Jennifer could not believe the monumental changes her mind and body had gone thru in the past two years. A natural blond high school cheerleader and homecoming queen, she had won a local Hawaiian Tropic swimsuit contest, and left her bitterly divorced parents behind in Peoria, Illinois, in hopes of pursuing a modeling career in Southern California. That is where she met Rick, a dot-com genius that had cashed his chips prior to the market crash. Rick, a much older man, had a chiseled body, and steel blue eyes that Sharon was hopelessly lost in. Her legs had gone weak the first time she met him, and somehow he knew she was powerless in his presence. That had been six weeks ago, and Nick had slowly taken complete control of her ever since.
She was living in one of his condominiums on the beach in Malibu, soaking up the sun, waiting for his call when the gift wrapped package arrived. She knew it was from her master, and opened it anxiously. There was a note inside, with smaller numbered packages. "Tonight is fantasy night. Take a long bubble bath, and open the packages in order when finished" it read.
Now here she was, at his "mountain chalet", more than an hours ride in the back of his limo from the beach in Malibu. Thank god, her next door neighbor hadn't seen her leave the way she was dressed in the outfit Nick had sent. His eyeballs would have fallen out of their sockets.
She shivered and held herself tightly outside the shut door of his cabin after ringing the bell, eagerly waiting to hear the sound of his strong, sexy voice commanding her to enter. The outfit didn't do much to warm her up in the cool air. Her small, petite body was clearly outlined under the fabric of the outfit her Master had sent her, and instructed her to wear. The black patent leather platform heels with open toes, and straps around her ankles were by far the sluttiest shoes she had ever worn, but they accented her calves, and make her long lithe legs go on forever. The black stretchy mini skirt rode even higher on her supple thighs, due to the perkiness of her athletic derriere. Her braless breasts were begging for release from the thin fabric of the tightly buttoned top. And finally, a black choke collar and black teardrop earrings to complete the set. She couldn't believe what total control her Master had over her, and wondered what he had planned for her that evening --- it made her wet to think about it. His creativity at awakening sexual desires in her she didn't realize she had intoxicated her. She didn't know if she was shivering from excitement, or the fact that the draft in the dark foyer she was in was just giving her already moist pussy lips a chill. Regardless, she was anxious to get started with whatever lay waiting on the other side of the door.
Finally, she heard his voice speak. And all He said was, "It is time, kitten --- Enter."
She unraveled herself from her quivering ball and put her hand on the doorknob. She entered --- and blinked. Her eyes had problems adjusting to the bright lights. She couldn't focus on anything. But another glance around the room was more than enough to make her nervous. Silk Scarves. Leather cuffs. Small shimmering silver chains with silver clips. And to top it all, a video camera was pointed right at her! She wondered if it was turned on, capturing the bewildered, worried look on her face. Next to the camera was the silhouette of her master sitting in a large, overstuffed chair.
She gulped, and said, "Master...what..."
"Silence!" he commanded. "You already know that speaking without being spoken to will result in punishment! But I may let you off easier on good behavior, if you do exactly as you are told. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes master," Jennifer replied obediently, standing a bit straighter
"Jennifer, I have some additional items on the credenza behind you. Fetch those four leather cuffs, and return here next to the coffee table!" As Jennifer turned and walked to get the cuffs, she could feel his eyes (or was it the camera) on her perfect ass and long tanned legs. She took small steps in the strappy heels she wasn't used to wearing. She returned, and stood directly in front of the camera and lights again.
"Put them on....now!"
Jennifer was shaking so badly, she nearly fell in her platform heels, as she bent down, and began attaching the cuffs firmly to her ankles. Her short skirt was now hiked higher yet, exposing black satin thong panties. As she rose, she feebly straightened her skirt, in an awkward attempt at humility. She then attached the other two cuffs to her wrists, and stood, eyes lowered, awaiting her next command.
"I want you to strip for me, slave, slowly, and slutty." He said. "As much as I like seeing you in those tight clothes, seeing you naked is much, much better. And the camera –is- turned on, just in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't...I...yes, Sir..." she stuttered. She was normally shy in front of cameras, and this time was no different, as she blushed, her heart pounding. She bent her head down and looked up at Him demurely, searching His face for approval, amusement, anything. He showed nothing. Almost in a trance, button by button, she self-consciously took off her top, trying her best to look like a sex-kitten for her Master. When the last button was undone, she silently took a deep breath, shrugged off her nervousness, and freed her cute, pert breasts from the confines of her tight blouse. As her arms went rearward to let it slide off of them behind her, her breasts lept out, begging for attention, he aureoles like silver dollars, with erect nipples like small strawberries centered on each one. Then her hands went to her slender waist, and pulled the thin black spandex skirt slowly down her thighs, until it fell, in a pool, at her feet. She tried to be sexy, and hoped for acceptance, but still, His intent gaze told her nothing. "Now...turn around, slave....very slowly!"
While appearing cold on the outside, inside Rick was doing everything possible to keep himself from pouncing on the perfect girl and fucking her brains out. There was no hurry. He had all night to do with her as he pleased. So he sat back in his chair, and soaked her in. As she started her slow turn around, Rick admired her perfect form. Her long tapered legs in those slutty black platform heels. A pair of black strappy thong panties, with a solid patch barely covering her blond pubic hair. The black patent cuffs on her wrists and ankles to compliment the black choke collar. As she turned, her buttocks flexed with each step, framed by the little black triangle of the thong back on top, as well as a dimple above each cheek. As she came back about, her flat tummy and tiny waist accentuated her perfect breasts, not terribly large, but absolutely defying gravity with their firmness. She could feel her erect nipples poking out like two strawberries, gasping for air, begging for attention. Her blond hair looked almost angelic in the bright lights, framing her almond shaped blue eyes, pert little nose, and luscious red lips.
"What would you like to do now, Slave?" he asked, eyes riveted to her trembling body.
"I wish only to please you master. Can I make you cum?" she implored, feeling confident she had given the correct answer.
"There will be time for that, slave, but first you must receive your punishment for speaking without being spoken to," he replied.
This answer took Jennifer by surprise. She had forgotten he mentioned punishment earlier, but obviously, he had not...
"Kneel on top of the coffee table next to you!" he commanded. There was a round leather top coffee table next to her, almost four feet across, about knee high. Jennifer was surprised she hadn't noticed it before, but not wishing to risk additional punishment, she quickly climbed up, on all fours. The table surface was extremely comfortable. Obviously, there was some sort of dense foam padding underneath the leather. The young girl was surprised, and thankful of this. Apparently, she thought, she may be up there for awhile.
"Now stretch your arms, down between your thighs, and try to touch the inside of your ankles," he said. As Jennifer's hands stretched to the inside of her ankles, Nick slowly came up behind her, and attached two short chains with a mechanical 'click', securing each wrist to an ankle. This left Jennifer in an extremely vulnerable position. Her ass was pointed skyward, totally open, while her head and shoulders were pressed down against the soft leather table top.
Nick then unlatched something on the table below her, and the entire top was now able to rotate around with Jennifer on it, like a giant lazy susan. He turned it slowly, making sure the video camera captured the darling girls compromising position from every possible angle. He stopped, and re-locked it with Jennifer's ass pointing back toward the camera, yet it still captured her side and face, as she rested her head on her left cheek, nervously wondering her fate.
Nick walked to the credenza, and brought back a black thin haired whip. It looked like a horse tail attached to a hard plastic handle with a flange at the base. He cracked it hard on the table next to Jennifer, startling the trembling girl. Then he tore off the wisp of material that had been the black strappy thong, exposing her blond trimmed pubic mound, a very wet vagina, and the tightest asshole he had ever seen. "So, slave, are you prepared to receive your punishment?" he asked authoritatively.
