"Good. It's important that you know the rules. Do you want to come over tonight?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"Good. Seven o'clock sharp. We're going to shoot a sex film." She gives me a slightly shocked look of surprise. "Don't worry. You'll like it. And I promise not to post it on the internet. It's just for my private collection." She looks somewhat relieved to hear that. "OK. Get your clothes on and get back to work. You look like a whore that's just been gang-banged!"
Wednesday p.m.
At 6:55, Elaine's car pulls up to the curb outside my house. I watch as she sits in the car patiently until 6:59, then comes up the walk, waits another 30 seconds and, at precisely 7:00, rings the doorbell. Good. She learned something from her experience the other night with Felicity.
"Hi! Come on in. Elaine, this is Ray. He's going to be our videographer."
"Ummm...hi." She looks at me uncertainly as Ray extends his hand to shake hers. "I didn't know we were going to have a videographer."
"Sure. You can't just prop a camera on a tripod - that makes a really boring video. Ray has experience doing this - he'll make a really high quality video. And he's a good guy. You'll barely know he's there." I don't tell her that I found Ray on Craigslist and that I just met him myself. "So. Let's go upstairs and pour a glass of wine and relax." I gesture for Elaine to lead the way. Ray and I follow, admiring her big, full ass swaying as she goes. As I open and pour the promised glass of wine, Elaine sits rather nervously on the edge of the bed. Ray extracts a small video camera from a camera bag and fiddles with the settings a bit, then gives me a smile and a thumb-and-finger OK sign.
As Elaine sips her wine, I set my glass down and, with one arm around her shoulders, fondle her large tits with the other hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples through her dress. I plant a deep, searching kiss on her lips and move my hand to the hem of her dress, gently pulling her leg toward me. As my hand moves up her bare thigh, her legs part wider. By the time my fingers reach her already-wet cunt, she has set down her wine glass and is hungrily kissing me back. I begin rubbing her clit. She throws her head back and closes her eyes. "Oh, god... oh, god, that's good! Oh, yes... I've been thinking about that all day! I need you so!!"
"Pull your dress up around your waist." She does as directed, legs splayed, bare cunt exposed - apparently totally unaware of Ray's presence and his camera recording her in this slutty pose. "Nice. Now take off your dress and bra. Stay in that position." Her clothes removed, Elaine is now totally naked, legs spread wide for the camera. "Now play with your cunt for the camera." She hesitates momentarily. I give one nipple a hard pinch and her hand goes to her cunt, fingers sliding over her clit and between her wet cuntlips.
Hold that mental picture, dear reader - naked Elaine with legs spread wide, rubbing her wet cunt, while a stranger films her debauchery. While she plays with herself, I think this might be a good time to tell you (as promised!) my philosophy/strategy for training a sub slut. In a word: Addiction. Not addiction to drugs, but to sex - specifically, to the high of orgasm. It's easier than you might think. Just keep a woman at or near the point of orgasm for hours at a time, day after day, and you'd be amazed how compliant she becomes. Once she gets to the point where she really needs her daily fix, she will do almost anything to get it - especially if you bring her almost to the point of climax before you demand it. Of course, you need to use some judgment about raising the "almost anything" bar incrementally - introduce new humiliations one at a time, each a little more degrading than the last. And it helps to constantly chip away at her self-esteem - e.g., getting her to admit out loud that she is a cocksucking slut because she can't tell you how many cocks she has sucked. That gives you license to call her a slut whenever you want to, and each time it reminds her how she admitted to being one. Pretty soon she begins to think of herself as a slut, and expects to be treated like one. Let me be clear about one thing: I don't believe in physical coercion or violence of any kind (unless, of course, the woman asks for it - some women do like to be spanked or have their hair pulled), and I only resort to blackmail as a temporary measure to get a woman into a state where she really needs that next orgasm. Bottom line: I want a sub slut who willingly accepts my control because it gives her what she needs and craves.
OK. Back to our story. Our slut is lying naked on the bed, legs spread wide, being videoed by a complete stranger. Soon she is moaning loudly, her breath coming in short gasps, "Ohhh... ooooh... oh, god... I've needed this so bad!! Oh, I want your cock inside me! Please! PLEASE!! AAAAUUUUNNNGGGGGHHHH!!" Her fingers are a blur as her body goes rigid, her back arches, and a shuddering climax rolls through her body. As her orgasm subsides, I move up between her legs and begin gently licking her cunt. I push her legs up to the point where her knees are against her tits and tell her to hold them there. This lifts her ass off the bed and allows me to finger fuck her asshole while I eat her cunt. I bring her to several orgasms before moving up to place my cock on her lips. She eagerly accepts it into her mouth and begins sucking. I reach down and finger her wet cunt while she sucks my cock. Another orgasm brings cries of, "Oh, god, I want you inside me! I need your cock so badly! Please! Fuck me!!" I tease her clit a while longer, as she keeps begging. Finally, I move down and slowly insert my cock into her steamy hole. "Oh, god, yes! Yes, yes, YES!! That feels so good! Don't ever stop!!"
I fuck, suck, lick, and finger her for an hour before coming on her face for the second time of the evening. Ray gets a great close-up of my cock spurting cum into her mouth and all over her face, then lingers on a cum-covered face for a moment. "That's all this memory card will hold. Do you want me to put in a new card, or do you want to call it a night?"
"Well...here's what I think. Has this given you a boner?"
"It sure has! That was really hot!"
"Well, I think that Elaine owes you something, getting all those wonderful orgasms while all you got was blue balls. Elaine, I want you to help Ray relieve his frustration. I want you to suck his cock."
"But I don't even know him!!"
"Says the slut who can't even remember how many cocks she's sucked. Just think of Ray as a guy you can't remember. Now suck his cock. What are you - some kind of tease?!" Elaine reluctantly moves to the side of the bed, where Ray is unzipping his pants. He brings out a long, slim, but very hard cock and holds it up to her lips. She takes it in and starts sucking. Soon she is lost in the enjoyment of a cock in her mouth, taking it in all the way to his balls. She must have a couple inches of hard cock down her throat. I move onto the bed and lift one of her legs to gain access to her wet, swollen slit. I begin stroking and fingering it, rubbing her clit and pumping two fingers in and out of her hole. Soon she is breathing hard and into the buildup to her climax.
"You know what, Ray? I think this slut needs another fuck. Would you like to do the honors?"
"I would be more than glad to, sir." Ray pulls his cock out of Elaine's mouth and moves around beside her. He slaps her ass and says, "Get on your hands and knees, cunt. I want to take you from behind." Elaine hesitates, then realizing that she really does want that last orgasm, does as told. I pick up Ray's camera, change the memory card for the new one lying in his bag, and begin filming. I get some great shots of him pounding into Elaine's cunt, her big tits swinging from the impact, and some nice close-ups of her face, gasping for air as her breathing becomes ragged. She cums, arching her back and throwing her head back, eyes closed. Ray grabs a handful of hair and pulls her head back even further, as he keeps pounding her. As she cums for a second time, Ray pulls his cock out of her cunt and drags her head around by the hair, so that her face is inches from his cock. He strokes it until it shoots long ropes of milky cum all over her face, mixing with the drying streaks of my emissions. He uses his finger to scoop gobs of cum into her mouth and she greedily consumes it. As his cock starts to go limp, he releases her hair and she falls to the bed, completely spent.
"You were right. She is one good fuck! Thanks for letting me use her!"
"You are most welcome. Thanks for your photographic services!"
"Anytime. Truly anytime. Especially if I get this kind of payment."
"I think that can be arranged. Would you like to step out onto the balcony for a cigar and some cognac? I think our slut needs some rest."
"That would be delightful."
Thursday a.m.
[Come into my office.] Elaine appears in my office door, looking a little tired, but wearing a big smile.
"So did you enjoy our little filmmaking session?"
"Oh, god yes!"
"Including Ray's supporting role?"
"Mmmm...Ray's a nice guy. Yeah, I enjoyed it."
"Spoken like a true slut. Do you want to come over here and show my how a real slut sucks cock?" Within seconds Elaine is on her knees between my legs, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. "Ahhh... that's good! Suck that cock like a real cocksucking slut!" I enjoy five minutes of expert cocksucking, then bend her over the desk, give here an orgasm with my fingers, and fuck her to another. I finish by cumming in her mouth and on her face.
As I zip up and buckle my belt, I tell her, "I'm not going to be able to see you tonight [pouty, disappointed look], but I'm not going to totally abandon you. Here, I have a little present for you." I take a box out of a desk drawer and open it to reveal a pink rubbery object with a bulbous head on one end of a five-inch shaft and a flat, round plate with little nubs on the other. "Spread your legs. This end goes into your cunt like a cock, and these little nubs go against your clit." I demonstrate by inserting the device into her wet, freshly fucked cunt. She gives me a quizzical look - it's obviously a vibrator, but how does she control it? The answer is, she doesn't. "The controls are on my cell phone. When I move this little slider up, you get a nice little vibe on your clit. Like that. See? The further I move it, the stronger the vibe. But the real selling point of this baby is this other slider. Feel that? Yeah, it thrusts in and out like a real cock. So when you feel a little action down there, you'll know I'm thinking about you. I want you to leave this in until I see you tomorrow morning. Except to pee, of course. It may be a little uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. Now get back to your office." I turn around and sit down at my computer. Elaine starts to say something, thinks better of it, and begins straightening up her clothes. When she sees that I'm not going to say anything more, she leaves the office, vibrator in cunt.
At 1 o'clock, we have a senior staff meeting, where the Executive VP and a couple of administrative types drone on about some new corporate initiative. Elaine is seated to my left on the opposite side of a long conference table, with her friend Rhonda. I take out my cell phone and move the clit slider up a couple of notches. Elaine's sits up in her chair, her back slightly arched, as much from the surprise as from the stimulation. She looks at me, smiles, and settles in to enjoy the clit massage. I decide to take it up a notch. I increase the vibration and begin a slow cock thrust. She gives me a look of concern; I just smile back. I can see that she is starting to get worried about where this is going. I wonder if she has ever had an orgasm in public, and how she would handle it. I pick up the pace a bit on both the thruster and the clit vibrator. She is beginning to breathe a little harder. Rhonda gives her a questioning look, but Elaine just forces a smile and looks away. Another notch on both controls, and I can see that it is starting to get through to her. She struggles to maintain her composure and to keep from panting and moaning. Then she puts her hand on Rhonda's arm, whispers something in her ear, and gets up out of her chair. Rhonda makes a movement to come with her, but Elaine gives her a stay-there hand gesture and begins moving around the table to the conference room door as quickly as she can without making a commotion. Everybody in the room probably just thinks she has to pee really bad. As she enters the hallway, I turn both controls up to high, imagining her sprinting down the hall to the ladies' room, with her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. I bring the controls back down to a more manageable level and text her.
[Was that good for you?]
A minute later. [You bastard!]
