After the first encounter with my new soccer mom slut I felt a little awkward. Even though I was no stranger to intense BDSM relationships (I had already had many sub girlfriends), the motel room deflowering of an almost complete stranger was the most extreme thing I'd done up to that point. Before that I had always known my subs fairly well before becoming sexual with them, but in this case I guess the risk and the uncertainty of the outcome was what turned me on so much. And even though I must admit I felt a little guilty at first for dishing out such rough abuse on this innocent woman, that feeling quickly subsided after I remembered that we were both adults, and that she willingly participated in my decadent scheme. I knew I was giving her something she needed very badly.
From that moment on I knew that I had captured a treasure- a woman that was ready to submit to me completely and embrace what she truly was on the inside. A wanton slut, a cum receptacle, a piece of ass to be used by me at my every whim. For three days after I walked out of that motel room the image was still crystal clear in my mind- the sight of her, face down on a filthy mattress, almost passed out with a freshly shaved pussy full of my cum. I decided it was time to give her a call.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hello, slut. How's my pussy feeling?"
"Master! I was wondering if you were ever going to call me again, or if you just wanted to use me once and throw me away."
"I'll use you until you're all used up, then I'll throw you away," I said. I was only half-joking.
"Oh my God, I thought I wouldn't be able to walk again. I think you almost killed me. These last few days were the first time I've been GLAD that my husband has no sex drive!!! I was SO worried that he'd want to do it, and then he'd wonder why my pussy was so hot and juicy. Usually I'm dry as a bone whenever he wants to fuck me.
I laughed. "Anything else?" I said.
"He did ask about my newly bald pussy. I've never shaved it before you told me to do it. I told him I read in one of my fashion magazines that most women these days shave or get waxed. He believed me, no questions asked."
"Good girl. You're as smart as you are slutty."
"So what now, master? When do I get to see you again?" She said.
"When I say so, bitch," I snapped back at her. "You don't make ANY decisions, you just follow orders, understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Good."
For the next few weeks after that I just strung her along, calling occasionally but not too often. I could tell she was growing progressively hornier and more impatient every time I called but she knew better than to beg for it unless I told her to do so. I made her tell me her address during one of our conversations, and I could hear the fear in her voice as she told me. She knew that once I had her address I was completely in control, I had the power to expose her secret and ruin her entire family if I wanted to. That was the sort of control I had never experienced before, and it was mind-blowing.
One day I called her in the morning and told her to get dressed for me. I said I was going to come over and use her that afternoon. I also told her that she had to leave all of the drapes open in her house so that anyone passing by could see her slutty fucking ass parading around inside.
She protested for a second, saying "But what if the neighbors see me?"
"That's your fucking problem, whore! Did you forget what you are?"
"No, master."
