All characters are 18+. I hope you enjoy the read and manipulation and story!
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At some point in some of our lives we wait for something to come to us before we can move forward. 'Waiting for a perfect partner before I can truly grow and be happy'. Well, that was just it for me. Growing up a tomboy however wasn't exactly easy but boy was it fun. I had boy haircuts, sagged my shorts, climbed trees, built forts, was a river rat and fought with my friends. All of whom were boys.
When I hit puberty, I still didn't always shave my legs, wear makeup, sit on the sidelines or wait to lead a charge over a snow bank. When it came to relationships though, I was beyond frightened. I could at least say I kissed most of my friends in one of their perverted little games they liked to play. But beyond that, there was more than once when I ran away and up a tree.
I still had that hidden desire to be a boy which was also probably the last thing I needed to worry or think about. I loved my friends but I couldn't deny the fact that a woman is simply beautiful. These feelings didn't lead me to being a lesbian but it sure brought me close. At least until I gained an undoubting addiction to a man and his cock. Markus's cock.
While misanthropic, Markus is handsome, and a few years older than me. His eyes stare out of shadows covered behind his disheveled curtain of stark white hair. His eyes are crystal blue, wide and round like saucers in a perpetual cationic glare. His skin is deathly pale, which seems to almost exude a soft pseudo-angelic light, making him appear almost ghostly or wraith-like. He almost always wears a greyish white hat, like one of a golfer's hat. He's slender but muscular and his form is usually draped in a billowing ice-white trench coat that matches his ghostly pale skin and hair.
Well after that first taste and my eighteenth birthday, I didn't just run away, I ran away with him, the one who took my virginity, Markus. We took off to California with another couple, who were friends of Markus's and a bit older than even him and in their twenties. James and Jes were their names. Jes was soon to become my best friend.
Before I get to that though let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Mackenzie and I'm short at just five feet tall, fairly skinny and nearly flat chested with a tiny to near non-existent ass. Submissive and naïve, but also very intelligent and driven. At the time, I was beginning to wear my hair in tumbling curls and wore little to no makeup.
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Once we were in California, we all found a place and the four of us lived together. We found an old house to rent. Tired carpeting and cracked linoleum lined our modest flat, which aside from spider webbed windows and delaminating lucite fixtures could have once been considered 'stylish'. The decor was a hodgepodge of yesterday's fashions, today's rejects, and ancient prewar. Only a few new fixtures represent the landlord's ambivalent attempt to make the apartment livable. The rest was rusting copper plumbing and dangling, dead optic cables covered by simulated wood grain. I know, sounds grim, but we did spunk it up a bit with some furniture, hot tub, oh and the infamous canvas, a captured image of my and Markus first; fucking publicly in a park.
Within a month or so of being there, James headed back home to Colorado after some fight with Jes. Jes told me that he was homesick, but I always felt there was something else going on that I didn't know about. That was when Jes and I started to do all sorts of things together though. She was at least five years older than me, at about twenty-three. She was gorgeous and I couldn't help but to adore her in every way. I know we weren't doing all the tomboy stuff I was used to but I learned to enjoy her company all the more and with every day. I became growingly more bi-curious but was too shy to bring it up, much less make a move.
For me though, that certainly wasn't the only thing going on. Markus and I had begun to explore every curiosity we could. What I didn't know though was that he was training and conditioning me. He taught me to love to worship him, citing him repeatedly. My adornment towards him and his body was becoming all I knew. He made me his, his little obedient slut and I called him Master.
In time he began to inflict pain upon me. Just a bit at a time, teaching me to like, love and desire it. Every lash, cut or bite came with a thank you less I be given another. If I wasn't told to thank Master, I was told to cite my love for the next. Later on though, I'd have to ask for it, to beg and plead for it. And that became our little secret. Because when we weren't behind closed doors, I was allowed to be myself within perimeters.
One night however, while the three of us were playing a trivia game, Markus noticed me eyeing Jes' tits. He brought it up later while we were fucking. It was one of our more sensual nights, but the next time he caught me, he spanked and lashed my ass while asking me about it. Teasing me at how wet I was becoming. Needless to say I was humiliated to be caught like this!
"You love Jes' tits don't you?" He asked while lashing my ass.
"Yes! Master, thank you," I cried out in both pain and pleasure. My best friend's tits on my mind.
"You'd love to touch them wouldn't you Mackenzie?" His tone demeaning while lashing my reddening ass again.
"Yes sir, please. I love them." I yelped out.
"Excuse me pet?" He said without any movement.
"Thank you master." I responded simply and obediently.
"Good girl." He stated while rewarding me with another lash, causing my body to jolt against the pain.
"Now tell me little one," he whispered hotly into my ear while leaning down to tease one of my nipples. "What do you think her nipples feel like?"
I could hardly respond to the question as he teased my nipple while making me focus upon Jes'. "Ungh..." I panted with a breathless moan.
Markus pinched and twisted my nipple. "Like this?"
"Yes! Thank you sir," I exclaimed out in pleasure and pain, burning the feeling into my soul.
He then began to grope at my small breasts while saying in a cold but soft tone, "Much bigger and nicer though, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes sir. Please... another," I panted out in hopes to change the subject.
"Nope, not until you tell me how much you love Jes' ripe and perfect tits," he responded with another twist upon my nipple.
I squealed forth as tears formed gently within my eyes, "I... Master I love them. I want them."
Another slap came to my ass, this time with his hand which didn't carry the stink the crop did. "Good girl. Go on little one."
I squirmed gently upon the chair while gripping the chair-legs. "Sir please," I begged forth, obviously humiliated at this happening.
"Okay." Markus stood. "No orgasm for you until I say so."
I was quick to respond with a, "No, sir. I'm sorry."
He drew the crop then down my ass and along my soaking cunt, "That's too bad, your cunt looks like it would have loved what I had in mind for it."
