001 Agent Fatale Slave

Please forgive any spelling mistakes. English is not my language. Translator software is not very good. So I tried edited every sentence as best I could. Thank you for your understanding. I hope you can still enjoy the story.

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001 Agent Fatale: Slave

Special Agent Sandra Morales is 27 years old.

She inherited her pretty appearance and always slightly tanned skin from her Brazilian mother. The analytical mind of her American father, a recognized professor of forensic science.

8 years ago, she was 19 years old, she attended an NBA basketball game with a friend. Somehow they got into the catacombs and Sandra took a wrong turn somewhere. The fact is that after the game she suddenly found herself a bit helpless in the dressing room of one of the teams. The beautiful young woman stood between 20 naked, huge basketball players, almost all of whom were naked and came out of the shower. She still smells this scent of sweat and shampoo today. But that was a very special experience for her. One of them spoke to her.

"Hey girl, what are you doing here? Nice tits you have! Should we close the door from the inside?" That was the day that changed Sandra's sexual life. She felt how an incredible was bubbling inside her and how she had this one dream every night for the next few years. She dreamed of lying naked and tied up on a table in this cabin and these huge men with their big cocks were standing around her. This dream aroused her every night.

Later during her studies, she met the wrong men. They believed that they were satisfying their submissive and masochistic inclination with violence. Of course, that was the wrong approach. For Sandra, it means lust. The first and only man who could really recognize her lust and inclination is Ron Dexter. Ron Dexter, the smart investment banker, likes to mutate into a tough but emotional dominator. Sandra Morales, the merciless agent, mutates into a submissive slave in his presence. The two are a dream couple in this respect. Everyone has their role and everyone still has a different life.

Sandra was the best participant of the last 10 years. She passed each of her exams with the highest grade. She has the highest belts of all martial arts. Whether it's karate, judo, teakwondo, kickboxing and everything else. Their IQ is well above average. Special Agent Sandra Morales was responsible for all cases in her organization where conventional ways do not lead any further. This is where her perfectly shaped body comes into play. Her appearance drove every man crazy. Her appearance opened all doors for her, even into the bedrooms of the powerful bosses.

But only one man is allowed to completely dominate Sandra Morales: Ron Dexter

***

Sue:

Ron Dexter strolled calmly through the narrow streets of Old Los Angeles. He especially loved these many small shops in this area, combined with the phenomenon that he kept discovering new shops. That's what happened again today. "Movie-Toy's Open" This is what it said on an oval, older sign made of hand-painted enamel. Ron's curiosity was aroused. He entered the shop, which at first glance seemed very small, but very crowded. The shop was crammed with exhibits from film productions of all times. A petite Asian woman reacted to the doorbell ringing. She was a little older than him, greeted him very friendly.

"Feel free to look around, sir." She had a sweet Asian accent in her voice. Ron could well imagine that John Wayne must have been a customer here. There were all kinds of fake products, but also all conceivable objects that served as props in some blockbusters.

A well-known highlight was certainly the brandy bottle made of sugar, which used to be used in every Western. In every western, it was used somewhere at some point by being smashed over someone's skull.

"Are you looking for something specific?" The Asian woman ask him politely discreetly.

"No, basically not, a very nice shop. I like to look around, although..."

His gaze fell on a stand on which well-stocked whips in all kinds of designs hung.

"I might be interested in that."

Ron checked a black crop and commented.

"Hmm, unfortunately I can't scare my girlfriend with that."

He hung the crop back, checked a few more whips and came to the same conclusion.

The Asian woman asked politely discreetly but also refreshingly directly:

"Does your girlfriend like whips?" Ron nodded,

"Yes, she even likes it very much." The Asian woman looked at him somehow reading.

"Who likes the whip more? You or your girlfriend?"

Ron scratched his head. A question he had never thought about before.

"I think my girlfriend likes it even more than I do. She prefers it every day, I only want it every other day." The Asian woman smiled:

"What does your girlfriend like very much about the whips?"

Ron looked at her with a mild grin and questioning. Her question was very direct.

Now Ron began to bubble.

"I'm happy to tell them. She likes to be dominated. She likes punishments and interrogations. She is not absolutely submissive, but very self-confident, and, she especially likes a short, burning pain on her skin, which gradually swings upwards into an irrepressible lust. This can sometimes take longer. To do this, she wants to see traces on her beautiful, well-groomed skin. It evaluates these as trophies. But they have to disappear after three days. However, she does not want to be seriously injured. Unfortunately, all this will be very difficult with these exhibits"

The Asian woman smiled. She introduced herself.

"My name is Sue." Ron nodded politely.

"Ron, Ron Dexter."

"Ok, Ron. You have a moment?" Ron nodded.

"It's not about beating up your girl, but about bringing her to a sexual climax with the whips. I don't know your girl yet but with this whips you'll bring both of you more enjoyment and pleasure than ever before. I promise you!�

Ron was amazed at this daring thesis.

"Either you are a terrific saleswoman, Sue, or you'll show me how it's supposed to work."

"You're not in a S&M store, Ron. This is about the effects. Your girl wants four effects: punishment, pain, pleasure and the memory of it. She associates a beautiful experience with the tracks, the feeling of lust."

Ron nodded in agreement. She continued.

"Well, Ron, when someone gets shot in the movie, they often have a gaping wound as well. As we all know, however, the person was not actually shot, except in an accident, as happened recently. Otherwise, a lot of actors would probably have only made a short career and half a film. Do you think that an actor or actress can be treated with a real bull whip?"

"That depends on the contract," Ron said dryly, "but probably not." He continued to listen attentively. Sue seemed to know her way around.

"Ron, I'm also a certified rigger. There aren't very many of them."

Ron now looked very appreciative and enthusiastic.

"You practice this artistic Japanese bondage tradition? That's a very high art, Sue. Her name is Sandra. We find this very aesthetic and admire it. You also offer this service?"

"Yes, Ron. However, Sandra would first need trust for that. That would be another topic. But that's not why you here now." Ron nodded. He liked her structured manner.

"I'm going to show you how it's done, Ron! I'm going to call Jenny now. Jenny is my personal slave." Jenny came out of the shop somewhere from behind. A pretty girl, about in her mid-twenties. A bit too strong for Ron's taste in a much too tight hot pants, but ok.

"She have her personal slave," Ron thought a little strangely and raised an eyebrow. He often does that when he finds something strange

Jenny first bowed very politely and deeply to Sue and Ron.

"Ok, Jenny, please put your foot on the chair. This is Mr. Dexter or Ron. I would like to introduce Ron to the effects of the whips."

Ron looked very confused by now. Jenny put her foot on the chair. Sue took an exhibit with a very long, thin, braided string. Sue skilfully took a swing. The cord wrapped itself once around the thigh. Jenny groaned only briefly. Ron pointed to the thigh in horror with wide-open eyes. A bloody cut was emerging.

"Jenny is injured, Sue! We need a cloth! My gosh! She's bleeding!" A long bloody cut was clearly visible. Jenny calmly took a hygiene wipe and wiped the blood from her thigh.

"Ok Ron, that's the visual effect first. Probably not enough erotic for Sandra, but rather something for the viewer, as I could see your reaction."

Ron nodded and introduced himself to Sandra with various cuts on her beautiful body. A picture she would surely like, he thought. Sue now handed him another whip.

"Please, Ron, try it yourself." Ron took the whip. He had already had it in his hand at the beginning. With a skeptical mouth movement, he lashed out. Singing and smacking, the thing landed on Jenny's proper thigh. She screamed as loudly as if a knife had been stabbed in her leg. A thick, bloody streak was immediately visible. Ron raised his hands apologetically.

"Sorry, Jenny... I... ehhh... Sorry!"

At that moment the bell rang at the door. A man entered, saw Ron and immediately rushed towards him with outstretched arms.

"Ron! I certainly haven't seen you for three months! How are you doing? And how is Sandra? We absolutely have to go out to eat together again. What drives you in this great shop? Sue knows every movie and is a great personality,"

Sue looked embarrassed. It was Rick Morris, a good friend and lawyer. Ron squeezed him briefly.

"Now Rick, what am I doing here? I decided to spank pretty Jenny's thigh! As a test for Sandra, so to speak." Ron winked at him. Rick looked at the thigh, held his hand in front of his mouth in horror.

"My goodness! Did you call a doctor?" He pulled out his phone.

"Rick! It's all just fake. Please Rick, I'll get back to you. Sue will certainly be happy to serve you. You're probably in a hurry."

"Ok, Ron! If you need a lawyer, you have my number. Jenny, if you need a lawyer, here's my card. It could be bodily harm. I'll get you out of there, Ron! I just wanted to pick up my original Star Wars lightsaber. Even Yoda trained with it!"

Sue gave Rick his sword and came back with a smile. Ron shook his head.

"Who, please, is Yoda?" Sue briefly explained to Ron who Yoda is.

"Let's move on, Ron! So, you have the option to make small or large cuts. Of course, it's just fake blood. It is located in cartridges in the handle. A line leads it into the whip. Depending on the type of whip, there are different membranes that the blood releases according to the principle of semi-permeable diffusion"

Ron looked amazed with his mouth open.

"Well, like our skin. We sweat on the outside, but don't get wet from the inside when showering! The hit area and the severity of the blow determine the size of the "injury".

Now even Ron has understood.

"These are very nice effects, Sue. Sandra, also likes welts on her pretty body. But she also wants to feel something about it. I have already mentioned it. Jenny's scream didn't seem real to me, so she didn't feel anything, did Jenny?" Jenny nodded with a smile. Sue now put ten small bottles on the table. With a pipette, she took something out of the first bottle. It is fake blood.

"Please give me your hand, Ron. Please put your hand on the table here." Sue gave him a drop on the back of his hand. Ron rubbed the blood between his thumb and forefinger.

"So, do you feel anything?" Ron shook his head.

"Nothing." Sue now chose another bottle and gave him a drop of it. Immediately, his hand jerked back.

"Uiiii.. that burns like fire, Sue! What is that?" After a few seconds, this burning was gone. His skin looked the same as before. No external traces.

Sue explained to him the burning sensation on his skin.

"It's about the combination. The bloody cut in combination with this short burning will certainly please your Sandra." Sue now whispered,

"I'll put it this way, Ron: You could whip her to pieces with it without being in the hospital afterwards. And tomorrow you could do it again, maybe the other way around. That's what I meant by saying that these whips will be much more fun for you."

Ron smiled, gave Sue a kiss on the forehead without being asked.

"You're great, Sue. I take two pieces of each whip."

"I have eight different models, Ron. The crop, this nine-tailed one, the braided one, the bullwhip for advanced players, here is one that Indiana Jones likes to use..." Ron interrupted her, put his finger in front of her lips.

"All Sue! I said I'll take them all. All! Two of each please, and blood, a lot of blood! Why does this stuff burn so much?"

"That remains my secret, Ron. I make it myself. Fake blood does not burn. You're noticed that. I told you that I had mastered the Asian art of bondage. I also deal with the natural medicine of my ancestors. One of the many ingredients, including nettle extract, and all the others are exclusively natural products. Chilli is also a part of it. I have developed nine different degrees of firing. The actors should react as realistically as possible if, for example, someone gets their arm into a combine harvester or gets a knife in the stomach."

"Wow! Vegan blood! What was the degree of this second blood on my finger?"

"The first blood was neutral blood, used for make-up or to put it in the mouth. Also available as a capsule, for brawls. The second blood had the third degree of nine."

"And there are nine levels? May I please get something from the fifth degree?" Sue took the pipette.

"On your responsibility!"

Ron screamed very loudly, shook his hand through the air, hopped on one leg for a few seconds.

"Wow, that's very spicy, Sue. It was just a drop of it! If I put that in this crop, then a lot more of it ends up on Sandras nice Ass?" Beads of sweat stood on his forehead.

"Yes, then your pretty friend will probably spend a very pleasurable evening, which she will hopefully enjoy, because it stops after about three seconds as you have noticed yourself. The pain brings her pleasure. It passes away as quickly as it came. Then she probably wants to feel it again and again. She enjoys it even more because she knows that the injuries are just fake and the cut doesn't stay there, you know, Ron? Please start with level two or three first. You can order from me at any time. First test the reaction together."

Ron nodded.

"Thank you, Sue. I would also like to have something from level five and level six. You don't know Sandra yet. I certainly won't use it right away."

"Ok. You will find out what will be right for you. Jenny likes the seven very much"

Jenny smiled and shrugged in embarrassment.

"It takes some practice to handle the whips correctly"

Ron was impressed. A plan germinated in his head. Sue continued,

"I know a man. His name is Raul. He's a real artist at it. He can even paint pictures with these whips. You are welcome to call him. He used to be an actor and likes to slip into every role. He can show you how to get the maximum benefit for both of you."

Sue winked at him. Ron nodded politely.

"Do you have anything else on offer?"

"Of course. Come with me!" She showed him nippelrings that could be opened and closed magnetically.

"They last up to 300 kg" Ron bought them.

She showed him clothes that could be completely shredded and put back together.

"You can tear this top to shreds with your hands or with a whip. Just as you like"

He bought four different tops. In addition, three liters of fake cum with cum or banana flavor in six drinking bottles with straws. Sue packed everything in boxes and bags.

"Please refrigerate the cum and take it out of the refrigerator thirty minutes before use and heat it in a water bath. It should already be at body temperature."

Ron's gaze now fell on the photos on the wall. Large photos of beautiful women tied up in a very erotic way. All were nice. Thick, thin all pretty like a top model. Men were also depicted in a very aesthetic form.

"Wow, Sue! That's your art?"

"Yes Ron, Jenny takes pictures very well, doesn't she?"

."That's high art from both of you! I want such a photo of Sandra!" He paid for his purchases. "Maybe Sandra even wants one from you, Ron?" She winked at him. He tried to carry everything somehow.

"Jenny, would you help Ron please." He left the store together with Jenny. His car was parked two blocks away. Outside he saw Rick with his lightsaber. He was sitting in his car, talking on the phone and waving it wildly.

"Everyone has a quirk," Ron thought, including himself. He shook his head in disbelief,

"A grown man, a successful lawyer plays with a lightsaber from this Yodo or Yoda.

That has to happen to me first!"

He brought Jenny back to the store. Sue cleaned up.

"Sue, I have another question or request. Do you know a good agency that places actors? I need actors for a special event, as acting persons or as extras."

"Of course Ron, we're in LA. It is teeming with such agencies, but I can recommend two of them to you." She wrote down the numbers and addresses.

***

Sandra knelt on a bench in front of her desk. The photo on the screen worried Ron.

"Who is that? He doesn't look very serious?" The photo was a mugshot.

"The man's name is Thomas Henderson, Ron. A little crook. He wanted to kidnap me along with five others. Now everyone is in the hospital." Sandra giggled. Ron looked skeptical.

"They wanted to kidnap you? Be careful, Sandra. These guys aren't squeamish about a woman like you." Sandra smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry, Ron. They are donkeys. They underestimate me, probably think I'm just a fucktoy."

She looked at bags that Ron dragged inside.

"You went shopping?" Ron's eyes brushed her firm ass in those tight sports panties. She had the white shirt knotted under her breasts. He smiled.

"Yes, baby. Today it's time to punish you for your mistake? Do you remember? 2 weeks ago?"

Sandra looked at him with fiery eyes.

"They were hired by you, Ron! You tested me and I was too weak! Paying four guys to test me is not ok either! But you're right, Ron! I deserve a harsh punishment, please punish me very hard! You have an idea, Master! I see it in your eyes!"

"Yes! I have a good plan to take you to a new frontier! You will suffer and receive no mercy! Only the codeword can save you!"

"What is our code word today?"

"You say at first CODEWORD. Then I stopping. Then I ask you again. The Session is over if you say: Sorry Master! I was a bad girl!"

Sandra remembered this incident. It was mean of Ron to put her in this situation.

"It's my own fault! I shouldn't have let it happen! But now I'm getting a hard session with Ron as a reward," Sandra giggled inwardly.

"I love it!"

12 days before:

Ron wanted to go to New York early in the morning. After her intense workout and a soothing shower, Sandra decided to soak up some sun. She went to the sliding door and was startled at first. Then it occurred to her. Ron had said it a few days ago that these craftsmen were coming. There was a second access via a side door.

Ron had always deposited a key for handymen with the janitor. He always wanted to have everything accurate and cared for when he came home. She hadn't noticed it at all. One of the men was standing at the pool, two were taking care of the botany and one was finally repairing the broken stone slab in front of the pool. There she once got her little toe stuck.

"I can't get on my lounger without causing panic." Sandra noticed that she was naked.

"I think I'll dress me," she murmured.

She watched the men. She liked the guy by the pool immediately.

"Hmm.." she think. "He's delicious," but immediately discarded the thought.

She went to the closet and decided on a white bikini.

Bikini was exaggerated. The top basically consisted of two tiny white triangles that barely covered her nipples. The panties had hardly any more fabric. A tiny triangle in the middle, held by two thin strings at the hips. She put on sunglasses and pushed the sliding door aside.