importance of this position.  It says that you're
body is totally available to me, that it's mine to do with as I please and
that you won't try to stop me.  So you stay in that position till I tell
you to relax and then you can go to the 'at ease' position or do whatever
else I tell you to do.  Like now.  Now I want you to take your top off."

   She knew this had to come so it was no surprise.  Unclasping her hands,
she tugged the T-shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and then crossing
her arms over, took each side and started pulling it off over her head.

   This wasn't going to be the first time that he'd seen her partly naked
as he'd often watched her and her friends in their bikinis at the pool. 
But this was the first time it had happened in his room, it was the first
time he'd been in a position where he could watch without worrying he'd be
told to stop perving.

   He was transfixed as the T-shirt slowly rose up, revealing her narrow
waist, cute belly button and her lightly tanned mid-riff.  Then it caught
on the underside of her boobs and she had to tug to get it to clear them.
She was wearing a white bra, frilly on top and showing the swell of her
boobs and lots of the cleavage.  Her nipples were hidden but still obvious
from the twin bumps at the front of the bra cups.  All too soon the T-shirt
was off and she was holding her arms across her boobs, using the T-shirt to
cover them.

   "Give it to me and then back to your ready position."

   She reached out with the T-shirt and then reluctantly put her hands
behind her back, wishing now that she'd worn a sports top which would have
covered her boobs a bit more.

   "Oh yeah, nice tits ...  real nice.  Now, take off the skirt, give it to
me and then go back to your ready position, slave.  No, you don't need to
stand, I'm sure you'll be able to do it kneeling down."

   There was a button and a zip at the back of the skirt that she easily
undid.  Then she had to push and wriggle to get it down her legs and off as
she stayed kneeling on the ground.  It made her boobs jiggle inside the bra
and as she bent over he got a real good look at the valley between her
boobs.  Then his focus went to between her legs where a pair of pale blue
panties covered her cunt.  They had a lacey trim, and looked old and faded.
The most exciting thing about them was the strands of blonde pubic hair
that were peeking out on one side.

   As she struggled to pull the skirt over her feet, her sandals became
caught up in it and were pulled off, falling to the floor behind her.  She
held out the skirt and when he took it she resumed the position.  Now, with
her skirt off and her legs spread wide she really felt exposed and
vulnerable.  As she stared at the floor she saw where her pubic hair was
showing and she felt her face flush as she hoped he wouldn't notice.  Vain
hope, she knew because she had no doubt that soon he'd be demanding that
she take off her panties.

   "Let's see, what next?  Bra or panties?  Bra I think.  Time for you to
show me your tits."

   She brought her hands up to the catch at the back of her bra and
suddenly she was shaking, the tears rolling down her cheeks as, through her
sobs, she begged.  She unconsciously brought her hands around, covering her
breasts and brought her knees together.

   "Please Richard, please don't do this.  You can't.  It's not right. 
Please.  I can't do it.  Richard."

   She looked up at him, pleading, her cheeks wet and her big, beautiful
blue eyes red from her tears.  And he felt his cock getting even harder as
he realised how much power he really had over her.  Even if he wanted to
stop, his cock wasn't going to let him.  More than ever he wanted to break
her, wanted to humiliate her for the way she'd treated him over the last
three years.

   He didn't say anything, just stared at her and eventually she dropped
her eyes as she managed to control her sobbing.  Now she knew that this
wasn't going to stop, and she felt exhausted and wanted to collapse and
roll into a tiny ball.

   He wasn't sure what to do next, either get her back in position or get
her to write in the punishment book.  Probably best to do the punishment
book first.

   "Here.  I think you have a few things to enter.  Take it!"

   Reaching out she took the book, opening it up, holding the pen ready to
write.

   "Refused to show tits to my master ...  spoke to my master without
permission ...  didn't show proper respect when talking to my master ... 
didn't stay in my ready position ...  tried to hide my tits from master
with my arms ...  Okay that probably covers it."

   Because he had to wait between each punishment for her to write it down,
it was taking quite a long time and he was getting impatient to get on with
it, impatient to actually fuck her.  But just as he was about to take the
book back from her he realised there was one more and he knew just what the
punishment would be for it.

   "I almost forgot.  Write down, tried to hide cunt from my master."

   Her hand was shaking again as she wrote the last one down.  Cunt.  It
wasn't a word she used and certainly not one she'd ever written.

   "Give me the book.  Now get in position.  Your legs were further apart
than that weren't they.  Better.  Come on stick your tits out.  Okay, now
this time I want you to ask me for permission to take off your bra."

   There was a moment of confusion where she almost started taking off the
bra before she realised what he'd said.  Then she almost panicked as she
tried to work out what to say.

   "Umm, can I take off my bra ...  master."

   It wasn't a very convincing ask and she'd almost forgotten to say
master, but he didn't want to waste any more time with her writing down
punishments at the moment.

   "Not very convincing.  So if you don't want me to fucking rip if off for
you try again slave.  Try to fucking convince me that you really want it
off!"

   It was the first time he'd raised his voice and suddenly she was scared.

   "Please master, please let me take off my bra for you."

   "Okay slave, take it off."

   Her hands moved up undoing the clasp and she peeled the straps down her
arms, letting a male see her breasts for only the second time.  Her left
hand went behind her back again as she held the bra out to him with her
right hand.

   He took the bra from her, barely registering that she was keeping
herself in the ready position.  He was in heaven, staring at her perfect
globes, better than anything he'd ever seen in magazines or on the net. 
They were so big that he'd expected them to drop down without her bra but
they didn't sag at all, defying gravity as they sat high on her chest,
tanned across the top and white underneath.  And the nipples were dark red
and looked thick, sitting out from the slightly lighter aureoles, staring
straight at him, practically begging him to suck and bite them.  The
aureoles were really amazing, like little mounds that sat on top of her
tits.  He wasn't sure how long he sat there, her bra in one hand, awestruck
by her tits.  Finally his gaze dropped down to her crotch.

   "Take off the panties."

   There was no hesitation this time and she was obviously learning as she
struggled to pull them off and stay in her kneeling position.  She did have
to bring her knees together to get them off but as soon as they cleared her
feet she spread her knees, once again holding her hand out for him to take
the clothing from her.

   It was impossible to see anything more than her pubic hair as she took
them off but once they'd gone and she spread her legs again, he got his
first view of live pussy.  Her blonde pubic hair was sparse and looked like
it was very fine.  There was a sort of tuft of it and then below that were
her cunt lips.  The most exciting thing was her inner lips which as her
legs opened, peeked through, sort of a coral red color and crinkled.

   She had never been so embarrassed, so humiliated in her life as he just
stared at her, looking at her most private part.  Finally he stood up but
instead of coming to her he went over to his desk.  When he came back, she
could see that he had some kind of leather strap that he held out to her,
waiting for her to take it before he sat back down on the bed.

   "Here.  This goes round your neck.  Make sure you lock it.  It's your
slave collar and I'm the only one with the key."

   It was made from soft black leather, about an inch wide with six rings
on it as well as a tiny padlock on the clasp.  Wrapping it round her neck
she easily locked it in place, once more thinking how stupid this all was,
even in the midst of her embarrassment.

   He sat there, staring at her as she put the collar on, fascinated with
the way her breasts flattened slightly as her hands went behind her head
and then rounded out again as she resumed her ready position.  He knew he
should get on with it, that he should fuck her, but something kept holding
him back.  Suddenly he realised what it was.  For at least the last three
years he'd been jerking off with fantasies of Janet and they weren't just
about fucking her, they were about her begging him, about her submitting to
him completely.  But she wasn't ready for that yet.  Even if she did beg,
she'd only be pretending.  He knew he'd have to push her a lot further
before she really started to submit to him.

   "Okay, crawl over here and suck my cock.  Show me what a great
cocksucker you are!"

   It was happening!  Sex.  And not just normal sex.  She looked up at him,
almost in shock at his words and once again the tears started flowing and
before she could stop herself she was begging him to let her go.

   "Please don't.  Richard, please.  I can't.  Please I just want to go
home.  I'm sorry that I cheated."

   He let her blubber for a few minutes, enjoying the spectacle of her
jiggling tits as she knelt there, wiping the tears from her eyes.  Finally
she stopped and only the sound of her heavy breathing filled the room.  He
got up from the bed and went to his desk, returning with a nine foot lead.
She jerked her head as he clipped it onto one of the rings on her collar
but she didn't try to stop him.

   "After that little outburst I think that it's time for your first
punishment session.  Come on slave."

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