http://erotichotstories.com View my collection of erotic stories Wed, 30 Jun 2010 11:59:00 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 http://erotichotstories.com/female-domination/tigress-to-kitty/ http://erotichotstories.com/female-domination/tigress-to-kitty/#comments Tue, 29 Sep 2009 08:55:09 +0000 admin http://erotichotstories.com/?p=62 TIGRESS TO KITTY By Beagle9690 September 2009 As I sit here reading her laptop diary, my submissive lover has been standing in the corner for almost an hour. Pamela's buttocks are freshly spanked because I caught her masturbating in the bathtub without permission. She has five minutes left in the corner and then she will finish getting ready for dinner. Pamela is a store manager with a large grocery chain and is 10 years my senior having just turned forty today. I am an independent painting contractor and sometimes jack-of-all-trades preferring to do residential houses or small businesses and I always work alone. "May I come out of the corner now, Master?" She asked, meekly. "I'm sorry for disobeying a mandate and I promise to be a good girl." From the beginning Pamela wanted to address me as Master. However Master seems so trite and overused and I am not in to titles. Persistent, my beautiful Pamela wore me down and we compromised; a very minor concession on my part. Master in private and Sir when in public with both being contingent and proper for the situation. Sir is a title of respect and is good for all occasions including when we are out in public and for Pamela it holds a special meaning. When we were first together it was a little awkward for Pamela, she being chronologically older then I, although not at all in appearance. After a year's time, Master still flows easily and lovingly from her luscious, generous lips and it seems that Pam just can't get enough kisses from me. Not that I find this annoying, I rather enjoy her intimate kisses and touches as well as her total obedience in our private life. Master has become a term of endearment for her towards me; like honey or sweetheart. I do not interfere with Pamela's career or the day-to-day operations of the store except on occasion to remind her of her submission. When I correct her in public it is nothing overt or obvious. Pamela is certainly aware of it and hates when I correct her that way. Although on some level she enjoys it hence her submission to me. As well as the hot loving making afterwards when she returns from work. The people working under her have benefited from our relationship. Especially since the employee's July weekend hotdog fundraisers held outside the store for their annual Christmas party. In the past Pamela always delegated this task to one of her Assistant Managers. At the last one I worked side-by-side with Pamela selling hotdogs, soda and chips, a gesture of good will by management on her part. Several people working there told me privately that they never saw her so relaxed or happy and to keep up the good work. Pamela had the reputation for being overbearing, a bit of a shrew when angry.... the Ice Queen. After she hired me to paint the inside and outside of her house I would have concurred, at first. "You may, but first come here." I ordered, putting the laptop to one side. She rushed over and knelt by the easy chair I was sitting in. "You know better than that, little girl!" I sternly admonished. "Yes Master, I know better, I'm sorry?" "If I catch you masturbating again without my permission your hair will be in pigtails at work for an entire week, Ms. Rogers, Executive Manager. "Please Aaron, I hate when you do that to me; people won't take me seriously." "Nevertheless you have me now and I will take care those needs and desires." I then buried my hands in her damp hair and kissed her luscious lips. I stood up and stretched. "I don't care where we go for dinner tonight as long as I can get a big rare charbroiled steak." I don't drink at all because it dulls the senses. Pamela will have one glass of red or white wine with dinner on special occasions which is fine with me. "May I suck on your cock?" She asked, putting her head on my lap. I touched her beautiful face and caressed it lightly with my hand. "You may, my love, my naughty Lady....after another hour in the corner." "Aaron!" She exclaimed, lifting her head to look at me. "I'm teasing, darling. You know you are never punished without good reason. Have I ever abused you?" "No Master, you have always have kept your word to me about everything. I've never had to use my safe word except once, which I regret." She said, touching her sore bottom and wincing. "And I never shall again because I know that you love me." And she put her head back on my lap. "But the spanking stung and now I'm so horny....after all, I am your cock slave." "You love titles, darling, Master and slave; for me it is enough that you are my submissive lover. I have always contended that your imagination and intellect compliments you, Pamela, my love. We have our little compromises because you always keep your word as well...aside from some minor naughty behaviors." I wrapped my hands in her long damp hair tugging. "Start with your tongue, slave and look in my eyes when you are licking." I slid my boxer shorts off and got comfortable in the chair. "Yes that's right. Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous. Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip. Very good that feels wonderful. Start sucking, good..........yes....ah, yes, you are doing fine. You have such beautiful eyes darling, such beautiful eyes....... I exploded in her mouth and my orgasm was incredible and so was Pamela who swallowed every bit of my come and licked me clean, giving my stomach a playful raspberry when she finished. Pamela truly is a cock slave and I have never met a woman like her who enjoyed giving head as much as she does, the only time that I allow her to masturbate. I got out of my chair and helped her to her feet, gave her an affectionate hug and said. "I have laid out your clothing for you and I want to see lots of curls in your hair. If you are extra good I may let you go down on me again when we get back and perhaps allow you an orgasm later this evening...now scoot!" I gave her ass a little slap for good measure and sent her on her way. How did I meet Pamela? We have been together for a little more than a year. Let me go back to page one of her laptop diary and then between the two of us our story will unfold: "Good morning, this is Aaron Bronson. How may I help you?" "Good morning Mr. Bronson, my name is Pamela Rogers and I'm calling to get an estimate to have my house painted. You come highly recommended which is good because I am very particular about my home." "Yes, Ma'am, what time would be convenient for you?" "I'm calling from work at Deluxe Foods on Woodcrest Avenue. I am the Executive Manager there." Pamela let the title hang in the air before continuing. "Please drop your resume off at my office no later than 8:00 a.m. for me to look over. I will meet you at my home at 6:00 PM sharp." "Ms. Rogers, I.... Pamela interrupted and gave me her home address and then dismissed me with a curt "good day." I was thinking, "Is this woman for real, a resume?" I arrived early to look the house over, a large Victorian at the top of a hill. I was waiting in her driveway when she arrived. As she got out of her red Mercedes with her briefcase Pamela was frowning and looked angry. I sighed and then went over to introduce myself holding out my hand for her to shake which she declined, saying. "Mr. Bronson, we agreed that you would drop your resume off for me to read." "No, Ms. Rogers, I did not agree to that at all. You assumed that I would bring you one and you cut me off before I had the chance to tell you my work is my resume." "I don't like your tone, Aaron; do you talk to all of your employers this way?" She announced, glaring at me. "As I recall, Pamela, you called me." I replied firmly and I was thinking, what beautiful eyes she has, like a cat or a tiger. "I am not one of your.... what's the politically correct word for subordinates these days... oh yes, associates. I am not one of them." "Are you intimidated by strong women, Mr. Bronson? That would explain your attitude." She asked, taking a step forward in challenge. "Do you mean strong women like Wonder Woman and her Lasso of Truth?" I said stepping forward until we were almost nose to nose. I was looking into those beautiful eyes and smiling at her and I wanted to kiss her pursed lips. "No! Why would you ask such a stupid question? Are you that obtuse?" She asked angrily. I took off my white painters cap and ran my fingers through my hair before putting it back on and answering. "That's a shame, darling, because you didn't put your Mercedes in park and it is rolling backwards down your driveway. A golden lasso would be handy right about now." Pamela's Mercedes rolled halfway down the driveway ending up against the thick stands pines and ground ivy planted on the hillside by previous owners to prevent soil erosion. "Well don't just stand there!" She exclaimed, dropping her brief case and running down the hill after her car and quite gracefully at that. Not saying a word I got in my truck and drove past her and then parked in front of her Mercedes. Fortunately for her I had an electric wench mounted below the brush guard on my truck and I was able to pull the Mercedes out with little trouble. Pamela walked over to my truck as I was getting ready to leave and I rolled the window down. "I owe you an apology, Mr. Bronson." I just smiled at her not saying a thing. I was undressing her with my eyes and Pamela knew it. "I want to thank you for pulling me out of the ditch." I remained silent letting her squirm and still wanting to kiss her. "I'm sure that you will agree that it was a miscommunication between the two of us." I got out of my truck, closed the door and said. "To the contrary, I do not agree. We both know where we stand and you are welcome." "Are you always this difficult... so hard to handle, Mr. Bronson?" Pamela said, smiling for the first time, and I definitely wanted to kiss her then. "Always, and no I am not intimidated by strong women especially pretty ones that smile so nicely. Frankly Ma'am I don't believe that you can handle me." "Then I'll take that as a challenge, Sir." She replied, extending her hand for me to shake and I took it. Pamela had a firm, strong handshake, excellent, and now she was checking me out. She was squeezing firmly and I could tell that she was quite strong and was holding back....interesting. The tigress had pulled back her claws. "And you are quite cocky for such a young man. My best guess is that you are not much more then twenty-five? Will you please give me an estimate now that we are properly introduced and I insist on paying for the tow?" "Yes for the estimate, and no for the tow." "I insist. May we at least negotiate the tow, perhaps compromise, Aaron?" "Well, perhaps there is something, a minor gratuity in consideration for the tow, Pamela." "See! We can agree on something and I will return the favor." "If you will show me the house I can get started and then you will have my answer at 8:00 a.m. sharp along with your written and detailed estimate.............. Pamela wrote: I still see no harm in asking for a resume and I am sure that if he had one it would generate more business for him. At least he was presentable.... no, make that more than presentable. Clean white pants, white polo shirt, tucked in and a white painters cap, and he was wearing a black belt and black shoes; a very good first impression actually....he smells like peppermint. When he smiled, dimples, he has dimples in his cheeks and blue eyes, plus he is so tall, taller than me. His thick unruly hair is so blond. Nordic is the word, like a big strong Viking. He was undressing me with his eyes and they were like hot blue flames and he knew that I was aware of it, how bold of him. Aaron could have been more reasonable and cooperative. On the other hand when he pulled my car out he didn't laugh at me or rub my nose in it. Aside from being cocky and blunt he was more or less polite while he was checking me out...I wonder? How interesting, he wouldn't accept money for the tow but he must want something.... hmm? The following morning when I walked into her office, Pamela was dressed almost the same as yesterday, navy blue slacks to match her fitted navy blue jacket, a ruffled white blouse, tan stockings and black pumps. Pamela dresses this way, businesslike and conservative to be imposing, accentuating her height of six-three at about 160 pounds. She must have magnificent legs hiding underneath those pants. I meant it when I said that she was a pretty woman; no make that a beautiful woman. Pamela's long dark blond hair was pulled away from her face quite severely and fixed in a braided chignon. Today she had a red silk scarf was wrapped around her chignon, perfect. Her golden brown eyes were taking me in again and she reminded of a tigress ready to pounce. I handed Pamela the estimate and she invited me to sit down with her over a cup coffee. We discussed the details and then made small talk to feel each other out. Finally, I stood up and we shook hands sealing the deal with her personal check for a third down. As I was walking out the door she asked. "About the tow, have you made a decision, Mr. Bronson?" "You strike me a Lady of your word, Ms. Rogers. I am not being condensing. I mean what I say and I speak my mind which is why I prefer to work alone. If you find me cocky, or blunt or difficult so be it. You hired me just the same and you did agree to return the favor. I enjoy looking at beautiful women, and you are a beautiful woman, Pamela. Please take your hair down." "You want me to take my hair down?" She asked, looking a bit surprised and then quickly regained her composure and said, "I hope you are joking, Aaron." "It's a simple enough request. Do strong, blunt men intimidate you, Ms. Rogers? Do you still think that you can handle me?" "Touché, Mr. Bronson and with that being said you may look but do not touch." And then she walked past me to lock her office door, locking me in the tiger's den. Pamela took the scarf from her hair and laid it on the desk. The hairpins came next as she unwrapped her long braid letting it drop down past the middle of her shoulder blades. She then turned her back to me and took the braid out leaving a silky and wavy ponytail that I wanted to stroke and wrap my hand around in the worst way. Finally, Pamela took then elastic band from her ponytail and shook her head letting her long blond hair fall to her trim waist. She turned to face me and was smiling. "I believe that I have met my obligation to our compromise and I hope that I fulfilled your little fantasy?" And then Pamela got close and put her fingers like a cat's claw on a scratching post and lightly raked them down my chest, stopping at my belt and then lightly touching my groin and feeling my erection and she was smiling. "Young men are so transparent and predictable." She announced assuredly. I picked up her silk scarf from the table and folded it from corner to corner before tying it around my neck. "Thank you for the scarf. Silk is much smoother and softer then the red cotton bandanas I normally wear. "What do you mean thank you for the scarf? If all you wanted was the scarf why not just ask for it? Why did you make me take my hair down?" "Make you? I said feigning surprise. I did not make you do anything darling. You did that on your own. Closing and locking the door to keep me from escaping was a nice touch. And at the expense of sounding bold your performance was quite erotic. I so enjoy watching a beautiful woman take her long hair down." "But I thought?" "You thought what, Ms. Rogers? Oh, I see, you assumed that I find you sexy and desirable, how interesting. From the inferences you have made about my age you led me to believe that a mature Lady like you would never be interested in toddler like me. You were toying with me, my little fantasy as you put it." "It was a miscommunication, I'm sure that you can agree on that, at the very least to save us both embarrassment?" "A miscommunication you say? I say a politically correct retreat. I am not the least embarrassed and there was no miscommunication, you were flirting. You were flirting and you were doing it nicely. I obviously enjoyed it and so did you. Unfortunately for me you said look but do not touch and I withdraw from the field. However I would love to touch your silky hair, Pamela." "Again, thank you for the red scarf. Although now that I have it next to my skin I am sure that it pales in comparison to how soft and silky your hair must feel. Now that I have seen it unbound I would rather experience your hair caressing my neck, face and chest as it caresses yours." As I reached the door I unlocked and then opened it before turning to face her. "For the record, darling, I'm thirty and you assumed right. Good day." I left her looking totally beautifully bewildered. The following Monday I started scraping on the outside. The Victorian was 2 1/2 stories with a tremendous amount of gingerbread work to scrape or repair. In some sections I had to fabricate and replace rotted or damaged wood. Pamela wanted everything restored original to the nineteen eighties and even though she was good for the money she was a bit of a pain in the ass. She questioned everything, making suggestions or changes from day to day. It is a good thing that I didn't buy the paint ahead of time because the color scheme changed each time I revealed a new layer of layer of oil or latex paint. I was on my second week of scarping when I discovered a carpenter bee's nest in the wall where the inside staircase went to the second story. The bees were going in and out of the dry rotted wood frame of the beautiful stained glass octagon window common to houses of that period. I telephoned Pamela at work and apprised her of the situation. "I am going to have to kill the bees before I can get the window out. Don't worry, Ms. Rogers, I have run into this problem before and I have the equipment. There will be no charge if you bring me a large Genoa Salami sub with extra meat, provolone cheese, lettuce, onion, tomato, hot peppers, roasted peppers, Italian dressing on the side, and a quart bottle of skim milk." "Do you want a nipple on your bottle of milk?" She said laughing. "Touché, darling." I replied in turn and laughing along with her. "Thank you Sir, it's nice to score a point for a change." "You are welcome. The bees should be dead by the time you get home tomorrow and then I will remove the window. The replacement parts for my high lift are finally in and it will be out of the repair shop tonight. If you like I will take you up on the high lift tomorrow and show you." I was on a ladder chalking the opposite side of the house and letting the insecticide do its work when I saw her red Mercedes in the distance. I climbed down and then went inside to use the bathroom and to wash my hands. I was thinking that Pamela was taking an awful long time to get into the house with my sub as I heard her scream. I ran outside to find that she had put one of my ladders up against the house and climbed up to look at the window not wanting to wait for my high lift. Instead of putting the ladder to the side she put on the windowsill causing the sill to give way and shift and allowing the ladder to slide from underneath which in turn scared the hell out of her. Pamela panicked and was frozen in place being afraid to move or to climb down. "Aaron, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall...ah its slipping!! She screamed "Get me down; Get me down, ah, ah, Aaron!! I grabbed the ladder and held it. "I have the ladder darling; just climb down you will be fine." "I can't, I can't I'm going to fall, get me down Aaron, get me down, ah ah ah ah ah ah.......................... I let go of the ladder and as I ran to my truck, I shouted. "You'll be fine, darling, don't panic. "Don't leave me!" She screamed and then she closed her eyes and started to hyperventilate. I drove my truck inches to the ladder blocking the bottom with the front bumper stabilizing the bottom. Next I took a second ladder and put it beside the one she was on and then tied them together with a coil of nylon rope. I started from the bottom and tied sections of our ladders together as I worked my way up and finished tying when I was standing next to her. "You are not going to fall, you will be fine. Open your eyes and look at me. Good, now takes some slow deep breathes and relax. You are doing fine; the ladder is stabilized and can't move. Keep looking at me and breathe.... wonderful.... you have such lovely eyes, darling... is that a smile I see, you have a beautiful smile. Don't look down, look at me. You can do this and I will help you. Will you let me help you?" Pamela nodded her head for yes and smiled. "Good, I'll be right here next to you until you are ready and remember slow deep breathes. I'm going to put my hand on your back and I promise that I won't let you fall........................" I talked Pamela down one step at a time with my hand on her back to assure her and stayed beside her until she reached the bottom rung where she stopped. I could see from the look on her face that she was starting to cry.... good, let her get it out of her system. I jumped to the driveway and put my hands around her waist, picking her up and helping her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground Pamela turned and put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. The floodgates let loose and she started sobbing and shaking. I held her and rubbed her back. It was nice to hold a tall, substantial woman for a change. Pamela complimented my own height of six foot/ seven inches. "It's all right you're safe now and don't be embarrassed because I won't tell anybody. Let yourself have a good cry, darling because I have a feeling that it is long overdue." I held her for a long while and when she lifted her head to look at me I then took her hand and brought her into her house. "I must look terrible." She said wiping her face with her hand. "Yes. But you had a terrible scare and you were crying; that is to be expected. I want you to lie down and take a nap." "You really are blunt." She said showing the hint of a smile. "Really, I'm fine, Aaron, I don't need to take a nap." "You will take a nap, Pamela, even if I have to spank you until you do." "You wouldn't dare!" She said, looking a bit unsure.... "You would spank me, wouldn't you... what if I called the police? "You won't call the Police, Pamela. This is between the two of us and will always be between the two of us. You felt the connection between us from the very beginning the same as I" That was our defining moment. Pamela looked at me for a good minute before she answered as if fighting with herself. "I don't want to be spanked, and you are right I won't call the Police even if you spanked me." "Good, it is settled then. Let me help you with your shoes and then I will help you off with your jacket." I helped her with them and then said. "Please turn around." Pamela's hair was fixed in a simple loose bun and I started taking the hairpins out and then I slid the elastic band from her ponytail. I arranged her hair over her back and shoulders before putting my hands on her shoulders to gently turn her to face me. "I am tired now, Aaron, actually I'm exhausted. Will you be here when I wake up?" "Yes darling, I have a good three hours of daylight and want to get as much work done as possible." I again took Pamela's hand and led her to the couch in the living room. I helped her lay down and then knelt down beside her. I touched her face gently with my hand and then pushed her long blond hair to one side. "Get some sleep for when you wake up you will be a new woman, my woman?" Finally I brought her wet a dishtowel with ice cubes wrapped inside for her face and to sooth her red from crying eyes before I went outside. It was starting to get dark when Pamela came out of the house looking for me. She was barefoot and was wearing baggy sweatpants and a faded and well-worn green sweatshirt with her college logo on the front Pamela's hair was freshly brushed and was loose over her shoulders with the front section pulled away from her face and secured at the back of her head with a large barrette. I had just finished my meal and I got up from the front porch steps brushing the crumbs from my clothing. "Well hello, darling, I hope you slept well and by the way thank you for dinner." "Aaron, don't you think that I'm too old for you?" "To use a cliché, you are as only as young as you feel. You are a beautiful woman, Pamela, tall and substantial with a marvelous figure. Being a vegetarian helps as does your treadmill." "How did you know that I am a vegetarian?" "For one you have no meat in your refrigerator and it is packed with fresh and frozen fruit and vegetables. You have an entire row of books your bookcase on vegetarian cooking only." "You can easily pass for a much younger woman and as far as I am concerned your life experience, maturity and imagination are a bonus. I have no interest in young immature girls or women and I have had my share of both. Career wise you are very good at what you do and almost always get your way... even with those in corporate above you. You have turned down promotions to stay where you are so that you can restore this house to an era of a simpler time when men and women knew their place in society and were content." "You love this house Pamela, and as big of a pain in the ass that you have been it is obvious that you appreciate the care that went into building it and you honor the craftsman that built it by restoring it as it was meant to be." "You may have your career. I won't interfere, Ms. Rogers. Your house, your car your money they are yours for you earned them. I want Pamela the woman and I will have you on my terms because that is what you want as well. Turn around and face away from me." I quietly commanded. Pamela turned and stood perfectly still. I put my arms around her trim waist and then kissed her cheek, putting my face next to hers so that I could feel her hair on my face and neck. "I saw the naughty websites, chat rooms, and message boards saved in your favorites on your lap top. I know what your fantasies and fetishes are and what you want and what you need, little girl. And I have read the stories you wrote about submissive women, one in particular, "Carmen the Cock Slave". That got a very good rating and many positive public comments praising it. You blush so nicely darling and it is very noticeable with your fair complexion." Pamela wrote: He had me blushing like a young girl and my face felt hot and I was embarrassed and loving it. I could feel Aaron's hard cock pressing up against me and it felt huge. Would he make me his cock slave now? Carmen could only orgasm with a cock in her mouth and I never had a cock in mine. What does his taste like? "Do you want to be my cock slave, Ms. Rogers?" I was too flustered to answer him, can you believe that, me? "Cat got your tongue darling, or should I say tiger? Do you still think that you can handle me?" "No, Sir." I whispered "Good answer, little girl, very good answer." As beagle9690 wrote in "Amish No More", "You do not have permission to speak........................." I put my hand at the base of my throat as if I was Minerva or Sarah and I nodded my head, acknowledging that I understood him. "Because of what just transpired between us I will be out of town most of the day tomorrow to tie up some loose ends. I'll stop at the store to see you before I leave. Now for a few mandates, I prefer skirts and dresses on women and on you in particular. You have magnificent legs, darling; I have seen you run so why hide them." Aaron took my shoulders and turned me to face him. "Do you shave your pussy, Pamela?" I shook my head for no, wanting to get down on my knees and suck on his cock. "I want everything shaved from the neck down and by everything, everything better be slick and smooth. As for your pussy twice a day should suffice. Do you remember what happened in to Carmen the cock slave when her master found stubble on her pubis Mon?" I nodded yes. Of course I remembered, I wrote it. Wolf, Carmen's Master, cut Carmen's beautiful, long gold blond hair brutally short with the scissors and threatened to shave her head and keep her permanently bald if it happened again. I loved my long hair and to fantasize about having it done to someone else was one thing and to have it done to me was another. "The rules have changed darling and I am back on the field and you are kneeling on the ground at my feet. When I return tomorrow it will be look and touch and taste." He kissed me again, this time on the mouth and he tasted like peppermint. I didn't want his kisses to end. Aaron let go of me and walked away leaving me quivering with desire for him, my God how I wanted him to stay. He was at his truck when I remembered I still didn't have permission to speak; he must have forgotten to tell me? I ran after him down the driveway and he turned smiling...he didn't forget. I stopped and put my hand at the base of my throat, smiling and looking down as is proper. He held my chin with his thumb and forefinger and gently lifted my head to look into my eyes and said. "Yes, you may speak." I put my arms around his neck and I hugged him crying happy tears now and it felt so good and I was so horny. Aaron buried his hands in my hair and kissed my mouth as no man had ever kissed me before and I thought his first two kisses were wonderful but this was one was even better. Not that I have been kissed by many men. Actually just one; we were teenagers and he was drunk and was groping me roughly while sticking his tongue in my mouth...yuck. I haven't had a boyfriend since my senior in high school because of my tunnel vision to achieve my career goals. My sexual outlet is masturbation fueled by unrealistic fantasies from what I read and write. With masturbation I have complete control as does everyone. Now everything is happing so fast and spontaneously. I am totally out of control and loving it.... what an idea for a story this would make. "I really have to go, my beautiful Lady, remember what I told you." After he left I drove to the drugstore to purchase new hi-tech razors and shaving cream, shampoos and conditioners, plus everything else I could think of to make myself even more beautiful for my Master. I might have gone a little overboard because I put almost $400.00 on my credit card and I didn't care because it was for him. I showered in tepid water washing my hair twice and then gave myself leave-in hot oil conditioner followed by putting on a shower cap so that I could take a long soak in a hot bathtub and pleasure myself. I filled the tub with hot water, added some vanilla scented bath oil and lit some vanilla scented candles. This is my daily routine except for the hot oil treatment which I do once a month and I change the scents to suit my moods. Normally I use my regular conditioners after washing my hair and use tepid water to wash out the conditioner. I was relaxing in the tub just thinking, thinking about him and getting aroused while imagining what it would be like to suck on his cock. All the men in my stories had long thick ones that were eight inches long or better and everyone knows that does not happen in real life. I was cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples, I have such sensitive nipples and have no one to suck on them... well now I do, oh God this feels so good and I am so naughty. Mother first caught me masturbating when I was ten years old and there was hell to pay. She told me that I was dirty and naughty and I got a terrible spanking; that was not the end of it. I had long blond waist length curls in those days and mother dressed me up like a little doll in frilly dresses and such. My hair was a much lighter then, being a golden blond that has since darkened with age. After my spanking Mother made me change into jeans and a tee shirt and took me to her hairdresser to have my waist length curls shorn from my head. When we arrived I was marched to the chair and made to sit down. Mother then talked quietly to Donna. I was left with a terrible short boy's haircut. It was quite short on the sides and back, about half an inch long and was tapered down with the clippers too about an eighth of an inch at my hairline. My beautiful hair was shorn down on the crown to 2 inches long and then brutally thinned with the thinning shears. Finally, Donna wet it down with water followed by a dab of hair cream and then parted it on the right to no avail; I looked like a tall gangly boy with wild cowlicks. Before she removed the cape Donna leaned forward and whispered. "I'm so sorry, honey." Mother then waited an hour for the next opening and read magazines. She then had Donna trim the ends of her mid- back length curly red hair. I was made to stand in the corner in front of the other stylist and customers as further punishment adding to my shame and humiliation: nobody know why I was given such a haircut, at least I will give Mother that. She dragged me out of the hairdressers and then hissed at me in the parking lot by the car. "If you want to act like a dirty boy you can damn well look like one, Princess? Just remember that I'm the Queen and it is time for you to grow up!" Mother then gave her head a toss followed my smoothing down her long red curls and was smiling. My Daddy called me that, Princess. He left Mother for a younger, mild mannered woman. His new wife, Jenny is rather plain but is so sweet and such a dear. She is not a beautiful woman like my Mother. I received short haircuts from that time on, although not as severe as the first, every six weeks until my junior year of high school when I started to grow my hair out defying my Mother. Then my full scholarships allowed me to move out and to attend college where I was finally out from under her thumb. God this feels so good and Aaron is so handsome, he makes me giddy when he kisses me. Yes, Pamela that's it, use your fingers on your plump little clit, oh I can wait to see him tomorrow...mmm... I'm coming.................... I was nodding off in the tub thinking about Aaron, he also said that we would be lovers as well; lovers.... then my cell phone rang. I reached for my cell phone annoyed at the intrusion but hopeful that the call was from Aaron. Perhaps my Master was calling to tell me that he was spending the night, what a naughty girl I was thinking that, my Master, as I hugged myself. "Hello Pamela, this is John. The coolers in dairy are down and I have shifted some things to frozen and shifted the rest where there was room. Do you have further instructions?" John was one of my Assistant Managers with an open schedule and he works various shifts. John is in his sixties and is a clothes hound always dressing to the nines favoring bright colored shirts and ties. He is also an avowed bachelor and he treats me like a younger sister. He is a very competent man and knows my store inside and out. As to the reason for the late phone call, I suppose that I do micromanage a bit. But damn it, my store is the top rated store with the highest sales volume in three states. Nobody complains when the Ice Queen gives them their bi-yearly bonuses. Shivering, I turned on the hot water to reheat my bath and slip down further into the tub before I answered. "No, I'm sure that you can handle things without me and I won't be coming down tonight. Thank you for calling but it wasn't necessary. You are more than capable of handling things without me and I'm lucky to have you." "Pamela, are you feeling all right?" "Yes, Johnny, I feel absolutely wonderful." I replied, wishing that I was talking to Aaron and hoping that he still might call. "Well... thanks for the compliment." He said a little surprised. "I will tell you more about it at our managers meeting tomorrow." After I hung up I checked the screen on my cell phone and it was later then I thought. I started shaving my legs and then under my arms and shaved twice wanting everything perfect for him. I was a little nervous about shaving my pussy having never done that before. Aaron said that he wanted it smooth and slick...I started with the scissors cutting off the bulk of my hairy bush. Next I lathered it well and shaved my pussy twice with a women's four-blade razor and then checked with a hand mirror for any stray hairs. Finding none I rinsed well in cool water to close the pores and then applied a soothing balm. Finally, I blow-dried my hair damp and then stood in front of the full length mirror behind my bedroom door. I ran my hands over smooth Pubis Mons and I was smiling pleased with the results. It felt wonderful and I felt so much cleaner as I admired my reflection; I did have a nice figure. I contemplated why I never thought of shaving down there before, I wrote about other women doing or ordered to do it. Was I really a beautiful woman, of course I was, Aaron said so and blunt has its advantages. I am certainly a healthy woman living a clean vegetarian lifestyle. I keep fit with yoga and my elliptical tread mill. I ran my hand over my tight stomach and then stroked my breasts. I watched my nipples harden.... I was most certainly a horny one. Horny or not I had a store to run with an early meeting with my assistant managers tomorrow. Fortunately, after everything that happened to me today I had no trouble falling asleep that night and my dreams were many and pleasant, particularly the last one. The dream I awoke from as my alarm went off the following morning....coincidence, I think not...a portent, perhaps. I was on my diamond throne; a throne carved from a perfect blue white diamond, cold and hard...the throne of the Ice Queen. It caught the light from the many beeswax candles high above in the chandeliers bathing me in its soft light and illuminating my regal and imperious countenance. My tiger skin cloak was draped over my shoulders, covering my nakedness. I was holding court over my obedient and loyal subjects. Suddenly there was a defending boom followed by more as the massive iron bound doors to the throne room shook from the repeated blows of a battering ram or the iron shod hooves of a warhorse. My subjects fled in terror to the far corners of the throne room as my armored knights rushed to reinforce the door. It was time; I sensed it in my dream as the formidable black paladin's ebony warhorse burst through the doors rearing up on its hind legs. The stallion's front feet rang on the stone floor as they came down. Those forceful blows caused the doors to be partially blasted from their hinges and the force of them opening scattered my dandy knights as if they were animated playing cards. The rogue knight sitting on this magnificently hung beast of war was dressed in battered and scarred black armor. He dismounted and walked towards me and I rose to meet him his challenge, convinced that I could handle him. I could not see his face through his visor and he pushed past me to stand before my diamond throne. "Your reign is over, Ice Queen." He announced, as I followed him and then stood beside him, now unsure. He then snatched my tiger skin from me and placed it over his shoulders, leaving me naked. "You may have it back when you learn to be a good kitty." Then in one fluid motion drew the long two-handed bastard sword from the scabbard hanging on his back. He smote with his blade shattering my diamond throne into a million shards that melted as if they were ice to a hot blue flame and with my throne so did my heart...................... I was up early to dress nicely for him, for my Master, and I selected a dark grey summer weight wool knee length skirt and matching jacket. I added my signature white blouse, selecting one with a ruffled front and then black stockings and black pumps. I carefully applied my makeup, paying special attention to my eyes and then I put my hair up in a loose bun...finally off to work and my managers meeting. We have our meetings in the café located in the store next to the delicatessen. John roped off our small section for the eight of us to have our meeting over coffee or tea. We were well into the spoilage inventory when a tall man wearing a scarred and well worn black motorcycle jacket approached our section. He was also wearing black jeans, boots and a black helmet with a full mirrored face shield and we couldn't see his face. He stepped between the chrome posts and over the green velvet rope. John stood up to confront him and was blocking him from approaching further. He looked like a bantam rooster challenging a bear. The stranger towered over John's five-foot/two-inches. "This is a private meeting, Sir; please step back behind the barrier." "Request denied." The man replied. "Sir, there is no need to be difficult, may I help you with something?" "No, I'm here to see the Ice Queen." Aaron replied, removing his helmet and smiling. Things got very quiet then with the Ice Princess spoken openly. "It's ok, John, I've been expecting him." I said, getting out of my chair and walking to them. Aaron handed his helmet to John while gently pushing him out of the way and John quietly took it unsure now how to react to the situation....you could hear a pin drop and Mary from produce and Sarah from health food were smiling. Aaron put his right hand my waist and his left arm behind my back and bent me backwards as he kissed me squarely on the lips like the sailor kissed the girl in white in the famous photograph called V - J Day first published in the 1945 Life magazine. He did it right in front of everybody and I felt my face getting warm and my heart was melting like in the dream...did I love him? "Good morning, darling, can I have a word with you please." Then Aaron let go of me and turned and introduced himself to everyone as my friend. He shook their hands and was smiling. He can be so charming when he wants to be. He made Mary and Sarah smile even more as they checked him out. I caught the knowing glance between the two of them as they looked at me. "Would you please excuse us, folks, I won't keep her long." Aaron took his helmet from John and then took his Lady's arm, mine, and we walked to the store's florist shop. Aaron removed a red rose from the bucket in the refrigerated display case and then handed Cindy the floral assistant in charge five dollars which more than enough to cover the cost. He removed a Cold Steel Voyager folding knife from jacket pocket and cut the stem before putting the rose in my hair. Cindy just stood there with her mouth open...good; it was my turn to give a little show. I put my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, his kisses were so good, yum, peppermint. "Where is your horse, Peppermint Knight?" I asked. "It is parked outside my Lady." He replied, laughing. "I'm surprised that you know the biker slang for a motorcycle is a horse." "I don't, but I would love to see your black horse nevertheless." "How did you know it is black...............................? Now for my two cents; as I said I am a jack of all trades and I do enjoy the company of women, one or two or more at the same time. I told Pamela that I was going to Syracuse to tie up some loose ends and not getting specific with Pamela, saying that I would see her at eight that evening. I was a bit of a rogue then; well.... I suppose I still am to a degree. The loose end was to terminate an affair with Susan, a very wealthy young married woman in her twenties who was under my thumb. The interesting thing is that in the beginning I did not know that she was married. I did not know how shallow and vain that Susan was, so unlike my Pamela. She does not realize that her husband, Mark is aware of our affair, Susan's betrayal finally made the man grow a set of balls. He will be taking over today now that I have taught him my methods and how to use them, his balls. I will be returning with a prize nonetheless and with or without her Mark's blessing. I refused to accept money from Mark and in Susan's case an offer of marriage and a life of leisure from the proceeds of her divorce. I left work early to do some clothes shopping; specifically to purchase a couple of nice dresses. Aaron said he wanted to see me mostly in dresses and skirts and that was that. I also went to Victoria Secrets to get some sexy undergarments. I hope that he likes black and white silk, I know he likes red?" I had a feeling that my Master would have definite preferences and tastes in clothing for me and I didn't go overboard like I did with my makeup. If he was like anything like Masters in the stories that I read or write about he would make those choices for me............ When I pulled into her driveway on my horse Pamela was waiting for me on the front porch. I was pleased to see that her hair was down flowing in dark blond waves over her shoulders and back to her trim waist. She was wearing a form hugging red lace tube top dress that stopped at her thighs and showed off her magnificent legs and left her shoulders bare for me to get at. Pamela ran down the steps and threw her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder...wow, what a greeting! Honestly, I couldn't wait to see her myself. I have never had a woman affect me like this before.... you don't suppose... no! I'm too much of a hound for that, and I hardly know her yet. I will get to know her while it lasts; we have a connection, but not that? "That was quite a greeting, darling." I said, hugging her close and then kissing her mouth. "Do you like my dress, Master? I bought it just for you!" She exclaimed, beaming. "You look lovely darling and I approve of that dress on you. You don't have to call me Master, Pamela, Aaron will do." She was running her fingers through my hair as if she had not heard me. "My hair used to be golden blond like yours is when I was a little girl. Can we go into the house now; I have something important to tell you." I took his hand and brought him into the house going right to the large overstuffed couch that I napped on the day before. We sat down together and I then snuggled up close to him and I put my head on his chest and sighed. "I have to tell you something because I know you won't tell anyone else." I confessed this to him because I knew in my heart that he would not betray my confidence. "You may tell me anything." He replied, pushing my hair to one side and touching my face. "Do you promise not to get angry?" "Yes, I promise not to get angry." "And you won't laugh?" "I won't laugh." "Do you promise?" "Yes Pamela", He said so patiently, "my beautiful Lady, I promise." And then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me while stroking my hair. "I've never been with a man before, Aaron." "Do you mean that you are a virgin?" "Yes, I whispered, snuggling closer." "A virgin, darling, what greater gift can a woman give a man?" "Then you are not upset?" "I am humbled by your confession and it makes me want you even more. Before your sweet confession, my Ice Queen I found it fascinating that you write erotic stories, especially given your profession. Or that your pen name is "sexy kitty". You would give me your virginity, how wondrous and priceless, my Lady." "Do you always know the right thing to say?" I asked, while sitting up and looking into his blue flames for eyes as I touched his face. "No. Not always, darling. Sometimes blunt has gotten me into trouble resulting in a punch in the nose in a manner of speaking if not in fact. My Grandfather had a saying that was right to the point although somewhat crude. He said, "Aaron, they are your balls so do what you want with them but in your case be prepared to duck." " "Aaron, will you take me out to dinner. I just have to freshen up my makeup and brush my hair....we can take my car." "I will be delighted and you may choose the restaurant as long as they serve a good rare charbroiled steak.........." We went to the Char- pit and I was pleased at the heads that she turned as we walked into together. Pamela knew the owner and many of the waitresses while I had never eaten there before. We sat close to each other in a cozy booth away from everyone. Pamela ordered a large Caesar salad, a baked potato, roasted vegetables and a small glass of Chardonnay. I ordered a rare porterhouse steak along with everything she ordered excluding the wine and added a carafe of milk. I made it a point to hold Pamela's hands while we talked quietly about our relationship. We talked about what I expected of her; the mandates that she would follow. What she could expect from me, plus what her safe word would be (one of the mandates) and then she chose her safe word; Minerva. Initially Pamela did not want a safe word and said that she trusted me. It was agreed that she would have two opportunities to invoke her safe word. In the event of the second invocation, either one of us could dissolve our slave/Master relationship if we felt it necessary. Pamela insisted on proper titles and I compromised as long as she agreed to the mandates. I also received many intimate touches and a few discreet kisses when we shared a piece of New York Cheese Cake. Back to Pamela's diary: Fortunately I made arrangements for my vacation before leaving work by taking two of my four weeks and when I told him my Aaron was so pleased. Although I am a little annoyed with him about the safe word issue; after all we are consenting adults. This was a minor annoyance. It was after dark when we left the restaurant. I could hardly wait to get home to my bedroom for him to make love to me and to suck on my first cock. Aaron had other plans and we drove almost to the end of a dead end road. I didn't know at the time that his home located at the end of the private dead road when we stopped. He reached over and gently touched my face. "I'm in the mood for some head, darling." "Please, not here, Aaron. I would much rather wait until we are in my bedroom." "Now, Pamela!" "Can we at least compromise, I'm sure that you are not interested in some mindless drone." As I said before, I was annoyed with him about the safe word deeming it unnecessary. Even Minerva of the Sanctorum was allowed a little leeway with Michael. "Pamela, you will do as you are told." "I don't think that I shall." And then I gave my head a toss just like Minerva would. Aaron reached over and grabbed my hair pulling me towards him and I foolishly invoked my safe word; "Minerva!" Aaron let go of my hair and then his face lost all expression except for his eyes; his blue eyes became ice cold...so very cold and I actually shuddered at the way that he was looking at me now. He was angry, no more than just angry; to him a mandate was not a game to be taken lightly nor was our relationship. "A safe word is just that; to keep you safe, or to get you out of a scenario where you are in extreme pain or danger. You should know better than that, little girl, we discussed it; I gave you my word and you gave me yours. You invoked it flippantly and in doing so diminished us both; we are not characters in a story. This is for real. I had planned on bringing you along slowly. Perhaps something drastic is more appropriate now." "Master, I...." He interrupted, growling, "Be silent, little girl." He got out of the car, locked his door and put the keys in his pocket. Next he opened my door and ordered me out and I got out afraid not to. "You have wasted one safe word and we will leave it at that. Shall we start over....do you want to start over?" I nodded, yes. He then wrapped his left hand in my hair gathering it into a ponytail and tugged sharply while leading me to the grass on the edge of the gravel road. "Then it all boils down to a matter of trust and obedience. Do you trust me, little girl?" I again nodded, yes. Letting go of my hair he said. "Obedience must follow trust....strip, I want everything off." As I was undressing my emotions were a complex soup boiling over. Apprehension and excitement of what was to happen next; the embarrassment of being made to strip in public and the risk of being seen by someone driving by and the ensuing humiliation and embarrassment to name a few.... Most importantly, I was never as sexually aroused as I was now anticipating my well deserved punishment followed by my sexual release. I wanted Aaron more than ever because in my heart of hearts I knew that I could trust him. Soon all of my clothing including my shoes was in a pile at my feet and he said. "My cabin is approximately two miles up this private road. Stay on the soft grass and you will be fine. I keep it mowed and free of debris. I will give you a head start and if you make it there before I do you may not be spanked. He then slapped my ass sharply and said, "Run." I was off like a shot running naked through the grass in the dark with my long hair streaming behind me. I wanted so much to be in my Master's strong arms and to avoid punishment because he was angry and rightfully so. I was desperate for his love and approval; for his peppermint kisses. I was feeling wild and free in my subservience to him. Three times Aaron darted out of the trees and grabbed me, stopping my desperate flight. He picked me up by the waist and swung me around as if I were a feather and then he kissed my mouth and face and he was laughing wildly and joyfully before silently darting back into the trees and slapping my ass sharply in encouragement. When the lights from his log cabin were in sight I gave it my all. I was out of breath as I approached the front porch, slowing down when I saw my clever Master waiting for me in the shadows. He was sitting in an oak rocking chair with his feet up on the porch railing. I dropped to my knees in the soft grass while he waited for me to catch my breath. Then I went down on my hands and knees leaning forward to put my head on my hands while exposing my vagina to be taken at his leisure. "Pamela." "Yes, Aaron." "Are you sorry, little girl?" "Yes, Sir." "I'm going to give you a pass, darling, you won't be spanked. However discipline will be maintained, does that sound familiar? Go into the house and get cleaned up. Then I want to see a ponytail and you will stand in the corner by the leather club chair. It is short notice but I'm sure that she will come....now scoot................................." I remember that night well. I was very angry with her at first; Pamela was very perceptive and now I am sure that she will easily learn to anticipate what is expected from her and how to act accordingly. I could tell from the look on her face that she realized that she overstepped her bounds. Afterwards she ran so nicely and how my darling shrieked the first time I came out of the tree line and grabbed her. I went to my garage while Pamela was getting cleaned up and I called Annette. She agreed to help with Pamela's introduction into the Community She would come to my cabin the beginning of next week for Pamela's piercing and to cut and style Pamela's hair to my preferences. Nothing drastic, I preferred Pamela's hair long as that was one of her mandates. The setting for the haircut was very important. Just as important was how it would be cut; Pamela no longer had any say about her hair, including the color. Pamela found the brush and elastic hair ties in the bathroom. She was naked in the corner with her hair up in a ponytail. I took a few peppermints from the dish on the reading table by the leather club chair and then put them in my pocket; peppermint is my favorite. I walked over to her and noticed that she had taken a shower and she smelled clean and fresh. "Did you find everything, darling?" "Yes, Master I found your note. I showered, shaved my pussy and brushed my teeth." "Thank you." I replied, as put a peppermint in my mouth and one in hers. "You may make yourself at home for the most part, darling; you will be here with me for the next two weeks. The good news is that she agreed to come at the last minute. Don't move from this spot as I will be taking my shower soon." I was left waiting in the corner of a dark room like a disobedient child, a child! Well I suppose it is better than being spanked and I will be spending my vacation with him. He can come and go so quietly when he wants too. I was straining to hear him return and then he was just there kissing my neck and his hot breath was on my face. I could feel his manhood pressing up against me and he felt huge....not that I knew what huge felt like, but I imagined it felt like this...just incredible. "Well, darling, it is time. What do I want?" He took a step back and I turned to face him. All that he was wearing was a white tee shirt and down below....his cock was huge. I couldn't take my eyes off that fat cock or believe how massive it was. It was just like the ones I write about and I wanted to suck on it. I went down on my knees and looked up into his eyes knowing that this was what I was supposed to do and he smiled nodding. I started licking the shaft of his cock with my tongue and it tasted luscious. I continued licking and kissing his long, fat cock and when I tried to take it in my mouth he cuffed my head lightly. "Keep on licking, darling, take your time we have all night." I started on his balls, licking and kissing while taking turns on the shaft of his luscious, incredible cock. I continued licking, running my tongue on the tip in a circular motion, teasing. "That's right darling, keep looking into my eyes, you're doing fine." I reached down to touch my little clit, I was so wet, and my sweet flower was swollen in my arousal. He cuffed my head again. "No, Pamela not now, you do not have permission for that yet....wait." "You may start sucking on my cock but watch your teeth." I started sucking on eight inches of hard fat cock and I could feel my juices running down my legs. "Slow down, darling, and watch your teeth. I started to suck using my lips and tongue and I could feel it throbbing and pulsating cock in my mouth. I was getting my first taste of the clear and pure pre-cum, merely the appetizer. "Very good darling, you are getting the hang of it; use your tongue more... that's it." He then took my hair out of the ponytail and let my tresses spill down over my shoulders and down my back. My hair felt wonderful swishing back and forth with its soft caress as my head bobbed up and down on Aaron's delectable cock. As he was coming, I felt hot globs of his thick and delectable cum full of his being pumped into my mouth and my orgasm peaked. I hungrily swallowed as it warmed my throat and my pussy contracted over and over as my orgasm took control. After I came, as all good slave girls do in erotic stories, I cleaned my Master with my tongue and soon got him hard again. "My bedroom is all the way to the back of the cabin." He told me helping me to my feet. "I will meet you there." Aaron went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and when he came out I did the same before I met him there. Like this log cabin that he built with his own hands Aaron's bedroom was all man. He made his massive and substantial headboard and footboard from logs with the bark intact to fit the custom made oversized mattress set he ordered because he was so tall. He also paid a seamstress to sew several bottom sheets together for a perfect fit. This bed dominated the room, particularly in regard of his choice in bedspreads. There was a huge grizzly bearskin on his bed and I ran my hand over it marveling about the texture. "Did you shoot it?" I asked. "I killed it to protect a child and her stupid mother and gutless boyfriend, but mostly to protect the child. "I suppose that now is a good a time as any to show you." He folded the bear skin and put it to one side while I pulled back the sheets and the white virgin woolen blankets wondering what he was talking about. Then he took off his tee shirt; Aaron had red terrible scars from the bite and claw marks on his upper back and shoulders. I got into bed with him and he just held me for awhile, stroking my hair and kissing me. I just couldn't get close enough to him and I was hoping that he would confide in me. He said that he would tell me the story in the morning, adding, "Tonight is your night, my little virgin." I am a tall woman and I have intimidated politically correct or timid men; it was ridiculous to call me a little anything. If anyone but Aaron had said that to me I would have been annoyed or angry and pointed it out and pounced on them. But not with Aaron, particularly not after the way he easily handled me as I tried to race him to the cabin. I found "little virgin" to be very sweet and comforting; I really was a virgin even though my hymen was gone. We made love lying on our sides facing one another and he was very gentle and considerate; I had two wonderful orgasms and he licked and touched me, especially my breasts in ways I never thought possible. Aaron knows how and where to touch a woman, as well as where and how to kiss. Afterwards I fell asleep next to him on that huge bed and woke up late the next morning snuggled up to him. I lightly touched his terrible, brave scars, kissing them lightly as not to wake him, which I did anyway. "Good morning, darling." "Good morning, Peppermint Knight." "Why do you keep calling me that?" He asked, pulling me closer and kissing my mouth. "Are you tired of Master, already?" "No, of course not, Master." I replied, and then I told him about my dream. "Such an imagination." He said smiling and I kissed his dimples. "As well as coincidental." He then added. "One of my first impressions of you was of a tigress with her claws and teeth showing. Your beautiful eyes, Pamela, tiger eyes; coincidence you see." I wasn't convinced; it isn't every day that a girl falls in love. "You said that you would tell me in the morning, Aaron." Aaron told me that he was camping alone in the Rocky Mountains to get away and think after his Grandfather died. "My Grandpa took him there when I was little. In those days it was not as built up as it is now. It was the off season in the late fall and I had a cabin, actually a lean-to in a far corner away from everybody. A woman, the woman's eight year old daughter, Cindy, and the woman's boyfriend rented a cabin with all the amenities in my camping area. Twice I went over to tell them politely to turn down the boom box, the third time the boom box met with an unfortunate accident. " "You broke it didn't you?" I asked and he just smiled. "These people wanted to feed everything in sight, squirrels, chipmunks, porcupines, you name it and they were drinkers, although he did pick up the beer cans after the demise of his boom box; he was all mouth. Cindy was attacked by a bear that the boyfriend was feeding beer soaked bread and then just beer, tossing sealed aluminum beer cans for it to bite and laughing when the beer squirted out and then bear drank it. To make a long story short I killed the bear with an axe." "What did the boyfriend do, did he help?" "He knocked himself senseless by running into a tree while trying to get away." "What about Cindy's mother?" "At least she tried to help, drunk though she was: she was mauled quite badly and almost died." "And, Cindy?" I asked. "She had minor injuries to her right foot. Cindy's Grandparents have full custody of her now. Mr. McKay, Bob, Cindy's Grandfather had the bear hide tanned and gave it to me as a gift." "Is that Cindy with you in the photo hanging in the hallway?" "Yes, that was the day Cindy was baptized at Saint Luke's, her mother never got around to that: I'm Cindy's Godfather." "Is the axe in the corner by the front door the one that you used on the bear?" "You are just full of questions, darling and that's the last question on the subject; will you eat eggs and toast for breakfast?" "Yes, what about the axe?" "I'll tell you after breakfast. Put on one of my white tee shirts and get started. Three soft poached eggs and four pieces of rye toast for me please. I'm going to get your Mercedes........................." My beautiful Pamela, how you made such a simple thing, poached eggs taste so delicious that morning; they were perfect. Not to mention the wonderful vegetarian dishes that you make for me now, my favorites being hot and spicy, like my lovely Lady. And when I returned with your car, what a wonderful greeting I received when you showered me with your sweet kisses convincing me then that perhaps this hound should stick around for bit................... "Yes, that is the axe." "May I look at it?" "Yes of course you may, I said to make yourself at home, darling." I brought it to him and then I removed the leather blade guard(sheath) and put it on the kitchen table. "This is considered a full size axe you see, a three and one-half pound head and a thirty inch handle. This blade style is perfect for the trees found on the East Coast and the handle is first growth hickory. It is made by Snow & Nealley in Maine. My Grandfather taught me my woodsman's skills and other things, things that they don't teach in the boy scouts." "Such as axe fighting?" I asked. "Yes, Grandpa worked in the lumber camps as a young man and being a Swede took pride in doing anything possible with an axe. He also taught me how to skin game with one and build a cabin; a saw is more efficient but won't stop a man or...." "Or a bear?" I interrupted. "A heavy caliber rifle would be best and a large caliber handgun better, however in a pinch an axe can be a fierce weapon." "Vikings carried axes." I pointed out, getting up from my chair and then standing behind while running my fingers through his hair. "Peppermint Knights and now Vikings." He said, smiling, so I leaned over and kissed his dimples and then his mouth. "Did you have a dream about Vikings as well?" I sat on his lap and then put my arms around his neck before answering. "No, who is she, and why is she coming? "Do you mean Annette?" He asked, kissing me. "Yes, if that is the woman coming on short notice." "Annette is part of the Community and will assist in your training." "Is the Community like the Sanctorum?" I asked. "The Sanctorum....No, the Community really exists. We are a small group of very private and discrete people, that's it. Annette will be here primarily for hair and makeup and for that she is the best. You probably won't like her nor will you be allowed admittance." "Why can't I be admitted, it sounds fascinating, Master." "Because you would be passed around and I will not allow that." "Oh....are you still....I mean...." "I'm member in good standing, yes, but I'm a hound, darling, and Annette has four lovers at present. To answer your next question, no she never was or never will be my lover. As far as the Community is concerned my status is now celibate. I will remain celibate until I share you with the Community or bring in someone else of quality, therefore celibate I remain. Annette coming here is a favor to me and nothing more. Did I say something funny?" "No, but I can't even imagine you being celibate even though I understand the context in the community or any contest for that matter. And besides, I don't want to share you with anybody; I'm your woman not theirs The Community wouldn't like this tiger when I showed them my teeth and claws." "Very well said, darling, I couldn't agree more. But you will do as you are told and cooperate with Annette." "Yes, Sir, will you take me shopping now?" "And you want to go shopping because?" "For you to choose my special scent of course." Speaking of Pamela, here she is now. "I'm ready, Aaron, how do I look................................. END OF CHAPTER ONE.

• Turning a Z into an S
• The Meeting

]]> http://erotichotstories.com/female-domination/tigress-to-kitty/feed/ 0 http://erotichotstories.com/female-domination/turning-a-z-into-an-s/ http://erotichotstories.com/female-domination/turning-a-z-into-an-s/#comments Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:44:56 +0000 admin http://erotichotstories.com/?p=24 Turning a Z into an S By: Editor of Sexrealm - 09 At my office there are all kinds of people, and then there is Zelina. I am all for diversity in the workplace, but whoever hired that girl must have been out of his or her tiny little mind. Zelina is a punk-rocker, and tries to hide it in a bad suit and long skirt. However, she is still a punk-rocker, with short wavy black hair, a contemptuous snarl on her lips, and enough muscle to topple a truck. I mean, this girl has lovely curves, and muscles, loads of them. I am guessing she does a lot of weights in her spare time, and she tries to hide this fact as well, but I have seen the tone of her legs, and once she shrug off her jacket trying to reach the top of a shelf, and I got to watch her rippling back, shoulders and midsection through her blouse as I was passing her office. She is an outspoken feminist, she has a girlfriend, and she never comes to the company parties. She stays away from everyone else, eating on her own, staying a lot in her office, that sort of thing. She is a mystery, but a very very hot one. The company we work for is a big merchant bank, and we have our own penthouse suite on top of the office building. We usually entertain foreign guests up there, there are spaces for them to stay during their visit, and we can hold company parties up there as well. It is also a great place to fuck if you feel the desperate need to. Right now, it was the only place I wanted Zelina Marx (yes, that's her name). I went up to the penthouse, cleaned it and then called the front desk asking them to get Zelina up here. A good ten minutes passed before I heard the elevator doors open out in the penthouse lobby, and heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I called, and the door opened. She was standing out there, in her conservative dark suit and long skirt, her blouse buttoned up all the way, and while looking exceedingly blasé she also conveyed the utter contempt she felt for getting called up here. "Yes? Oh... it's you..." Now the contempt was visible on her face. We had had a few run-ins in the past, she had caught me looking at her, and I had attempted to chat her up, or just carry on a conversation with her. It had not worked. She hated me. "Yes, I thought it was time you got to see this place. And I had an offer for you." I walked closer as she stepped in, closing the door behind her. I could only see some of her calf under the hem of that long skirt, but even the small pivot into the room was enough to cause the muscle under the smooth skin to flex. This girl had a lot more going on that she let on. "This is the penthouse, and it is the place where people can advance their careers very very quickly in this company." Her brows knotted, watching me as she strode across the room, to put some distance between herself and me. "Yeah, I have heard. Girls come up here as assistants, give some traveling rep a blowjob and becomes a personal secretary. That's just demeaning and stupid." I could see the fire in her eyes. Stuff like that really got to her. She was a dyed-in-the-wool ultra-feminist, and I had seen her with her girlfriend, so she was at the very least a bi, possibly a lesbian. "Well, I had this thought..." crossing over to the other end of the room I drew the big sheer blinds for the wide balcony door and windows, lowering the room in a sort of soft noon mist of light. "You know how I have been looking at you, and you know I want to see more of you, so I have this challenge for you." "And what makes you think I am even remotely interested in anything you have to offer, huh?" She put her hands to her hips, striking a pose, not overly theatrical, but very aware of how powerful this made her look. "If you succeed in this challenge you get my office." I saw her raise an eyebrow at this. I had a grand corner office, one of the largest on the floor. "However, if you are not interested..." "I am not above taking your office and sending you to the janitor's closet they stuck me in. What do I have to do?" "It is relatively simple. This place is set up to handle almost every activity you would want; there is a gym, a pool, a tennis court, everything. So I propose a challenge. Best out of three. You pick an event, and if you beat me at it then you get to pick the next one,. If you don't then I get to pick. The winner of that one picks the last." She made a face. Of course it was evident by me asking her up here that I would challenge her to fuck me the first chance I got, but still, the thought of that office was spurring her on. "And if you cheat and win?" She asked matter-of-factly while standing over by a low table in a couch-pit in the floor. "If I beat you fairly you mean? Nothing. You don't put in a stake at all. Unless you want to." "You are saying that if I beat you at... checkers, and then tennis, I get your office, and if I lose I just walk away like nothing happened?" "That's the deal. Interested?" I could see her thinking it over. In her dark outfit it was really hard to see, but I could imagine the body under there, and it was enough to make me throb gently in my trunks. "Sure..." She sat in the couch-pit, looking at me. "Come here. First event is arm-wrestling." I was a bit taken aback by how forward she was, but I stepped over to the couch sunk into the floor and got down into it, opposite of her. She had unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off her, now just in her long skirt and white blouse, the outline of her bra slightly visible through the material. She had ample curves, and could easily turn a man's head if she wanted, but chose to keep herself buttoned up. Her shoulders were wide, accentuated as she shrugged them, and placed an elbow on the table, her hand up. "Come on, I have work to do, I just need to beat you first." "Ready." I took off my jacket too. I wasn't badly built either, muscular and fit, but still, the look of her, even covered up like this, was enough to distract me. I placed my elbow on the table and reached up with my hand to hers. We clasped onto each other, positioning ourselves, our free hands gripping the edge of the table for support. "On three." I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. She had done this before, and possibly done really well at it too. "One...... Two... Three!" Her shoulder corded as she immediately applied pressure, her hand squeezing mine as she tugged hard to get my hand down. My hand gripped the edge of the table desperately not to get bowled over, as I struggled to maintain my position. Slowly her hand was pressing mine over, and the smile on her face, however concentrated, spread. Her muscular shoulder flexed as she pressed her feet down under the table, applying more and more terrifying pressure to get my hand down! I grunted, pressing back to hold my hand up, not wanting her to get to that critical angle where strength drains out of my arm, and I could no longer hold myself up against her. Hauling at her arm I slowly pressed my elbow down, twisting my shoulder over to slowly, slowly, straighten our arms up to their original position! Her eyes were blazing now as we were on equal footing, as it were, pushing at each other, shoulders flexing, the table creaking. Sweat was forming on my forehead, as on hers, as we battled for supremacy in this primal test of strength. I heard her draw for breath, saw her abs shifting under her blouse as the grunted, throwing herself into the contest now, applying more force to get me back into the position I was in a moment ago. I was struggling to stop her from doing just that, and with a gargantuan effort started turning her shoulder, her hand twisting slowly, as I was pressing her over, slowly, ever so slowly. I saw the blazing heat in her eyes as she pushed, felt the tension she was putting into her legs as she pressed, hard, to maintain her position, but slowly, inexorably, I was pushing her over. Her shoulder shook, as did mine, until finally I pushed her over the line where she could no longer press up, and her hand slammed down onto the table. "Hah!" Triumphant, I looked at her, seeing her face flush with effort, sweat glistening on her skin as she made a face. "Fukker..." Her voice was low, defiant, as she slid her hand off the table, massaging her wrist and shoulder. "So you won... and then you get to pick the next event?" "That's right. And I think you might do even better in the next one. It is a bit of a risk for me..." I saw a smirk on her face. She knew what was coming next. "You're gonna ask me to fuckfight you right? See who can get the other one off first? Well I have to warn you that you are nowhere NEAR my type, and there is no WAY you can get me off." The smirk on her face was evil. She felt she had an edge on me, and I knew it was true, but how could I resist the opportunity of taking on a girl like this. "You are right Zelina. Sexfight, whoever cums first loses. Anything goes. And yes, I may not be your type, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve that will make you moan, I am sure." I got up from the couch, unbuttoning the top of my shirt as she walked up to me, sliding in very close, letting me feel the muscletone through her clothing as she ground her hips at me a bit, then hooking her fingers to my shirt, popping another button. "So... once I get you to cum, I get to pick the next event, and beat you at that, and that office is all mine... mmmmhh..." she slid her hand into my shirt, caressing my broad muscular chest. "I can handle you, big boy, and you know it. Prepare to spurt." I slide my hands around her waist, cupping her incredibly toned ass as she caressed my shirt off, exposing my chest. She leaned in, her tongue flicking my nipples as she cooed, very convincingly. "You wanna cum for me don't you big boy?" I slid my hands up her ass, up to her lower back, tugging at her blouse, and slowly she moved, allowing me to pull it off her, dropping her hands to my belt as she did. Her waist was slim, abs contoured clearly under her pale skin, and she had a massive set of tits, D-cups in a heavy lace bra. She rubbed this lace bra against me now as she quickly undid my belt, sliding it out and discarding it on the floor before gripping the front of my pants. "Oh big boy is so hard... just wants my hand around it, and to cum so haaard..." she mocked as she pulled my pants open, slipping her hand down into my trunks, gripping my hard member. I had hooked my hands to her skirt, and as she started stroking my cock I pulled her skirt down, leaving her in her thong, her hand down my trunks, stroking my cock. "I will make you cry on my cock, until you can't handle anymore... Zelina..." I pulled her to me, mashing her tits against my chest as I grabbed her ass. "I'll milk you good" she hissed out. "We'll see who can handle who." I moved one hand up, unhooking her bra, and she let it slip off as she pushed me back into the couch, straddling my thick thighs, stroking my cock. With one hand still cupping her tight ass, the other caressed her face, slipping a finger between her lips to let her lick it, and then caress her nipple, pinching it slightly, slick with her own saliva. I rolled the pink nipple between my fingers, watching her muscular shoulders roll with the sensations rushing through her. "Mmh... We'll see... Come on......" She rolled her tongue to the tip of my finger before pushing down on my trunks, to fully stroke the length of my cock, feeling the size in her grip. "You'll be begging me to stop" she hissed out as she kept pumping her hand up and down my hard shaft. I slid the slick finger from her now rock-hard nipple down her hard abs, feeling them flex, and onto her thong, easily slipping in under them and fingered her gently heated folds, feeling her body's heat. "You... urgh... think so? You sure you won't... urgh yeah... lose concentration?" I fingered her gently, thumb rubbing her clit as I slid a finger up and down her slick heated slit. "Ohhh!" Her hot tight pussy fingered, her nipples rock hard as she panted, stroking my man-meat as she felt it stiffen. Her back arched as I probed her wet slit, her fingers wrapping around my growing manhood. She looked into my eyes as she slid up and down the veined shaft. "You're the one who will lose concentration" she hissed, moaning. I was grunting as she pumped my rapidly hardening shaft, the smooth veined member almost too thick for her to wrap one hand around, as I rubbed her clit, tapping it over and over as I gently slid two fingers up into her. I could feel her tight muscles spasming around the intruder "You... urgh... sure? I can see you... urgmmm... sweating allready." She was stroking my massive meat, moaning. Her tits were shaking as she slid up and down the length of the hard meat, rubbing the smooth vein, stroking the nerve. Her pale skin was shining with perspiration as she felt my fingers inside her tight cunt. "Ughhh yesss I'm sure!" She hissed out, flinging her black hair back, panting. I was rubbing her clit with my thumb, rolling it under the pressure as I slowly spread my fingers into a V in her, feeling her gentle strong muscles spread around it, gripping at them but giving way as I teased sensitive spots in her. "Fukk baby... you're tighter than I imagined." The grunted, feeling me spread my fingers inside her, her muscles tightened around the invading fingers. Her juiced coating them as she was feeling the size of the hard meat swell in her grip. She kept stroking, not slowing down, just taking long hard strokes as her ground her hips down onto my hand. "Uhhhh think you can stretch my hot wet pussy huh?" She spat out. "Oh I know it" I gritted my teeth as I moved my hand in her tight vice. "First with my fingers..." pumping them slowly in and out of her, rubbing her clit at the same time "and then... urgh yeah... hmm...mmm... with my cock... you know I can... Or are you scared of it?" She gasped out at the finger in her tight pussy, her juice rolling down my hand hearing the wet squishy sounds. She was still stroking my long shaft. She spat out in defiance again. "I'm not afraid of it...are you afraid my tight pussy will milk it dry hmmm?" She was still panting. "Uurgh,... urgh... no... bring it bitch... let's see what you've got!" I was fingerfucking her faster, rubbing her clit as her hand pumped my now massively engorged cock. She pulled her hips back, sliding my fingers from her wet cunt. She looked down at my size an through that facade of cool I could see she was a bit worried., still confident she could take it. "Bring it then" she hissed as she kneeled over my crotch pulling her thong to the side exposing her shaven puffy pussy lips, siding them over the shaft leaving a wet trail on it. I gripped her hips and gently pulled her into position, pulling my knees up behind her as I started pushing her down onto my upraised cock. The cockhead was almost the size of her fist, now pressing up at her opening, threatening to truly spread her wide! She grinned down at me, as I held her hips, her pussy opening just over the cockhead. Her pussy muscles pumped, ready to squeeze the hard meat as she lowered her dripping cunt onto the head, massaging the tip. "Mmmm you ready to get milked?" she hissed out looking into my eyes. She licked her lips, her pussy leaving my cockhead slick. "You ready to get stretched baby? Some women find it impossible to even fit unless they relax utterly... I don't want to hurt you... much ..." I countered. I pushed her down, and the massive cockhead started to ease into her dripping snatch, indeed spreading her tightness wide. I could see and feel her strong legs and abs shudder at the sensation of this massive intruder now pressing up into her! A small gasp escaped her lips as her pussy started stretching wider. She moved her strong hips a little to put the cock in the best position as she tightened her kegel muscles on the head pinching it in her tightening pussy. She put her hands on my pecs as she pushed down, feeling it slide deeper. I shuddered and groaned under her. The tightness was almost overwhelming, and the smile on her face was corruptive. My hands on her hips dig deeper into her strong flesh for a moment before I managed to focus. "You like it?" I groaned out, watching her strain to take the head of my cock into her tightening pussy, feeling the muscles trying to not just relax to allow the massive width into her, but also tighten around it to milk me. I admired her efforts as I pushed up, my knees bent up so I could gently thrust up into her tightness. The sensation was amazing, and I felt my eyes flutter, as I had to struggle to keep my load, she was so amazingly tight! She groaned and squirmed on top of me, my cock not an easy thing to handle, even for her control. Her nectar was coating it making it slip in easier as her pussy lips surround my shaft. She lifted her hips up up so that only my cockhead was still in her grip, then sliding back down, stretching open wide around it. Her strong muscles were massaging me, stroking the nerves protruding from the cock. I groaned, biting back the sensations, knowing I had to be aggressive to get through this. "Yeah that's right... worship that cock!" I teased, pumping with my hips, meeting her as she slid down, filling her quicker than she anticipated, listening to her catch her breath in her throat. This was the only way to keep her off balance so she could not work those muscles on me. I held her hips, pulling her gently back up as I slid almost all the way out, then pushed her down as I pressed up into her, overloading her! "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ughhh!" She gritted her teeth, feeling the hard cock slide in and out of her tight pussy, her kegels gripping the shaft again, squeezing the massive meat as I started to pump it. She wiggled her hips as she sat and pressed down to take the entire cock feeling it penetrate her womb I was grunting as I felt her powerful muscles spasming around the massive member, as I pistoned it up into her over and over, holding her hips still now so she couldn't move, controlling the motion, depth and pace as I stabbed up into her, filling her, then withdrawing, leaving her empty, then filling her again. I lifted my face, lapping at her swat-dripping nipples, as her tits jutted out just inches over my face. She was screwing up her face, feeling me piston into her, her pussy stretches then gaping emptily as I slid in and out. There was a pleasant wet sound as her pussy squisheed the hard cock coated with her oozing pussy juice. Her eyes were rolling as she was feeling me sucking at her nipple. She gasped. "Oh h!!" I grunted, doubling my efforts, setting an irregular and deep pace, sometimes hammering my cock up into her four or five times, then sliding out slowly, tortuously slow, then sliding up into her again, slowly. Hammering her cunt with another six deep hard blows, then slow again, keeping her snatch guessing, unable to anticipate what sensation would follow next! "Uughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She was throwing her head from side to side, gritting her teeth, grunting as I hammered in deep, her pussy trying to swallow the entire shaft then slowly pulling out and pushing in. She strained, leaning back, her firm heavy tits bouncing as she started to bounce up and downn my cock, her pussy swallowing the entire shaft. "Yeah that's it!" I hissed, slamming into her over and over as I felt her spasming, her strong thighs flexing and heaving, her abs and back moving, arching, as the sensations washed in over her. I drove into her tightness over and over, driving her towards the edge as I reached up, lapping at her exposed nipples! "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!Ggawd ughhhh!" She ground down hard on my shaft, the head of my cock pounding inside her slick tightness. She shook her head trying to milk the massive load from my balls. "Ughhh ... Come on!" she hissed out. "You still think you can take me?!" I was grinning as I was in my element now, holding her to me as I nibbled on her nipple, slamming into her over and over, her muscles formidable, but without any control she could only react, and I was pushing her limit with this irregular pace, spearing into her, stretching her SO wide! "OHHHHHHHHH!!!" she gasped as her pussy spasmed, feeling my teeth nibbling her rock-hard nipples. "Ughhh!" she slapped back down on me swallowing the cock deep as she wiggled her hips making my cock twirl inside her. She pumped her kegel muscles again, her pussy trying to milk me, moaning out over and over, desperate now. "OHHHHH!" I lifted her with my grip on her ass and hips, savagely thrusting up into her, then a quick salvo of rapid shallow thrusts just passed her lips, making her juices drip onto my hard abs and thighs. "Ughhhhhh GAWD!" she hissed out feeling me power into her. Her eyes went wide, and she drew a long gasp and started to shiver as she came, hard, spasming, squirting her juice as her pussy exploded over my cock! "Aaarghhh fukkkkkk! Shhhhhiiiitttt!!!" "Ah yess... that's it... cum hard Zelina... your pussy can take a few more..." I kept hammering, hard and fast, up into her spasming cunt, holding her in place as I looked into her eyes, seeing her glaze over, sweating. Her pussy was coating my cock with hot nectar, feeling me hammer away "Uhhhh gawd uhhhhhhh!!" My cock was digging deep into her tightness as she gyrated and wiggled. She was leaning forward now, panting in my ear as I drove up into her. I tightened my grip around the small of her back as I ground my hips up, completely filling her cunt, stretching it so wide she almost cried out, before pulling out and giving her four hard fast thrusts up into the spasming tightness! "Ughh gadwd!" she groaned out, feeling my cock stretch her. She gasped as I held her ass thrusting up again. She again started to cum hard on my cock squirting her juices over my thighs. I slid out, nearly all the way, and as she started to cum I pushed back in, one long deep hard stroke, filling and stretching her, feeling her cunt spasm and contract uncontrollably around my hard shaft! I gripped hold of her throat, holding her up as I saw her muscular abs and shoulders roll, crunching and spasming. She kept groaning out, as I was not letting her come down from this spiral of rapterous damnation. "Aarrghh you fukker! Oh gawd! Ughh gawd!" Her eyes were open now, staring as I pulled out and shoving in her tight pussy, gasping. "Ohhh your cock is so big!Oohhhh fuck!" she hissed out and swallowed it again as her pussy tightened on my shaft. I tightened my grip on her throat, looking up into her eyes as I drove her into higher climax, her pussy spasming round my wide shaft, unable to stop! "Uuugghhhh!" She gasped. "Ohhh gawd! Cum in me! Give me your seed!" Her pussy swallowing my shaft to the balls as she humped, feeling my fingers around her throat. I looked up as I hammered up into her, hard and fast. "You gotta cum once more, and scream for me." I hissed. On command her pussy gushed out its juices and she shook violently over me, hammering down, hard and slow as she came! I let go of her throat, looking into her eyes, holding her back in place as I drilled up into her squirting pussy, slapping her cheek to get her attention amidst all this chaos in her brain. "Who beats your pussy bitch? Say it..." "Ughh your cock is winning! Ohhhh!" She gasped feeling it stretch her so wide. In a long series of moans and whimpers, gasps and groans, she shook over me, her eyes tearing up. I slapped up into her again. "Need me to stop before you pass out? Or can you take some more?!" I slapped her face again as I drilled up into her over and over! She was just crying out with every thrust now, feeling my balls slapping her tight ass as she fell back, my cock pushing deep into her. "Yeah? Yeah?! You about ready to give baby?" I was smiling at her as I hammered into her cunt, feeling her body convulsing over me, held in place! "Not to you fucker! Uhh!" Her pussy was sliding up and down my shaft as she fucked me back. "Cum in my pussy... uhhhhhhh!" I slapped her face as I drove into you. "Oh yeah? You have some more gas left in the tank baby? I will run you till you can't anymore!" I kept pistoning up into you! She was gasping, hammering back down, slapping into my full ball sack. She pressed up to me, wrapping those muscular arms around my head, pulling me in between her big firm tits, her pussy was still fighting my cock. " "You fukker!! Uhhhh gawd!" She was shaking, sweating, fighting so hard. I was looking up at you, sliding hard and deep into you, slowly now, feeling her body arching over me. "Ahh yes, that's right... fight for it... let me hear you break." I hissed at her. "You can't break my pussy!" she gasped feeling me slide deep and slow holding it there as she gasped "Uhhh gawd! Noooooo! I can't let your cock win!" Her pussy squeezed on it. I rolled her over, pushing her strong muscular form down on the carpet, her strong toned legs hooked to my hips, spread wide as I pinned her down, hammering down into her pussy, deep and hard, stretching her so badly, filling you then pulling off, almost leaving her gaping, empty, then filling her fully again, again, again! "Ohhh gawd!" she gasped, feeling my cock stretch her tight pussy. She was panting hard as I pulled out to the fat head and pushed in, stretching her pussy lips again. "Uuurrgghhh!" She groaned out, feeling me hold her down, driving in deep. "Ohhhh gawd nooooooooooo!" "Yessss!" I hissed out as I drove into her over and over, feeling her entire body stretching and flexing under me, so ripe for a submission to my cock now! She flexed hard under me, screaming out, over and over, drawing deep ragged breaths then exhaling in a scream! "Yeah! That's it... How much you got left now Zelina? One more? Two? Or are you about done?" I slapped her tits as I fucked her hard, driving down, filling and stretching her. "Ohhh gawd!" she panted, my cock beating her tight pussy, screaming as her pussy juice coated my cock. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her legs hooked high, flexing, unable to protect herself from the torrent of orgasms I was subjecting her to. I was smiling down at her as I saw the light about to go out of her eyes. "Who just beat your pussy baby?" "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shaking under me, gasping and crying out over and over. "Your cock won! Its so big! Ohhhhhhhh!" I slapped down at her, watching your body arching and tensing under me, over and over "Yess... you're done ..." I pulled my now rock-hard glistening cock from her spasming pussy, her body collapsing back down onto the carpet. She was laying there, short black hair sopping wet from the proper fucking she just received. Panting. "Goddammit." That was two out of three, she knew. There was still a fire in her eyes. I rose off her, grabbing her by the arms and shoulders to get her to her feet, feeling her muscular legs bit unsteady. I looked into those fiery eyes as I wiped some sweat from her face "Now, it seems that you are losing out. If you lose one more then it is all over." Then again, I mused, if she kept losing out like this her mind might just snap into a new delicious shape. "Lose one more? Wait, you already won two out of three... is... is this a trick?" She was starting to try and regain her bearings, glancing for ways out, objects to use as weapons, a weak point in my grip. Nothing seemed to come up. She bit her lower lip. I turned her away from me, pulling her back so that those flexing strong shoulders rested against my broad pecs, my hands running down her sides, then up the hard belly, cupping her firm breasts, hissing in her ear. "You didn't think I was going to just let you lose out so perfectly then let you run, did you?" She chuckled darkly. "You beat me. You fucked me. What are you going to do now, hm?" She gritted her teeh, feeling me baring down on her. I slid my hands over her bare breasts, feeling them slick with sweat, pinching the dark nipples, twisting them, slowly, until I felt her shoulders roll. "I think I will keep it up. Somewhere under this rock-hard exterior there is a true little slut that just needs to be fucked out of her shell. Wouldn't you like that, Z?" I whispered, kissing her neck, tasting the sweat. She growled and tried to tear away by sheer determination, failing pretty quickly in her shattered, exhausted state. "Fuck you, I'm no man's slut, ass hole..." She fell back into my arms, my hands grabbing her body, her nipples reacting despite themselves. "No, that's true. However.." I was playing her nipples, slowly kicking her legs spread as I moved behind her. "I think that you WILL be... once we are done here. Ah yess..." I hissed as I felt her body reacting to the sensations those firm wonderful tits were being subjected to. She could barely even push anymore as her legs were kicked out, spread, losing her balance, falling forward, feeling more helpless than ever. I pulled her back up, my hands hard on her firm soft tits, kneading them as I pinched and played with those lovely nipples, relishing her weakened state. "You are not getting away... you might as well enjoy it. It is not like you can resist it forever." "You want to fucking bet, you bastard..." She hissed, letting out a half cry, half moan as the nipples are tweaked in a particularly sensitive spot. "Look, you've won, ok? You won the damn contest. Just let me go and you won't have to see me again." I slid a hand off a firm tits, feeling the barest hint of a moan through the hard body as the stream of pleasure-mixed pain stops emanating from that orb, the other still being manhandled. My hand slid down, over her sweat-slick and hard abs, down to her throbbing sex. "Why would I let you go? When something this perfect drops into my lap it has to be taken for a spin..." I hissed, palming her pussy slowly, as I moved behind her, the familiar hard prod of my cock now evident on the back of her muscular thigh, moving up. "Ahhh ahhhh... aghhh you... bastard..." I could feel how she hated this. Why was she reacting? Feeling my cock pressing, close now to fucking her for the second time today. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to deny reality. I was rubbing her pussy slowly with one hand, her tit with the other, as I move slowly behind her, guiding my cockhead up to her opening, kissing her neck. "And yet you are going to cum so hard Z... Right here... in this grip... and scream." "No no no... it's not true... can't be..." She felt the cock lingering. She hated that, hated that I was stretching this moment out nigh to eternity. And yet, was that a trace of new wetness forming in her pussy? Was it readying to take something deep in...? I was moving slowly, purposefully, pressing my hips up, feeling her tight ass mashed up against my lower abs as my cockhead started stretching her pussy WIDE again. "You sound like such a hard case Zelina... I think... urhg" I grunted, sliding deeper into her. "I think you will need a new name when you are properly tamed." "New name? New name?! FUCK YOU!" She cried out, and yet, in her struggles to escape, she ended up slamming back into the massive cock impaling her. Her eyes went wide (and so did her pussy) as it filled it up. "Oh... fukkk..." "Aahh yes... That's the warrior spirit... that's what I want to.. urgh yeah... feel." I smiled, my hand sliding to her clit, rubbing it slowly as my other hand held her in place, kneading and pinching at a dark nipple. She was pounding down against my cock, viciously, as if her pussy was a weapon, growling and gnashing like a beast gone mad as I roughly manhandled her, nipples erect under my hands, whole body wired, slamming down on the cock again and again. I smiled as I thrusted up into her, my fingers rubbing at her sensitive pearl, making her sweat as she fuck back hard. "Oh good... let's see who destroys who huh?" I moved my hips back, pistoning up into her, eliciting a flexing arching of that muscular body as I rubbed her clit! Bent like a bow she continued to slam down hard, almost in a frenzy, shrieking in pain/pleasure/fury, as if her personality was throwing everything it had at me, pouring sweat, her pussy getting drilled raw as I bored into her. I slid my hand off her tit to the throat, closing my fingers around it as I let her lean forward, using the arching in her muscular back and the tensing of her legs and ass as a weapon against her as I held on to her hips, rubbing her clit, and now around her throat as I SLAMMED into her! Her air supply being drastically reduced, her strength fading now, she slammed harder than ever back, with a power out of sorts even for her muscular body... one last blow, as she was beginning to almost black out. One last blow and the dam burst... she came. Hard. Again, but far, far harder than the last time. Erupting, spasming as she fell back into me, sloppy wet, moaning, hot angry tears rolling down her cheeks. I rolled my arm up around her throat as I hooked her up to my chest, the strong sweat-covered back spasming against my chest as I rubbed her clit, feeling her up on her tip-toes, flexing and shaking as she came so hard around my cock, the best the warrior had to throw out and now vanquished, whispering in your ear. "That's right... cum Salinda." She shot into another orgasm, Salinda's first, erupting too. "Ohhhhh, ohhhh fuck yes. Yes, yes yes YESS!!!" She was losing it again, but falling back into me once more, but a different noise. Not of defiance now, almost a purr, a luscious, warm, pleasured purr. "Good girl" I was holding her still now, rubbing her clit as I felt her body writhe and squirm in my grip, not to get away, but to get more... so much more. "Salinda likes cumming on my cock doesn't she?" She was settling back from her orgasmic peak into the pleasure of my fingers on her clit. "Y... yes..." Something in the voice had cracked, it was more sensuous now. "Salinda? You want to cum sitting in my lap... let me play with your tits and make you cum again?" I kiss at her strained neck, holding her up as I rubbed at her clit, still moving my cock in and out of her stretched pussy, "Yesssss..." almost an animal hiss, she reclined back into my lap, beginning to gently rock against the cock that had just conquered a piece of her soul as I handled her warm, slick tit and clit. I put her firmly back onto the carpet, feeling her legs sway as I slid from her pussy, feeling her lower abs tensing at the loss of the sensation as I let her stand on her own, going over to the couch, sitting down. "Come here Salinda." She turned, and there was a look on her face, how she missed the feeling of the cock in her pussy. She walked -- tottering all the way -- over to me. She was smiling like a great weight had lifted. I smiled back as she approached, the difference in stance and motion is evident, and the look on her pretty face, the calm little smile, almost coy, and yet so lustful. I sat back, my cock hard, pointing straight up. "You can sit on my lap if you want... but then you have to kiss me first Salinda." Something, in the back of her head, memories of kissing her girlfriend after a feminist rally, but it didn't disturb her enough. She wondered at the thought for a second, then leaned in for a kiss, lips opening. We kissed softly, my hands caressing her sweat-dripping waist, hips, tongue lapping at hers before breaking it softly, looking at her. "Come here Salinda... I have heard that you have the nicest tightest pussy in the office. Care to give me a demonstration?" She was melting into the kiss like warm butter. The words about the office triggered something. "Wait, Salinda sounds... different. Z... Zel... something. Is that my name?"She turned around, wet pussy descending onto the hard cock. I guided her hips down, my cock pressing up against her pussy, slowly pushing her wide around it, so slowly now. "Oooh that is... so warm and tight Salinda...Can I... touch your breasts?" "Mmmm... oh yess... but you don't have to ask... just touch them... rawr..." Her brow furrowed again. "Zelina? Was that my name?" I moved my hands up, caressing her sweat-covered tits, pushing them together, slowly rubbing them as she sank down further on my cock "Salinda? You really should use your wonderful tits more... Give titfucks to the guys at the office... You look so magnificent, I am sure they would love it." "Mmm, thank you... oh yes, that feels so good, i love it when my tits get fucking handled like that... sooo good..." Yet something about the tit-mauling brought up memories too. "One of them tried to touch them earlier... was it this morning? But i think i was rude to him... he called me "that damn dyke Zelina" or something. OH, but I don't like office clothing. It's so boring..." I moaned softly as she sank down on my cock, feeling her hips moving slowly as I caressed her tits. "Oh don't worry about it Salinda... If you just smile pretty I am sure you can wear whatever you want and noone will stop you..." I moved her up a bit as I moved my hips under her, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock. "Oh... are you going to cum on my cock now, Salinda?" I saw a sparkle in her eye as she smiled. "Yes Sir." And cum she did. Almost on command, like I had won the war over her pussy and now it was a loyal soldier. Another gushing wetness came down from her pussy. I smiled as I felt her sink back against my chest again as I caressed her tits, feeling her heaving and sweating, amazed at her stamina. "Salinda..." still feeling her cum, her mind breached wide open. "You really should grow your hair long and blonde again... To be pretty for the boys in the office" "I don't think so." She made a face, nose wrinkling, an old gesture of Zelina's. "I don't really like blonde, or long..." I felt her resistance, quickly pushing her off my cock, turning her so that she straddled my lap, gently positioned over my cock, letting her sink down again, her pussy gushingly slick now, heated and oh so sensitive from the torrent of orgasms she had already endured. "Oh of course you do. Long flowing platinum-blonde hair to make the boys happy." I hissed to her as I looked up at her face, seeing the expression pained, conflicted. "Ahhhh..." she moaned as it sank into her raw, battered pussy. "No. I just don't like blonde hair, especially platinum. Ick. Ick. Too many women do it just to make random guys happy or some shit." While still far more docile, she did start blinking, like there was something she couldn't quite recall. I looked up at her as I slid my hands in under those muscular arms, gripping her shoulders from behind and slowly, slowly bending her over backwards, her legs trapped straddling my massive thighs as she was bowed over backwards, her proud tits sticking up as I violently shoved my hips up, impaling her completely on my cock! "Ahhh! What are you doing?!" She called out, surprised. She was fucking like I had asked. I could see that Salinda thought she was being good, if a little bratty. I just grunted as I pulled her down, arching her harder, my cock slamming up into her battered pussy. "Urgh... Salinda WANTS long platinum-blonde hair!" I called out, slamming into her again, again, hard as I twisted her almost over! "She enjoys men looking at her like a simple piece of fuckmeat!" She wriggled, though not resisting nearly as fiercely as Zelina had done. "No no no! You'll have to cut it all off me... I won't do it! I've been good. Fucking you like you said..." Hiking my shoulders forward, I latched my lips onto her upturned nipple, biting down hard into the dark nub as I slammed my hips up into her, then releasing with a hard Pop! "Yes, shave your head, wear a long flowing wig until it grows out... and you will love it!" I hissed as I kept slamming up into her as her muscular body was turned into a pretzel in my lap. "Argh! No, you can't! Not my hair! You beast!" Bent over, body rendered totally, painfully immobile, she was still crying out. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Each word gets a long hard thrust up into her, feeling her legs trying to unknot themselves but I hooked her feet under my thighs, locking her into position before I returned to torturing her nipples, nibbling, lashing and then biting and blowing on them! "AGGHHH!!!" She screamed out, then collapsed, limp, as she had one last orgasm, pussy by now horrifically raw. I slowly pulled her up, her sweat-drenched chest mashed up against mine, feeling her body spasming slightly as I whispered in her ear. "Salida wants her long platinum-blonde hair... halfway down her back, so the boys will think you are pretty, right?" "Yess..." More tears now, her face relaxing. "Yes... whatever you say..." Knowing that soon her locks would be gone, replaced with a wig. One more part of her stripped away, replaced, changed forever. She came again, her body convulsing gently in my lap. I smiled, feeling her pussy spasming weakly around my cock, unable to contain herself or her reactions as her mind was being picked away. I kissed her gently. "Salinda is such a lovely slut, never says no to giving a blowjob, handjob or titfuck in the office. You like that don't you?" I caressed her exhausted body, feeling that she was nearing the end of her rope, wits and endurance now. She was close, almost blank, ready for the leash, almost droning out her response, like in a trance. "Salinda is just meat... only womanmeat for their pleasure... only purpose is to obey...... Obey and be good..." "She loves it when they call for her, wanting to please them, see them enjoy her...... Salinda is such a nice girl... A good girl. " I held you close to me, kissing her gently, feeling how her breaths are ragged, uneven. Had she not been in such marvelous shape this might have given her a heartfailure, due to the strain. Now she was strong, strong enough to take it. "Yesss... a sultry, lusty slut..." she whispered as her mind approached zero. Open, malleable, ready. I slowly lifted her off my cock, placing her on her back on the couch, hooking one strong leg over its back, the other hanging limply to the floor as I kneeled between them, licking my lips "There is one more thing I need you to do Salinda. Will you be a good girl and do it for me?" I caressed her sweat-covered body, feeling it heaving and twitching, so broken and battered. "What is your will?" her voice was almost distant now. I leaned down, tongue flicking at her clit, causing the hips to jerk, the body wracking with the sensation. "I want you to cum, hard, and scream out "Good night Zelina" when you do... Can you do that for me?" Then I returned to lapping softly at her clit. I felt after a moment she had it in her, one last cum as my tongue soothed and aroused badly battered flesh for one last go. "Good night ZELINA!! She screamed it at the top of her lungs, with one last explosive spasm! I kept lapping at her clit, amazed she had it in her to cum so hard, and how fast she got to her breakingpoint with this simple application. I rested the tip of my tongue on her clit, feeling how her entire body was heaving and quaking, letting her ride our every delicious moment of the orgasm, until the muscular frame slumped, weak, into the couch, her eyes fluttering, rolling back into the skull, closing. She was blank in that void, all that ferocious energy poured out. A tabula rosa. Ready for use and remaking. I was sitting beside her, watching Salinda stirring on the couch, the sun having long set over the city outside, the building empty now apart for the two of us. I smiled, watching her, having gotten dressed and collected some things from a friend, waiting for her to awaken. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. The halflight of the city coming in through the wide windows. "W... Where am I?" Her body was sore, her pussy in particular. "What happened?" I handed her a towel and a wet sponge. "You and I played a little game Salinda. Congratulations. You won!" I caressed her cheek slowly. "Now you can clean your self off a bit and then I can show you what you won, ok?" I gave her a big fluffy white robe, Zelina's clothes long gone. She nodded, wanting to obey at a deep, deep level, smiling. "Oh my. That sounds great. I like winning things..." Her lips curled up further. She sponged herself down thoroughly, flesh already glistening to start her first new day. Drying off, her short black hair sticking out at odd angles. She tied up the fluffy robe, which still left her curves amazingly unhidden. "Yes, you were very good. First of all, there is this..." I reached into a bag, pulling out a long platinum-blonde wig, giving it to her. "I am not sure we can get it to fit though. Try it out." She did, but it failed, handing it back. "Yeah, I think you're right. Plus it'd just be itchy with all this wet hair underneath." "Yes, That's what I thought too, but we can fix it." I said, taking out an electrical clipper and shaver from the bag. "Just lean back in the couch and I can get rid of your wet hair, and you will look great with this instead." I saw her hesitating for just one second, but obedience took over, she leaned back on the couch, hair wet and ready. Still smiling. It would feel good to have a clean scalp, ready for that gorgeous wig. I walked around the couch and caressed her cheek gently before thumbing the trimmer to life, letting it slide up the back of her neck, and the buzzing changes pitch as it dug into her black hair, letting it drift to the floor in wet chunks. It left clean, pale scalp underneath. The last vestige of her old life leaving. A blank drone, ready to be re-dressed, dolled up as its owner sees fit. I turned the clipper over to the shaver, the buzzing a low drone, the vibrations buzzing into her head as I carefully cut away any black stubble. The steady hum lulling her, she felt peaceful, content. Soon even the stubble was gone, the scalp completely shaven. I gently caressed her shaven head, then helped her fit the long blonde wig on her head. It fit perfectly, she felt it, pale blond as metal, straight down to her waist, snug over her fresh, new flesh. She already felt like a different woman. I slid my hand down her cheek, as I circled back around. "You look very good Salinda. Open your robe for me. And here, take this" I handed her the fast-acting painkiller, only good for fifteen minutes, but I wouldn't need more. She swallowed it down easily, robe opening, D-cup tits perking up. It felt good, so good, to obey. Slowly kneading and caressing her breasts I knelt between her legs, taking out the object from my bag, looking like the bastard child of a scissor and a heavy metal clamp, fastening something to its inner working as I leaned in, kissing her left nipple. She looked surprised for a moment, but offered no resistance. Salinda was obedient and anything done to her must be for the best. Feeling her nipple perk up in my mouth I pulled my lips off it with a wet plop. "Now Salida. This will sting, but that just makes you wet, right? You like it when it hurts just a little?" I pinched the nipple slightly as I brought up the clamp to rest on her warm titflesh, the metal cold and alien-looking "Oh yes. Hell, Salinda likes it when it hurts a lot." She purred. I set the clamp around the nipple, looking into her eyes. "You can rub your pussy if you want." Seeing her hands instantly settle over her clit I adjusted the clamp, a slow cold pressure on the nipple, then a sharp metal CLICK! and the piercing pain of the guidewire being shot through the nipple, the cold hemming the bloodflow as the ring is threaded on. It dangles, prettily, from the nipple, an instant piercing. She moaned deep as the beautiful ring took its place, forever planted on her nipple. Her fingers were toying with her pussy. "Oh yesss, please do the other one..." she moaned. I slid the heavy clamp to grip the other nipple, watching her eyes. "I am sorry I can't fuck you right now... you look so hot Salinda." I let the clamp settle on the dark hard nipple, and then trigger another sharp metallic CLICK! and she now had a ring in each nipple, sparkling. She moaned again as her nipples were turned into a beautifully matched pair. So delicious now. Ringed like a good girl. "It's ok, Sir. we can't fuck all the time." She tried to sound soothing as she rubbed her pussy. "Good girl. I just wanted you to know that I think you could have made me cum with your pussy if we had the chance to do it... now. " Smiling I played with her nipples, feeling her draw for breath with the sharp sensation. "Stick out your tongue for me." I watched her as I adjusted the clamp. Instantly her tongue flicked out like a serpent, eyes glancing up lusciously, ready for the tongue stud. She realized at some level that this would impede her speech for a bit. But mouths were primarily for other things anyway. I leaned in to suck on her tongue for a moment before sliding the clamp in place, and then seeing her shoulder wrack with the quick pain of the CLICK! as the stud is fastened in the middle of it. After a second, it withdrew back in the mouth, as she felt the stud take its new spot. Silent now, but her eyes did the talking, along with her wettening pussy. "Spread your legs. One left." I slid down on my knees between her strong legs, adjusting the clamp, lapping gently at her pussy. "You like what you won huh Salinda?" She just smiled, legs spreading. Wet pussy flesh loving the feel of cold metal. Slowly I fastened the clamp over her clit, watching her, then triggering the device, the sharp CLICK! making her hips jerk as the stud is shot through the aching pearl! "Ahhhhh!"A sharp inhale/exhale as her much-battered clit got its improvement. She settled back in, almost cumming right there. I looked up at her as I rubbed her now so sore and over.-sensitive clit, forcing the new sensations into her. "That's ok Salida. I know it hurts. You can cum... and it will feel a lot better. You still have two prizes to go." "AHHHH!" The very words were magic to her ears, as she let out a brief but shuddering orgasm. The clit felt so, so painful, but so, so good. "Mmmm, still two more? I'm getting curious." She moaned out. I reached into my bag, slowly taking out what looked like a small leather thong. I lifted her legs slowly, sliding it up her calves and thighs. "Now... I know you want to, but you are not ready to fuck everyone just yet Salinda". I grinned as this immediately made her pout. "So to help you I will put this on you. You can still do a lot of other fun stuff though, like blowjobs and titfucks, ok?" "What is it, Sir?" I could see in her eyes that she was feeling the mysterious new piece of attire, with some... parts... on the inside, slide up her legs. She did pout a bit, but curiosity was even more overwhelming. I slowly adjusted it as I slid it in place. "It is your chastity-belt, just to let other boys know you are not quite ready to fuck them. Yet." Sliding the leather and latex thong in place, with it slight slit over ass and pussy allowing her to visit a bathroom, but with a small hook which hooked into her clitstud, and a small bump resting against her opening. She looked down, seeing the lock that attached to the hook, the only way to release it. Feeling it not slide at all once it's in place. "But won't that mean I'm just horny all the time while they're getting off?" "Yes, but that's ok... I will let you take it off. Oh yes..." Caressing her long strong legs as I clicked the lock closed, securing the garment in place, the stud hooked to the inside of the garment, the straps slug into her hips and crotch. "I am the only one with the key, so if you feel... overwhelmed you can come to my office. Or my flat. Here is the key to my home." I hung it by the hook holding her clitstud, so that it rests like a decoration on the garment. "One more now" "Oh! What's the next one?" Excitement overcoming her brief dismay at getting her pussy locked up. The key dangled on front of the leather/latex thong, undulating her hips, so that it gently bumped into the material, over and over, lewdly stimulating herself. I watched her, the robe open, her body aflush with sensations, a slight sheen of sweat from the sensations the piercings caused, still moving slowly, as she rubbed herself against the chastity-thong. "The next one is the big price. It is a true honor for you to wear, and it is ok if you cum when I put it on. It shows everyone what a really good girl you are, and that they must respect you for your skills and attitude from now on. Noone will question it." I took the collar from the bag, showing it to her as I slid the cold metal decorations on it up her abs, over her tits, towards her slender neck, kissing her skin as I leaned up after it. She was purring, whole body awake now, ready, so ready for it. "Want to kiss me before I put it on? Your last kiss as a free woman, Salinda?" I smiled, watching her, feeling her hips undulating softly under me as her body revved itself up She leaned in, kissing me deeply, tongue dancing with mine. Eyes closing, ready for the collar to close too. I kissed her deep, drinking in the taste and smell, heat as I slid the collar around her slender neck, clicking it in place, feeling her stiffen under me, shuddering as the kiss becomes insistent, the entire body heaving under me as she was brought fully into my service. A massive, wracking orgasm shakes her to the core, losing herself completely. Zelina the warrior was gone forever. Salinda the obedient slut had taken her place. End.

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